Mars woke up and found himself sitting in a theater with lights all around, but there was only one dancer dancing silently on the stage.

"Welcome to the Great Woodland Revue, Mars, should I call you Mr. House, or Mr. Guyatt?" Ms. Lin Thuringia walked over, her footsteps echoing in the empty theater.

Very clear.

"Just call me Mars. Is my last name important to me?" After Mars stood up, he turned and looked behind him. At the entrance and exit, Youni was standing.

"Nirvana!" Mars' eyes widened.

The little snow leopard girl in front of him smiled. Mars looked at Nirvana in front of him. He quickly felt something was wrong - this Nirvana was not the Nirvana he was familiar with. There were no white psychic spots in her eyes.

"I'm not Nirvana, it seems you recognized me." This secret girl who is very similar to Nirvana said with a smile.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I really didn't expect you to be so similar to someone I know well." Mars lowered his head, caressed his chest and saluted.

The girl smiled and waved her hand: "It's okay. The Great Woodland Song and Dance Troupe transcends time and space. I'm just an ordinary dancer."

"I am a singer." Mars quickly introduced himself.

"Okay, I'm leaving, young Mr. Singer." The secretive girl said and left.

Mars looked at Mrs. Lin Thuringia: "Madam, she is..."

"Like you, she is a member of the Great Woodland Song and Dance Troupe. She is not in the same era as you, and it is even impossible for you and her to see each other again. When you were extremely young, she had already returned to the river of souls." Lin·

Mrs. Thuringia told Mars about the girl's future in a cold and calm tone.

Mars was silent for a moment, and finally sighed: "Madam, why did I come here this time?"

"This is the home of every singer. If you want to come, you will definitely come here. So, can you tell me what you want to know?" After speaking, the lady sat down next to Mars.

beside.

Mars was silent for a while and asked something about Tbilisi: "Tell me, what ability can a giant have to deceive everyone?"

"You actually know the answer, don't you?" Mrs. Lin Thuringia replied with a smile.

This answer made Mars smile in silence: "How do I know the answer? It is precisely because I don't know that I wonder if the cabaret will have the answer."

"But you really know, think about it, okay?" Mrs. Thuringia said and stood up: "You can continue to rest here, or you can watch the solo dance of the dancers on the stage."

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When Mrs. Thuringia left, Mars leaned back in his chair. He was wondering, because she said he knew the answer.

But how could he know? If he knew, there would be no need to come here.

Thinking of this, Mars thought of the mysterious girl again. She...could she be Nie's mother who died young?

Nie said that she is very similar to her mother, but... that's too much.

Thinking of this, Mars sighed. He thought of Mr. Lain. Seeing his daughter becoming more and more similar to his late wife, he must have been very painful.

Mars stood up thinking of this. He wanted to chase her out and ask the girl.

But when he left the door of the theater, he found that he had walked into the rest area of ​​the brightly lit theater. It was also cold here. The girl was standing in front of the young snow leopard squatting in front of her.

"Ma'am." Mars stretched out his hand, only to find that his hand had become transparent.

"Laien, today's opera was quite good." The girl was wearing winter clothes. She looked at her lover with a smile, and the latter smiled and nodded: "As long as you like it."

"I know you don't like it, but I'm very happy that you can come with me to see me." The girl pointed to her belly when she said this: "It's interesting to say, I just suddenly thought of a dream I had before.

There I met a little guy who called me Nirvana."

"I heard you said that." Mr. Lane smiled and hugged her.

"Yes, so I decided that if the child in my belly is a girl, she will be called Nirvana." After saying that, she suddenly looked towards Mars.

Mars gave in subconsciously, and then found that everything had changed, and he sat back in his seat in the theater again.

The dancers on the stage disappeared. Mars looked towards the exit, where a white-haired rabbit spirit stood there.

"Nanaki?" Mars didn't dare to speak casually this time.

The bunny girl, who was wearing a beautiful long dress with intricate decorations and fringes, laughed and said, "It seems like you also know my grandmother."

She also seems to be a highly deformed person, but it is said that there will always be someone like her in the descendants of Mrs. Cross. So, it seems that the rabbit spirit in my family is not.

Is it because the bloodline is too thin?

Thinking of this, Mars saw this man walking towards the stage.

"Are you a dancer too?"

"Yeah, what about you, are you looking for your dancer?" the bunny girl asked.

She walked onto the stage, then jumped lightly, spun four and a half times in the air, and stopped after flying across half of the stage.

"I'm looking for a dancer?" Mars was a little confused.

"You must be a new singer. In the song and dance troupe, every singer will have a dancer. The dancers dance for the singers, and the singers sing for the dancers. Just like in reality, the singers

Being able to synchronize spiritual energy with the dancer, both parties can share it.”

At this point, the rabbit spirit was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then she looked at Mars: "We are not in the same era."

"...Yes, in my time, your grandmother was a legendary adventurer a long time ago." Mars said.

This made the bunny girl sigh, and her figure faded away: "Someone has come to replace me. I think she will be your real dancer."

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Pinecone looked at herself in the mirror. This was an unknown stage backstage. As if in a dream, there was a mysterious lady dressing up, putting on makeup, and choosing clothes for her.

In the end, Song Guo chose a set of wide long skirts, thick shawls, long tassels, and three layers of heavy skirts.

This is worn by squirrels during the harvest season to dance the most solemn festival dance.

"Where is this place?" Song Guo stood up and looked at himself in the mirror and asked.

"The backstage of the Great Woodland Revue, go, child, go to the stage that belongs to you."

The mysterious lady said so.

Song Guo turned to look at her: "My stage, but my stage..." "That must be your stage, go ahead." She said this, and at the same time she came to the door and opened it.

Looking out from inside, Pinecone saw many people sitting there, including humans, orcs, elves and various small races.

But Pinecone's sharp eyes saw Mars at first sight.

He sat there, thinking.

Will it surprise him if I go out...?
Chapter completed!