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On the other side of the square, Wu Hui was still immersed in the ocean of music. He was sent a good person card without knowing that he was completely unaware of it.

With the experience and skills of countless guitar masters throughout the ages, Wu Hui's hands seemed to have their own soul. Wherever his heart came, the melody naturally flowed out, and every rhythm and chord were filled with indescribable tension.

That is the charm of the master.

The crowd around me was immersed in it, and couldn't help but feel tides rising and falling with the melody of the music, making it difficult for me to control myself.

Before he knew it, the crowd slowly gathered over, and even Black Liton put down his harp and walked over, closed his eyes and listened quietly.

After the song, Wu Hui put down the guitar in his hand, and thunderous applause suddenly erupted around him.

"good!"

"marvelous!"

The bards were so excited that their hands were red. The eyes of Wu Hui and the guitar in his hand were filled with indescribable enthusiasm and excitement, as if they had discovered a new world.

Even Black Litton couldn't help but give Wu Hui a thumbs up, looking admiring: "Although I don't know what instrument this is, this song is the most infectious of the songs I have ever heard. You play it so well!"

"Thank you for your praise. I am ashamed of being ~ I am ashamed of being ~"

Wu Hui smiled and enjoyed the praise in his heart. His thoughts of trying to teach this kid a lesson were a little bit weakened.

"Little brother, you are not from us, are you?" A beauty wearing a wide-brimmed hat and dressed as a young woman gave him a charming look. "Your black hair is quite rare in us, and your facial features are not similar."

"It's true, I'm coming from the east."

Wu Hui responded with a smile.

Whether it is Wu Hui's oriental appearance, the guitar in his hand, and the amazing song just now, everyone is very curious.

Everyone talked about it, and I started chatting with him in one word.

Some brave young women even flirted at him frequently, and secretly stuffed the silk with the address written into his hands while others were not paying attention. The look in his eyes showed that men knew about the ambiguity.

But in just a short while, Wu Hui had already received several pieces of silk.

The young and pretty girls didn't have the courage, but some of them were blushing and talking to him, and more of them were watching him whispering behind the crowd, not knowing what they were saying.

Wu Hui couldn't see anything on his face, but he felt very happy in his heart.

This is the life you deserve ~

Although it is not necessary to do something around the beauty, these soft and soft words are not comparable to those rough men?

Surrounded by everyone, Wu Hui swelled unknowingly.

Thinking of their previous admiration for Black Litton, Wu Hui couldn't help but pull Black Litton to her side and asked them jokingly: "Who do you think is more attractive to me or the Black brothers?"

As soon as these words were said, the young women and beautiful girls were stunned at first, and then they couldn't help but giggle.

The beauty wearing a wide-brimmed hat just now blinked at him and laughed: "Little brother, you have a good temperament and play the piano well, but my sister still likes Black."

Wu Hui seemed to have been stabbed in the chest, and he looked at the beauty quietly.

He obviously played the guitar so well, and both the skills and melody were steadily suppressing Black Leighton.

Why?

The beauty seemed to understand Wu Hui's accusing eyes and couldn't help but smile: "There's no way, my sister just likes a handsome blonde with blue eyes like Black. If you are so handsome, my sister likes you too."

Hearing this, the crowd around him burst into laughter.

The big girls and wives had their faces flushed, but they couldn't help but nodded and looked at Black with affectionate eyes.

Puff ~

Wu Hui almost spit out an old blood.

This world of face-looking... is so desperate.

"Brother, don't be too frustrated. They are actually just talking about it." Seeing that Wu Hui's face was not very good, Black Litton coughed and comforted him, "I think your piano skills are superb, admirable, and your temperament is also very good, and most people can't compare to it."

Wu Hui turned around and rolled his eyes at him.

Don't add insult to injury. Don't think he can't hear it. Isn't it mean that his face is really close?

He took a deep breath.

Isn't it just a face?

He is a god of light, so it is not easy to pinch his face? If he hadn't been unwilling to give up this face of his own, what kind of face he wanted wouldn't have been able to do?

Wu Hui was unconsciously aroused his desire to win and lose.

He didn't believe it.

He won't change his face, but he can still beat Black Leighton.

