Silent Crown Chapter 320: Rain

"I, Ye Qingxuan, didn’t change my name, I didn’t change my surname when I sat there, and I didn’t have to pay to eat in the East. What happened to your car?"

The young man with grey hair and ragged clothes arrogantly stopped the convoy. The ragged clothes were because he didn't wear any clothes at the beginning, and the reason his hair was gray...because the dye had fallen out.

Now Ye Qingxuan is pointing at his lost hair, and said triumphantly: "Have you seen this? What a noble celestial lineage! Hurry up and vacate your best car, otherwise don't blame me. Up."

"Uh..."

Donald pressed the handle of the knife in his hand, with a twitching expression: If you encounter this kind of thing, you can't beat it, or don't beat it... After all, who knows if this guy is a musician?

He looked at the carriage in the middle of the team for help, but the young old **** in the carriage was whistling on the ground, seemingly irrelevant, which made him feel painful.

What happened to this trip? Why do you always encounter such damned things.

But before he could react, there was a dark smile in the sky.

"Ye Qingxuan? I'm looking for you!"

In an instant, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky, and the sharp claws grabbed Ye Qingxuan's shoulder, and suddenly rose into the air. The three-legged giant eagle spreads its wings and is ten meters large, and it is obviously a summoned Eudemons species.

On the eagle's back, the musician who plays the flute laughs weirdly: "Such a meaty musician went to Auschwitz to die. It's better to form a team with the uncle and give me a decipher..." /

Before the words were finished, there was a scream from the dense forest in the distance, and a dazzling light rose into the air, interrupting one of the wings of the giant eagle, and lighting the half of the summoning musician.

The musician screamed, urging the disabled giant eagle to speed up and fly forward.

"You also want to go to Auschwitz!"

The tattooed woman riding a giant python rang her copper drum and the drum roared. Keep chasing.

Only a series of roars were heard, and there was a constant loud noise. The melody played by the movement overlaps with each other, turning into dizzying and complex fluctuations.

I faintly heard Ye Qingxuan's unyielding voice: "Bah! Stop dreaming! If you want to fight or kill, just come..."

"..."

The entire caravan has been petrified, and there is a sorrow of mortal fighting and mortal suffering.

"This...what's going on?" The leader of the caravan wanted to cry without tears: "Now what the people say, the fight starts! The good roads are interrupted!"

"It's fine if you don't give you drag racing. Boss, you are content!"

The young man with a big turban sat next to him and knocked off melon seeds, looking at the excitement, "If I were you, I would change the road and run away, otherwise wait for them to call back..." "

Before the voice was over, the leader of a spirit, almost jumped up immediately: "Change the way! Turn around! Hurry up! What are you still doing in a daze? Waiting for the disaster stars to pay you wages!"

The long convoy turned around, and after making a big circle again, it finally carefully avoided the center of the musicians' fight, and went away——

Such as ten days later. Ye Qingxuan's happy days of eating and waiting for death are finally over.

Because the ride hits here, there is no more in front. Even though he walked slowly on the road for so many days, Ye Qingxuan could still step on the line to arrive at the prescribed time.

It would be nice to be there!

Anyway, he has made up his mind to mess around. Even if you have a small body, even if you fight and kill, you still have to clean your body and cherish your life!

"Sir, did he leave like this?"

In front of the fork in the road, at the forefront of the caravan, the caravan leader seeing off Ye Qingxuan said politely: "You left so early. It's really rushed. Why stay for a few more days? We are also very kind." /

He regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, because Ye Qingxuan's eyes were so bright:

"Really?"

"Uh..." The leader wiped cold sweat. He stammered and said: "However, let's not delay your journey. After all, your time is precious. How can a small caravan like ours be worth your time?"

"Tsk, what's the matter. Besides, boss, you even dare to sell power armors and other genocide items. I'm afraid the business is not small?"

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him with a smile, not talking about this topic, just carrying his backpack and the pile of trophies: "Go ahead is Oz.

Thank you everyone for letting me ride so long, don't pass it. "

The boy turned around and was about to leave, after Donald hesitated for a long time. Called him: "Sir, this... can you tell us, your name?"

"Me?"

Immediately, Ye Qingxuan looked back at him with a strange expression: "My name is... Simon! That's right, Simon, just consider me a peaceful Tianzhu musician."

"Simon?"

Donald chewed on the unfamiliar name: "Then, Mr. Simon, there will be some time later."

"Well, there will be a period later."

Ye Qingxuan blew a whistle and patted the horse's neck. The horse hissed and hurried away.

Watching the youth drift away, the leader of the caravan said emotionally: "It's really amazing. I didn't expect to run into such an adult on the road. It's a pity that I left in a hurry.

With that level of power, is he a legendary resonance musician? "

"Perhaps, I can't see it."

Donald sighed with emotion: "Unexpectedly, the president was so generous and sent all his mounts out."

"Huh?"

