Han Fei heard him calling her.
The wind blew up the green gauze, and the moment it fell, she saw him.
He fell to the ground in embarrassment, and the mask on his face slipped a little, revealing one side of his pale forehead, and his white neck was dripping with blood. He just raised his head to look at her, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the green gauze.
The drumstick in his hand could no longer be held and fell to the ground with a bang.
The next moment, Han Fei was half-kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, almost weak, and her eyesight went black.
"Enable emergency replenishment, host, hold on!"
Han Fei felt an inexplicable force surge into her limbs, which relieved the overloaded beating of her heart. She slowly got up, her clothes soaked through, and returned to the screen in embarrassment, while the people outside were still there. I haven't recovered from the aftertaste of the drums.
Outside, the dark clouds dispersed, and the original violent storm seemed to be an illusion, dissipating cleanly, as if it had never appeared, and the air was still filled with the fresh smell after the rainstorm.
Han Fei took the cloak from Li Xiangjun's hand, put it on again, and sat on the ground alone, panting, her face pale and ugly.
Li Xiangjun looked at Han Fei blankly. Her heart had not yet recovered from the silence of the drums, and her eyes were filled with awe for the first time.
If Han Yan's alluring dance is stunning, then Han Fei's war drums are shocking. The drum sound that seems to be out of this world is too shocking.
Outside, everyone who gradually came back to their senses looked at each other in confusion. They were still in a daze for a while, and their bodies were still trembling. It took a long time before they slowly realized that the performance was over.
However, unexpectedly, there was no applause, no noise, just deathly silence.
Han Fei gasped and listened to the silence outside, and showed a wry smile. Sure enough, was it still a failure
But she really tried her best.
But the final score was confused, stopped suddenly, and didn’t even have a conclusion. This kind of performance must be terrible.
Han Fei's eyes were a little moist. She raised her head hard to prevent tears from falling. That would be too ugly. She was not good-looking in the first place, and it would definitely be scary when she cried.
There was a sound of footsteps, and Han Fei turned around and saw Han Yan standing next to her, her face tense.
Han Fei didn't even think about dealing with this cheap sister now. She just took a look at her and was immersed in disappointment.
Han Yan looked at Han Fei with a gloomy face and said, "Why do you know how to play the drums?"
The questioning in his tone was clearly visible.
Han Fei grinned and said without any rebuttal: "There are so many things you don't know. Why, do you want to know me? Sister."
Han Fei bit the word 'sister' emphatically, and then ignored Han Yan. She regained some strength and heard some noise outside the screen, so she quickly stood up and stuck her head out to look anxiously in the direction of her male god. , the way the male god fell down just now made her feel bad.
As soon as he went out, he saw two people who looked like attendants holding up Qin Che and putting him on the chair again. Han Fei felt so distressed that her whole heart was in knots, and then Qin Che was pushed out. , but before leaving the hall, he also looked in the direction of the screen.
Han Fei felt that he must have seen her, and her heart relaxed slightly. Although she failed in the end, the male god must have been looking at her and been looking at her.
As long as this is enough.
"Host, you were just in danger. You will never be allowed to do this next time! You are seeking death!"
Han Fei also had lingering fears. She never wanted to think about that state of being unable to control herself, as if she was about to overdraw her life.
Without the call from her male god, she would have died, to the sound of the drum.
"Why is it like that?"
This is what Han Fei is questioning. There is obviously no problem in practicing in the virtual space.
"I underestimated the power of the Goddess' Drum. The host's body is not yet fully integrated with the soul, so it cannot withstand such consumption."
"Is this so..."
"It's better for the host to reduce it. No, it's better not to play it again unless necessary."
"Nonsense, if it weren't for the male god, who would I be? But... I'm afraid I still lost this time. I stopped at the last moment."
Han Fei was still a little frustrated when she mentioned this.
The system couldn't comfort him for a while and had to stay silent.
On the high platform, Emperor Qin watched Qin Che being helped down with a complicated look in his eyes, but it was hidden so deeply that almost no one saw it. Everyone felt more and more that the prince who had been crowned king was really a waste. All seats were taken away. As for Qin Che's shout of 'Han Fei', no one could hear it except Han Fei himself. They just saw the sick prince falling to the ground in such a state of embarrassment. Everyone looked at him with ridicule and contempt.
On such an occasion, with such an ugliness, the King of Qin could be regarded as a complete failure. I don’t know why the Emperor of Qin gave the title of national surname to such a lame prince.
Qin Mu couldn't pay attention to this younger brother at all. His thoughts were still immersed in the drum sound just now. The drum sound, which was more shocking than the dance, really caught his attention. He even couldn't wait to see him. When he saw the mysterious woman playing the drums, he couldn't sit still for a moment. If it weren't for his strong self-control, he would have rushed over to look for the mysterious woman at this moment.
Baili Minxiu also had the same anxious feeling. His eyes were shining, and the gentle and jade-like temperament he had cultivated for a long time had dissipated. It was replaced by a kind of expectation. Who could be the person who can play such a drum sound? What kind of existence.
There are many more people who think like this, especially the generals, who think further, what kind of scenery it will be if such drums appear on the battlefield!
If millions of soldiers fight with high spirits, the result will be...
Just thinking about it makes my blood boil!
The mood of the guests changed. Everyone couldn't wait to see the strange woman playing. Not many people noticed the strangeness of this drum sound. Even the heavy rain that came and went in a hurry. Just think of it as the weather being capricious, which comforted Han Fei a little.
Queen Qing frowned. She was supposed to be the protagonist of this celebration. She should be happy to have such an excellent program, but no one wanted to be deprived of all the limelight. Auntie sensitively noticed the Queen's expression. , and quickly raised his voice: "That's it for the performance of Ama Palace. On behalf of the entire Ama Palace, I would like to offer my most sincere wishes to the Queen! I wish the Queen a thousand years, a thousand years, and I wish the Emperor long live, long live." .”
After saying that, all the courtiers realized the basic purpose of this banquet, and stood up one after another, saying loudly: "I wish the Queen a thousand years, a thousand years, and I wish the Emperor long live, long live!"