Dark Age

Chapter 87

The misty singing voice came from afar, the voice was soft and swaying, but it penetrated deeply into the hearts of everyone.

Ye Mo drove the truck, and originally wanted to rush to the training ground, but at this moment he was attracted by the singing, so he stopped.

The sound is transmitted through the loudspeakers in the military area, so this matter has been approved by the above.

Ye Mo held the steering wheel with one hand, and stuck the other hand on the car window. Looking not far away, there were soldiers gathered there, and there were even a large number of soldiers behind them, scrambling to come one by one.

It was just a simple stone platform. Qiao Xiaoxue, who was wearing plain clothes, had her eyelids slightly drooping, and put her hands on her chest, as if she was praying. The singing voice turned into actual notes, jumping in everyone's eyes and echoing in everyone's eyes. heart.

To Ye Mo's surprise, next to Qiao Xiaoxue, Lu Jiaqing was sitting solemnly and dignifiedly, her delicate ten fingers plucking the strings of the guzheng from time to time, the high mountains and flowing water made tinkling sounds.

"I didn't expect Student Lu to be able to play guzheng." Ye Mo was really surprised. In school, he only knew that this girl was good at studies and sports. He didn't expect that her attainments in guzheng were also extraordinary.

Quiet!

It was very quiet all around.

The sky is thick and terrifying black clouds, rolling, roaring, with thunder, like the slurry in hell, trying to swallow people up.

They cover the world with darkness, they bring demons from the abyss, and they spread fear, famine, and death to the world...

But at this moment, all the negative emotions seem to be dispelled by a song and a few notes.

Ye Mo's heart also calmed down, and only then did he realize that the irritability caused by the seven consecutive days of crazy forging was quietly erased.

He suddenly realized this.

"I still underestimated the blacksmith. No wonder people in the last life often said that the blacksmith had a bad temper. There is a reason for that."

Because of the perennial forging, the vitality will always be in a violent state, especially when the vitality is turned into fire, it is easy to cause distortions in character. This is the same for other side jobs.

Potionists are meaner.

The inscriber was relatively silent.

Architects are arrogant.

Jewelers are relatively normal, but they are usually profiteers.

Ye Mo is a little lucky, because thieves can't have too many emotions, especially in battle, once the emotions fluctuate, it is easy to be discovered by the enemy, and violent emotions are even more undesirable.

"It seems that the army has also studied it. Although singing cannot save this chaotic world, it can at least soothe people's troubled hearts."

This is very important.

Because of the imperfection of the mind, too many negative emotions are generated, and it is easy to be lured by the abyss, and then degenerate and leave the human camp.

A song, thunderous applause.

Some soldiers were already crying, and most of them also had tears in the corners of their eyes.

In the turbulent era and the dark era, there are few scars in everyone's heart that they dare not uncover.

War, fighting, blood... These will gradually distort the character of a normal person, and at this time, proper relaxation is the most correct.

Ye Mo heard that a "Wanchun Building" was opened not far from the military area. You don't need to go into details to know what's going on inside, but the army also acquiesced. After all, in this era, it is really good for physical and mental development.

Ye Mo shook his head, because a song healed the hidden dangers in his heart. At this time, he exhaled in one breath, and his whole body felt comfortable immediately, as if his soul was a bit clear. He had a hunch that once his soul entered the extraordinary realm, he could be with him If the masters of the second rank are comparable, then something will happen.

Not far away, under the enthusiasm of the soldiers, Qiao Xiaoxue added another song.

Ye Mo started the vehicle. For him, the relaxation just now was enough. Next, there will be intense fighting.

But before leaving, he took another look at Lu Jiaqing. He wondered if it was an illusion. Today's Lu Jiaqing is a little more beautiful than before.

……

The sound of the guzheng, the ding-dong of the spring water, under the dim light, the girl is playing the piano, feeling at ease.

However, no one noticed that from the corner of her eye, Lu Jiaqing kept looking at a truck in the distance, or rather, it was the boy on the truck.

