Found a cat on the side of the road

Chapter 1376 The Sleeping God

Qin Sisi's loud cry received no response from Heize Heights, but it frightened the people in her own camp. People from Mu Chi, Mu Xi, and Chen Pei all looked at her dumbfounded.

Only Yeyou took a deep look at her and gave her an encouraging look.

Qin Sisi thought about it for a while, and decided to believe her own feelings. She sternly shouted at the three young men, "If you don't want to die, just shout with me."

After finishing speaking, she ignored the strange gazes of others, and continued to shout loudly to the Heize Highland opposite the deep ditch: "Brother Xicheng, I'm sorry, brother Xicheng, Mu Ze is back!"

Chen Pei and the others were stunned for a while. Although they didn't quite understand the reason why Qin Sisi did this, they felt that she should have her own reasons. Moreover, they also realized the horror of the colorful glow. It was youth and good times, and they didn't want to die it's here.

So, the three young people also followed Qin Sisi and shouted loudly: "Brother Xicheng, I'm sorry, brother Xicheng, Mu Ze is back!"

The hoarse shout echoed in the empty land, crossed the deep ditch covered with colorful stones, and floated to the Heisawa Highland shrouded in mist...

The night gradually deepened, like every night before, always so quiet, so lonely, so lonely.

The melodious and sad sound of the flute filled the night, drifting far and far away in the quiet environment, but still, no one seemed to hear it, no one cared.

After a long, long time, Jimexi City lost Piccolo, walked around the very ornately decorated large room a few times, and finally lay quietly on the bed.

What about the gods, every year, every year, who can understand the loneliness of a person?
So he let himself fall asleep, and this sleep lasted for thousands of years.

"Suddenly..."

Jimo Xicheng was woken up by the unpleasant sound of the flute that kept ringing, he frowned and opened his eyes, with a displeased look on his face.

He managed to use a long and long sleep to escape the suffocating loneliness, who is it?So ignorant, dare to wake him up.

Jimo Xicheng suddenly got up, after thousands of years of long sleep, the black robe on his body was not wrinkled, still elegant and dignified.

He walked out of the room and came to the thousand-square-meter hall outside. Looking around, he saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy trying to play the piccolo he played before he fell asleep.

The little boy was very cute, with light and picturesque eyebrows, two big eyes like two black gemstones, clear and bright, and his small mouth was placed on the piccolo, but because of the wrong method, the sound he made was always ugly.

The little boy refused to give up, trying again and again.

Jimo Xicheng stopped in his tracks, stood behind a large pillar in the hall, looked at the little boy with great interest, and the anger on his face was gradually disappearing.

After the little boy practiced without giving up, the sound of the piccolo turned out to be much better than at the beginning. Of course, it was still an unpleasant noise for Jimoxi City.

The piccolo was made of very hard metal, and in order to prevent damage, he injected a little magical power into the piccolo.

Even after thousands of years, the piccolo is still in good condition, the golden body of the flute is bright and dazzling, no wonder the little boy can't put it down.

In the west city of Jimo, he has a lot of research on music magic, but he doesn't like excitement, he just likes to play the flute quietly by himself.

But for a long time, there was always only one person, which was too lonely, which made him not even in the mood to play the flute.

Today I suddenly saw such a cute little boy so interested in his piccolo, which made him feel inexplicably comfortable, and an idea came to his mind: How about teaching this little boy to play the piccolo?

Jimo Xicheng was taken aback by his own thoughts, he was a heavenly god, and the little boy was just an ordinary person.

As if looking for a reason for himself, Mexico City's spiritual consciousness swept towards the little boy and found that he had activated the source of magic.

For Jimoxi City, even if he activates the source of magic, he is still a humble and insignificant little ant in his eyes, but this situation allows him to find a suitable reason for his next actions.

This little boy's magical talent is very good. He should come from a big family with a good foundation in magic. He is likely to be a person who can stand out in the future. Getting to know such a person is not a cheap thing.

Then, Jimo Xicheng came out from behind the big red pillar, and said to the little boy in a gentle voice: "Do you like this flute?"

He originally thought that the little boy would be a little scared when he saw him, but he didn't expect that when the little boy saw him, although he was a little surprised, he didn't show any signs of panic or fear.

The little boy asked in a crisp voice: "Big brother, is this flute yours?"

Jimo Xicheng nodded: "Yes, what do you think?"

The little boy showed envy on his face, and said: "It's really great, the shape is so beautiful, and the sound it makes is so nice, but it's a pity that I don't know how to blow it."

"Do you want to learn?" Ji Moxicheng's deep eyes rippled.

The little boy nodded vigorously without hesitation, and replied crisply: "I think so!"

"Let me teach you, okay?" Jimo Xicheng said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, thank you big brother." The little boy happily replied, and handed the golden piccolo to Jimo Xicheng.

Jimo Xicheng's hand was very cold. When he took the piccolo, he felt the warmth on it, which was left by the little boy's skin.

Although the warmth was very weak, it finally warmed the heart that had made Jimoxi City cold and silent for thousands of years.

Jimo Xicheng taught very seriously, and the little boy also studied hard. It didn't take long for the little boy to master the basics, and Jixicheng taught him to play a simple ballad.

Now the sound the little boy played was not as unpleasant as it was at first, and began to form a tune, and the sound of the stumbling flute echoed in the empty hall.

"Master, where are you?"

The shouting came from afar, and the little boy frowned unhappily, and whispered, "Hmph, these followers are really annoying."

Looking at the innocent face of the little boy, Jimo Xicheng smiled unconsciously.

He raised his arm, and a picture appeared in front of them near the colorful stone ditch that divides the Heize Highland and the Lishi Plain. Several [-]- and [-]-year-old boys were shouting and searching for it.

"Are they here to look for you?" Jimoxicheng looked at the little boy and asked.

The little boy scratched his head, pulled the corners of his lips, and said embarrassedly: "Big brother, I'm sorry to bother you, I should go."

"Oh, is that so?" Jimo Xicheng felt a little disappointed, he suddenly didn't want the little boy to leave.

(End of this chapter)