The president was taken aback: "Didn't you give it away?"

"..."

Donald looked at him, and his expression became very exciting.

The chairman stared at the dark shadow of the young man on the horizon, and said quietly after a long time: "Do you want to steal even a horse? This Asanzhen named Simon is shameless..."

"Well, the one named Ye Qingxuan is not a good thing!"

……

Above thousands of miles of wilderness, the young man whistled and galloped.

After a long journey, he was finally not far from Auschwitz. Five kilometers away, we will reach Oz, a small village, the last supply point before reaching Auschwitz.

Under the scorching sun, only clumps of dry thorns and half-dead shrubs can be seen on the barren plains. It is said that it is not far from the ancient Thebes civilization, and there are still many relics and ancient ruins.

An ancient book says that there used to be a glorious city near here, and countless people have survived here. Give birth to a splendid civilization.

Unfortunately, the vicissitudes of life. After the change of the ether and the diversion of the river, the once fertile land has become a desolate place like a desert, and the prosperity of the past can no longer be seen.

As for the once big city, only the ruins in the wind are left.

"Is there really land here that can feed hundreds of thousands of people?" Ye Qingxuan looked around and saw a small stream not far away. But the beaches are covered with saline hoarfrost everywhere. Obviously unable to drink.

Ye Qingxuan got off his horse, stretched out his hand, and touched a shallow stream under his feet. After tasting it in his mouth, he quickly vomited it out again.

Extremely salty and bitter, with a pungent metallic smell and fishy smell. The groundwater here is obviously not included in the drinking standards. Even after filtering several times, it can barely drink. The cost will not be so affordable for civilians, let alone irrigation.

Neither grazing nor planting works. In this damned place, the traffic is so difficult, I am afraid that the handicraft industry will not develop. There are almost no specialty products.

The only good thing is that everyone knows that the people here are so poor that they don’t care about the taxes.

"Don't say hundreds of thousands, even hundreds of people. Survival will be very difficult?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed and got up. Staring into the distance.

The old woman carrying a huge wooden frame staggered in the distance, holding a cane, lowering her head on the ground, checking the berries from the bushes, and picking some edible wild vegetables. Sometimes, the roots of a palm-sized plant are regarded as treasures.

"Hello, how far is it from Oz here?"

Ye Qingxuan stopped beside her.

The old woman looked up. Squinting his eyes and looking at him for a long time, his eyes were full of white clouds, and the accent of the dialect was difficult to understand. She lifted her finger and pointed in a direction.

It probably means. Walk, three hours.

Ye Qingxuan nodded, she looked at him dumbfounded, her eyes could not tell whether she was praying or requesting, but she was empty.

That expression made Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel sad.

He looked at the old woman's back basket and saw the shriveled wild vegetables, tree roots, and berries: "Do you eat these things every day?"

"There is nothing else to eat."

The old woman replied vaguely: "It hasn't rained for a few months, everything in the ground is about to die from drought, and the water is gone..."

She lowered her head and looked at the root lump in her hand: "I can only eat this."

"..."

Ye Qingxuan was silent, not knowing what to say. He suddenly realized that he was just asking this question as a mistake. What if he asked it? He can't change anything.

Even if you give her money, what can you buy in such a desolate place where there is no caravan?

"Sorry."

He didn't know why he said that, so he glanced at her at last and turned on his horse. As the horse galloped, Ye Qingxuan looked back at her, only to find that the old woman was still standing in the same place, looking at the direction where he had been standing.

There was nothing there, and the muddy eyes seemed to be looking at something.

A drop of water fell on Ye Qingxuan's face.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, raised his hand, and touched his face: It's really water.

Water fell from the sky.

In the sky, I don't know when, when the clouds gather, the faint thunder trembling, as if there are magnificent horns and drums echoing. No, there are really horns and drums.

Like thunder, like wind howl.

Reverberating in the sky, rolling clouds and winds, all making waves in the etheric sea, playing a wild and extensive melody. As a result, thunder roared, and the world was shaking.

Boom! boom! boom!

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, feeling the heavy rain falling from the sky.

One drop~IndoMTL.com~Two drops...In a flash, the dry wasteland was covered by traces of rain soaking, and it rained even more!

During the rainstorm, Ye Qingxuan stared blankly into the clouds. The theory of music intertwined with the vast ether was slowly composed of a set of jaw-dropping formulas.

The formula moved the sea of ​​ether, guided the infinite mighty force to fall from the sky, transformed into wind and clouds, extracted water from thunder and flames, and sprinkled countless water vapor from the sky.

The rain is pouring.

"It's raining?"

On the barren soil, the old woman stretched out her hand blankly, looked at the wet traces in her palm, and pressed her head up against the sky in disbelief. A drop of rain fell on her face, washed away the turbidity in her eyes, and slipped like tears.

"It's raining!"

She danced and shouted vigorously: "It's raining! It's finally raining!" To be continued.

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