Musashi of the Elves

　　 Listening to the full story, Musashi's eyes are full of surprises, because this is what he wants.

　　 "Thank you, I like the story of "Snail Picker" very much, and it is exactly the story I want. As a thank you, please accept this too."

　　 After all, they also lost a lot of time. Musashi himself was a little embarrassed, so he took out the gold beads that the old man Jinqiu gave her from his pocket before and handed it to Ami, who helped her answer.

　　 "Golden Pearl?!"

　　 Ami thought it was a small object and picked it up, but as soon as I got it started, I found that it was not a simple small thing. Although the tone was doubtful, the content was affirmative.

　　 "Little sister, did you participate in the Golden Globe Bridge event?"

　　 When I heard that it was Jin Zhu, Girl B, who is Saye, immediately thought of the Golden Ball Bridge and asked.

　　 "Are you a trainer?"

　　 Girl C is Rena, who glanced at Musashi suspiciously, mainly because Musashi's age is too confusing, and the Abokai monster is a reduced version like a pet snake.

　　 Three questions answered one word: "Yeah"

"You are so amazing. I really didn't see that you are still such an amazing trainer. But this golden bead is a reward for your hard work, and "Snail Picker" is just what every Hualan citizen has heard since childhood. The big bedtime story is nothing, the two are not equal, so we can’t accept it.”

　　 Although Ami loves vanity a little, her heart is not bad, she can still tell the truth, so she stretched out her hand to return the gold pearl to Musashi.

push.

Musashi didn't have the time to cause unnecessary disputes with them for such a small gold bead. He smiled, his little hand stretched out to hold Ami's hand, and gently pulled it, forcing Ami's center of gravity to change for a moment. Stable, when she was flustered, she changed hands and pushed Jin Zhu back into her palm, and then gently pushed her backhand to help her stabilize the center of gravity, and also opened the distance between the two, which also made her feel flustered. Too late to speak up again.

　　 Musashi smiled slightly and walked away.

　　 The remaining three people looked at each other, and for a while they were a little bit uncertain about this Jin Zhu.

　　 Without mentioning how they deal with Jinzhu, it's Musashi.

Taking advantage of the current stage of the explosion of inspiration, Musashi rushed towards the wizard center while conceiving. As for the three girls mentioned earlier about the water ballet performance at the Huandaokan, Musashi does not deny that if you go to see it, it must be right. My own works have great reference significance.

But now there is the folk tale "The Snail Collector", and in the evening, I have agreed with Chaomeng to see you again, so it is safer not to go, mainly because of the performances at the Hualan Daoguan. At this time, it was already for Musashi. It's a dispensable option, and it doesn't matter if you don't go.

　　 Back to the wizard center, with the ideas and corrections along the way, I started to write on paper, and from time to time, I would take out the Liya piano to play one or two to see if the treatment was perfect.

　　 "Very nice voice, what is this?"

　　 The abrupt boy's voice reached Musashi's mind, and the smooth notes came to an abrupt end.

Fortunately, Musashi has already completed most of the content of "Chinese Blue Movement", the rest only needs to be carefully considered. Look at the time, it is already past 9 pm, and the sound is Chaomeng, so I was beaten. The thought-breaking Musashi could only sigh helplessly, and replied: "Fortunately, it was not when I was composing the movement, otherwise I would definitely hate you."

　　 Chaomeng knew that he should have done something wrong. Although he didn't know the specific reason, his mind's perception could not be wrong, so he was silent about Musashi's complaint.

"Um, I also made the mistake first. After all, we made an agreement, but I am still busy with other things, so let him pass this matter, don’t take it to heart. Then I hold an instrument in my hand. Its name is Lai Yaqin, also called lyre, and the sound played through it is called tune, music."

　　 "Oh, but why does this violin have two names, lyar and lyre?"

　　 "The two names are mainly caused by the lack of unity in translation of the predecessors. However, modern people prefer to call this violin as Laya Qin, so it continues, so there are two names."

　　 "It turned out to be like this."

　　 "By the way, people who can't see you are a little awkward in conversation, so come to my dream world, don't resist."

"Oh"

　　 I hadn't experienced the sinister super dream of the world and replied ignorantly. I only felt that the mental power had such a momentary tugging feeling. I was about to resist, but when I remembered Musashi's explanation, I could only let it go.

The picture turns, from the standard room in the elven center to a girlish pink boudoir. This room is Musashi’s room in Yuhong City, the village and the cooking house, but it’s not in reality, but in illusion. A room with a real touch.

　　 And the original illusory mental power is like an entity here, the original super dream curled up body begins to open, it is a bit jerky in movement, but he has extremely strong learning ability, and he immediately mastered the ability to act in the dream world.

And this is also the first time Musashi sees what Chao Meng really looks like~www.readwn.com~ Chao Meng is silvery white with a purple tail and abdomen. The extracorporeal nerve bundle extending from the center of the back extends straight to the back of the neck. Slightly higher than Musashi.

"Stop, don't use superpowers here, because this is not a real world, but a dream world between illusion and reality. Everything here is made up of my spiritual power, and you are made up of your own spirit. It is composed of force. If you use mental power, it is equivalent to breaking the original stable structure, and my dream world will collapse and disintegrate because it cannot withstand your power. Improperly, I will be in danger, and even you will be injured. , So don’t use super powers."

"Oh."

Chaomeng nodded, sitting on a soft cushion like Musashi. Everything here is strange to him. In the laboratory, apart from the cold tones, there are only those indifferent humans in white coats. , And endless genetic recombination experiments.

　　 "Get to know me again, my name is Musashi, Miyamoto Musashi."

　　 Musashi was overjoyed when he saw that Chaomeng could listen to his own words. He stretched out his hand and stopped at the distance of one arm in front of Chaomeng.

　　 "Me? Musashi? Miyamoto Musashi? What does this mean?"

　　 Common sense is a new field for the current super dream, and everything is unknown.

　　 "'I' is the definition of self, which is yourself, and Musashi is my name, Miyamoto is my surname, and the combination is Miyamoto Musashi, which represents me."

　　 "Oh, then I... They seem to call me Chaomeng, but what does Chaomeng mean?"

　　 Chaomeng stretched out his hand with only three fingers to hold Musashi's hand, and raised his own question.