In the end, there was only nothing left.

Just like the essence of the abyss.

As Huai Shi lowered her eyes in the mirror, countless changes emerged from the chaos at the moment she raised her zither bow.

Just like the creation of heaven and earth!

Accompanied by the gentle and bright melody, the void surged, emitting unremembered brilliant colors and changes, just like the soul running on the abyss, illuminating the first ray of light.

The clear air rises, and the turbid air falls.

In the violent changes like thunder and thunder, bright sunshine shines from the sky, and all things grow!

Spring is coming.

"Vivaldi, the Concerto of the Four Seasons?"

When countless cello melodies, which are low or high, bright or sad, overlap in one place, a vast trend is formed, spreading and covering everything.

Countless mirrors emerged from the void, reflecting mirror images with their eyes lowered and focused, as well as the gentle outline of the musical instruments in their hands.

Play!

The solemn performance of dominating the cycle of the four seasons, the birth, death, rise and fall of all things begins!

At this moment, whether it is kindness, evil, laziness or fanaticism, all the mirrors are immersed in this melody that is sprinkled.

This is what Russell has confidence in Huai Shi.

In order not to cause negative interference, he deliberately concealed it.

If that is the essence that has nothing to do with Huai poetry, then it has nothing to do even if it is killed.

But if it really comes from part of Huai Shi, then there will inevitably be no second situation!

——If we decide who will become Huai Shi, what kind of showdown is more appropriate than this?

"Look, the musician's special performance has begun!"

Russell laughed and looked at the illusion in the mirror with relief.

Enjoy the performance, Huai Shi.

Because this wonderful experience with countless concerts can only be possessed at this moment!
Chapter completed!