One, and this is the world of exhausted music, the world of music.
The roaring music continued to blast, and Lu Yin subconsciously danced his body. The instinctive dance came from the fused white bones themselves, and the joy that was like the source of life came from every movement and every rhythm.
He can be sure that under the roar of this kind of music, normal flesh and blood will definitely be detonated. This is a world of bones.
This is one of the abyss of the death universe, a world where all joy has dried up.
Lu Yin kept checking the memories of the bones. He couldn't figure out where the memory of the bones came from. It was like the bones were given life and connected to the power of death.
In my memory, there is always dancing, rhythm, happiness for this world, and longing for the distant castle.
Even a skeleton has a wish.
It hopes to enter the castle, which is the happiest place in the world. If it wants to enter the castle, it must form a band. The band can only enter the castle with the recognition of Lekukun, and it has nothing to do with strength.
Strength is the least valuable thing in this world, because no one can surpass Le Calvary. It is the creator of this world. Whoever it recognizes does not look at strength. It cannot compare with it anyway. What it looks at is
Music depends on whether you can keep up with its rhythm.
Memories kept pouring out, and Lu Yin also saw the memory of this white skeleton before it was given life. It was a terrifying exchange of life and death.
In fact, bone language is to convert life from one form to another. The memory is retained, and the cognition is also retained, but the loyalty is changed. The loyalty of these bones comes from the life given to them, and they are loyal to the bone language.
Chapter completed!