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Chapter 376 As long as you are happy

This sound of Vespers?!
Westhead immediately recognized the source of the voice in his ears. In his impression, this calm, heavy and ethereal voice could only be heard by one person.

Can the [Lord of Absolute Extinction] still communicate with me? Or is this the [Lord of the Blue Sky]?
In a flash, a hundred thoughts came to Westhead's mind, but the dimension he was in did not stop with his thoughts. The distorted and changing scene overwhelmed him in an instant.

[Wish 2, to turn my singing into stars, and enjoy joy and happiness with my love]

The mixed energy and emotions hit him like a wave, and his consciousness was deformed and scattered under the turbulent waves.

When Westhead came to his senses again, the first thing that caught his eyes was the flashing neon lights, and then what filled his ears was the hustle and bustle of finding himself in the neon-lit city night scene.

In this brightly lit city that never sleeps, the night sky is decorated with colorful neon lights as if it were daytime. Hovering cars and busy crowds shuttle between the high-rise buildings, and the three-dimensional streets are filled with the noisy sound of traffic.

Further away, there stood a tower reaching into the sky. Its crimson shell and luster were incompatible with the city's steel forest. It was because of the existence of this tower that Westhead recognized at a glance that this should be the [Scarlet Throne].

He stood at the intersection of the pedestrian street, the clean, reflective floor reflecting the colorful rainbow light.

What happened?!
Westhead was stunned at first, then he calmly observed his surroundings and came to a conclusion.

Oh, this familiar perspective is not on myself, but changes with the owner of this space-time domain.

In the mental space of the Lord of Absolute Extinction, Westhead had carefully tasted it.

But the two are not completely consistent, because Westhead is very sure that everything in front of him is not a false memory, but a real reality. That is, at that moment just now, all existence was reassembled.

Tsk. That's really exaggerated.

Westhead secretly clicked his tongue and instantly felt pity for the Sky People in the [Scarlet Throne].

What kind of life is this, having to deal with a God-Ancestor like this, who makes trouble at every turn, and arbitrarily arranges and distorts reality and timeline. Everyone involved is a toy in the hands of God.

Lord Qinghui sighed and prepared to re-familiarize himself with the environment and find out where the evening prayer was.

After walking a few steps, he realized that there was no need to look for it specifically.

Under the prosperous neon lights of the city, thousands of large-screen projections are mounted on high-rise buildings, and most of these screens are projecting the same singer.

The singer has a delicate and sweet face, and her red eyes seem to be calm and sparkling with charming light. Her long hair, which is close to gray, sparkles under the light, soft and shiny. The red dress with one shoulder and just above the knees sets off the girl's soft figure to the fullest.

But the image is not the point; the real amazing thing about the singer is her singing.

The voice is timeless and profound, clear and penetrating, and every note seems to be cast with magic, able to touch the most delicate part of the soul.

"Vespers!"

Fanatical fans were shouting the singer's name obsessively under the screen, and even passers-by in a hurry would hold their breath and concentrate when passing by the screen, for fear of missing any wonderful moment.

Westhead also listened for a moment.

"Drink the madness from turbidity to transparency."

"Intertwined with fatigue and passion, life turns into flying dust, and there is no peace forever"

“No one was hurt. Is that commendable?”

"Is it right to follow the folly of all expectations?" "The night sky is twinkling, and the sea of stars is dancing."

"The light fades, and the falling leaves are colorful."

"Up to the sky, up to the sky."

"Oh, up to the sky."

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The songs of the evening prayers seem to contain endless stories, including joy, sadness, love, and separation. Each story can touch people's hearts and make people empathize. This is not entertainment at all, but a soothing of the soul, bringing a touch of tranquility and warmth to this busy and flashy city.

This is definitely not something that can be achieved by singing. Even the grand ensemble of the Thousand Laws Royal Court is far from achieving this effect. Mortals' emotions are completely dominated by the singing, and they become captives immersed in it.

Whether it is a businessman in a suit, a traveler, a student full of youth, or an old man with silver hair, they are all fascinated by her beautiful singing. Her music transcends age, identity and background, and has become the common language and emotional bond of this city.

In this bustling city that never sleeps, she is the brightest star, lighting up every night of the city with her singing.

Westhead was not surprised that Evening Prayer could achieve such a brilliant success. Just kidding, this entire time and space was shaped according to her will, and she could add whatever settings she wanted.

Hey, he’s just a superstar, what’s the big deal?

It would be better to say that it is too restrained for the supreme god to give himself such a vulgar setting.

Lord Qinghui came to the corner of the park and sat down on a bench. He was thinking about what was going on when suddenly, he was patted on the shoulder and a soft call came from behind.

"Weiss.Weiss"

When I turned around, I saw a slender figure wearing a beret, a mask, sunglasses, and a brown coat, wrapping herself tightly.

The white fingers pulled the sunglasses down a little, revealing a pair of gorgeous red eyes.

Vespers, without a doubt.

There was no need to take the initiative to look for Westhead. Since this space and time was shaped by Evening Prayer's will, she would naturally bring Westhead to her.

The even-prayer, who looked more lively and energetic, clasped his hands together and apologized:
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I finally got away. It's a rare date, but I'm late."

So my setting is the little boyfriend of the big star Evening Prayer? This is quite in line with the fantasy.

Westhead shook his head slightly and said:

"That's nothing, but is this how you date?"

Evening Prayer lowered his eyes slightly and said in annoyance, "There is no other way. This is the only way because everyone is too enthusiastic. If I reveal my true identity, I will be surrounded by people and I won't be able to do anything."

"Then why don't you just add a buff that won't attract attention?"

Evening Prayer's beautiful eyes widened: "How can I have such ability?!"

Lord Qinghui obeyed: ".As long as you are happy."

The white-haired, red-eyed singer clapped her hands, then took Westhead's wrist and pulled him up from the bench:
"Alright, alright, we have to have a good time tonight!"

(End of this chapter)