Even she herself didn't know when it started, as a mage, her direct naked eyesight could penetrate hundreds of meters.

She began to suspect that the changes in her body were all related to that dream. It was a world piled up with blood and bones, which was too terrifying and shocking.

Especially the voice that lingers in her ears from time to time, telling, whispering, seducing...

Three thousand blue hairs fell to her ears, no one noticed her expression, but she saw Ye Mo's expression in the distance.

Or frowning, or grinning, exhaling, pupils flickering...

Everything seemed to be imprinted in her heart.

"How could I be willing to kill you, even in a dream."

Qiao Xiaoxue's singing suddenly rose high, as high as a waterfall falling from the top of a mountain.

With a movement of Lu Jiaqing's wrist, the sound of the guzheng suddenly became tense, like the fiery lava bursting out from the mouth of a volcano.

She remembered that in her dream, whenever she couldn't cut down, that voice would turn into fiery magma and burn her, causing her extreme pain.

……

When Ye Mo came to the training ground, Meng Luogang led the team and was also training. Compared with him, Ye Mo's demon-subduing army was like shrimp.

In other people's legions, 1000 people are divided into ten teams, and they train for sprint battles, while their own legion has only 100 people in total.

"You, don't you think you're amazing, a level 5 flame mage, is it very hanging?" Meng Luo just knocked out a lazy mage with a single punch.

The people next to him tried to support the mage, but they were kicked away by Meng Luogang.

"You still want to help? Let me run a hundred laps!"

The person next to him suddenly shrank his head, his face was flushed, and sweat overflowed.

When Meng Luo was training, he was simply a devil.

"Look at it, in the same battle formation, your strength is stronger than the opponent's, but the result is a mess, not as good as others' half-day results." Meng Luogang was impatient.

Ye Mo's army is right next to them. There are only twenty demon hunters there, plus some ordinary people. As a result, the training speed of the battle formation is much faster than their side.

But he is also confident. Although the opponent's battle formation is progressing relatively quickly, in terms of strength, their side is completely crushed. After all, their team has nearly a hundred demon hunters.

Meng Luo just rolled up his sleeves, exposing his scarred arms. He pointed to his military badge and said ferociously: "I know that some of you are stronger than me, and I also know that you are not convinced, but there is nothing you can do. This is in the army, my rank is higher than yours, you all have to listen to me!"

"If you meet outside, you can attack me."

"Now, train the fuck! Train! Train again!"

"If you don't get the top three in the legion competition, everyone will sleep with the carrion in my arms."

After yelling, Meng Luo just wiped the sweat off his bald head, turned around and walked not far away. Just now he saw Ye Mo driving a truck in.

"Lao Meng, it's rare to meet you here." Ye Mo jumped out of the truck window.

He found that the people in the army were kind of fun.

Meng Luogang's eyelids twitched, and the guy in front of him was talking nonsense with his eyes open. Meng Luogang estimated that Ye Mo had come here no more than three times.

In fact, he overestimated Ye Mo, and this guy came here twice.

"I said, if you don't come again, be careful to be at the bottom of the competition next month." Meng Luo just pointed to his team, and then pointed to Ye Mo's team, the difference in numbers alone was obvious.

Ye Mo had taught Meng Luogang a long time ago, so it was not surprising.

"Also, your team now has the least amount of supplies per person. The reason is that you, the captain, have been absent from work. I'm afraid it won't work if you continue like this." Meng Luo just kindly persuaded.

Ye Mo smiled, and didn't care too much, counting on the supplies of the army?It would be faster to go hunting by yourself.

"Brother Ye, I'm not talking about you. Your legion really needs to pay attention, otherwise it's useless to have a battle formation." Meng Luo just took out the comb and tidied the few hairs on the top of his head, "Huh? You were lucky today. What is it? Food? The logistics department is so easy to talk about?"

"Old Meng, don't look!" Ye Mo stopped.

But Meng Luo just tore off the black cloth, opened his mouth wide, and stood there like a wooden man.

(End of this chapter)