He took a deep breath and picked up the guitar again: "Since that's the case, I'll play another song for everyone."

As he spoke, his slender fingertips passed through the guitar strings, and the smooth chord sound poured out.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Everyone's eyes unconsciously fell on him and listened quietly.

This is respect and recognition.

Wu Hui, who has master-level playing skills and master-level musical talent, playing guitar is like an instinct to Wu Hui and does not need to think at all.

His hand passed by the strings, and the sound of music like flowing clouds and water flew up in the night, accompanied by the wind.

The same melody as before is beautiful and intoxicating.

However, unlike before, as the music flowed, Wu Hui's temperament gradually changed subtly, as if something sleepy was gradually awakening in his body.

Before he knew it, an inexplicable sacred charm enveloped him.

Although my face is still the same, my temperament has changed drastically.

His drooping black hair seemed to be dyed with a touch of lightness, flying slightly in the breeze, and his fair skin seemed to emit a halo. Even the white robe he was wearing slowly swaying in the wind, dragging out a flying curve.

Under the blazing bonfire, he seemed to be covered with a layer of gold edges, with a strong aura and flying freely, as if he would rise up in the air anytime and anywhere, and go straight to the sky out of thin air.

In the distance of the square, the carriage belonging to the Saint of Light was still parked around the corner. Catherine's listening expression, which had been enjoying a little, became more and more surprised, until the end was a little shocked.

Perhaps ordinary people cannot hear the positive attitude contained in Wu Hui's piano music, just like the rising sun and the growth of all things. But as a saint of light, how could she not hear the hidden meanings?

Even the elite guards who were attending the Saint of Light were intoxicated by the sound of the sound of light, as if they were swimming in the warm and pure sunlight, the fatigue of their hearts disappeared, and their bodies were filled with positive positive energy.

The audience around were silent, everyone's face was filled with a happy expression, forgetting all their worries, and full of hope for the future of life.

That's right!

This is the essence of the power of light.

The sun, warmth, dispels darkness, gives people endless positive energy, helps people get out of difficulties and welcomes the glory of dawn. It also represents the hope of the growth of all things and the endless life.

I don't know how long it has passed.

The piano sound gradually ends in a series of wonderful notes.

After the song, Wu Hui put down the guitar.

There was a lot of silence around it, as if a needle could be heard.

Whether it was the big girls and young wives, or the passing farmers, soldiers and merchants, they all closed their eyes, as if they were still immersed in the warmth of light.

After a long time, Black woke up from the artistic conception, clapped his hands and looked at Wu Hui with a burning look.

It made Wu Hui look so hard that he had goose bumps. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, his eyes full of suspicion. Don't this kid Black have any special hobbies, right?

As Black's applause sounded, it was like throwing a stone in the calm pond, which caused a thousand waves in an instant.

The applause from the surroundings surged like a tide, completely submerging Wu Hui.

Especially those star-chasing beauties who once surrounded Black, all threw hot and strange eyes at Wu Hui.

The people in other worlds are so enthusiastic, and Wu Hui is full of enjoyment.

He, a god, has always been trembling and worked hard to survive. But a human being lives not just for living, let alone a god.

Some people say that God should look up at the world high above, with no joy or sorrow, no surprise or anger, no desire or demand. But in Wu Hui's view, this kind of god should not be appropriate.

If you insist on what kind of god you want to become in Wu Hui’s mind in the future, it’s just one sentence, “My will is God’s will!”

To put it simply, I just do whatever I like, and if I don’t accept it, I will be convinced.

"Oh, my little brother with black hair, I didn't expect you to be hiding your weakness." The big beauty wearing a wide-brimmed hat covered her lips and smirked, and threw a charming look at Wu Hui, "If you were like this just now, we won't say that."

"What are you going to say if you don't say that?"

Wu Hui looked at her with a smile. It seemed that she finally realized that she was talented and was much better than Black. What is this called? She is not afraid of not knowing the goods, but she is afraid of comparing goods.

"If it were like this earlier, sister, I..." The beauty smiled and dragged her tone, then shook her veil, "Let's just like it together!"

“Hahaha~”

A kind laughter suddenly erupted around.

The beauty couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.
To be continued...