I don't know when, a sailboat appeared in the central moon pool.

Beyond the moon pool, a storm rages over the sea.

Within the moon pool, the huge waves tossed the ship up and down again.

On the sailboat, several boatmen were pulling the sail with all their strength!

But under the strong wind, the sail was so heavy that even several boatmen, blushing, could not hold the sail!

On the ship, other boatmen and soldiers rushed forward to help, but the wind was so strong that the sail could not be raised to the top no matter what.

At this moment, a loud boat song sounded.

"Tian Zi yo ho -" an old boatman with a wrinkled face shouted out through gritted teeth.

Beside him, more than a dozen boatmen and soldiers shouted together:

“Quiet!!!!”

"Di Zi yo ho——"

“Quiet!!!!”

"Herringbone yo ho——"

"Qiyo!"

"And the word yo ho..."

"Qi Xi..."

How small is human power?

On that violent sea, when that sailboat was struggling for survival, countless people felt the insignificance of human power.

But how great is the power of man?

Even in the face of such a violent sea and such a raging storm, people still did not give up hope and were still fighting with their meager strength.

No one expected that Gu Xiaobai's first song would be "Barcarolle"!

No, that's not right...

It’s not a barcarolle, it’s a storm!

Behind the ship, on the top of the wildly surging waves, a snow-white figure stood there.

He stood quietly on the top of the waves, his hands dancing gently in the air.

It's like playing some invisible instrument.

But, there is no music.

There are no bells, no drums, no electronic sounds, and no strings.

Some are just the howl of the wind, the raging rain, the thunder and lightning, and the violent waves.

only……

storm!

Gu Xiaobai closed his eyes and his consciousness took in the entire Dragon Palace on the Sea. His consciousness was connected to the system and controlled all controllable stage systems.

Under his control, the blowing equipment on the opposite side of the stands was turned on at full capacity.

Under his control, the simulated rain equipment above the stands was spewing wildly.

Under his control, countless audio equipment outputted violent sounds.

Under his control, the lighting system simulated lightning.

Under his control, seawater was continuously sucked in and discharged into the cabins filled with ballast water at the front and rear of the Dragon Palace. Several rudder-like plate keels at the bottom kept swinging, causing the Dragon Palace to sway back and forth, and then sway.

The amplitude is getting bigger and bigger, getting bigger and bigger.

Under his control, the "mist of history" turned into a vertical wind column in the distance, and other ships were also projected on the sea.

It was also under his control that the only materialized ship was struggling to death in the central moon pool!

Everything is under his control.

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai is a storm!

He didn't play an instrument.

But what is music?

Does the sound have to be a musical instrument?

Why isn't the ocean just a musical instrument?

Why is storm not music?

And now, he is playing the song "Storm"!

Man-made storm!

And the entire performance scene was trembling in the midst of his "storm"!

Countless people had a strange feeling when they saw Gu Xiaobai standing on the top of the waves through the figures of the desperately struggling boatmen, sailors, soldiers and sailing ships.

Gu Xiaobai, he is really the son of the ocean who can move the wind and rain!

He is really the white dragon in the sea making waves!

He is the ocean, he is the storm!

Everyone present thought that Gu Xiaobai's evil thoughts and poems that seemed to come from deep in his heart were scary enough.

Now, everyone knows what real fear is!

That is facing the fear of death!

Behind the sailboat, Gu Xiaobai slowly opened his eyes.

There was neither joy nor sorrow in his eyes, as he quietly looked at the struggling sailboat below.

There is no good, no evil, just indifference.

With the efforts of more than a dozen people, the sail finally slowly rose...

But just when the sail was finally about to rise to the top, Gu Xiaobai's sleeves waved lightly again.

With a "wow" sound, a violent storm hit us, beating everyone so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.

When they finally opened their eyes, they saw that the sail that had just been raised was almost blown out again, and several boatmen holding the ropes were even dragged flying...

The ship was swaying in the waves, and the boatman was screaming and being tossed around...

At that moment, everyone present felt angry!

Yes, angry!

We humans work so hard, why are we still unable to resist the power of heaven and earth!

Why, why do you, the evil dragon making trouble, tease us like this?

In your eyes, are we just a group of ants?

At that moment, countless people couldn't wait to rush forward to help!

However, the boatmen on the ship did not give up.

An old boatman rushed forward and grabbed the end of the rope.

Just when he was about to be dragged up, more than ten people jumped on him together!

A pair of hands grabbed the rope.

Even if his hands are torn by the rope.

Even the arm will be torn off.

Even if all the power has been exhausted.

Gritting her teeth, she exhausted all her strength to suck the milk.

You must hold on, because if you relax, you will die!

"One liter of mainsail, hoo hoo..." the heavy trumpet sounded again.

At that moment, countless people subconsciously stretched out their hands, as if grabbing the invisible rope.

A roar came out of his mouth: "Yo ho!"

pull!

"The backbone of the heart is oh oh..."

"Yo ho!!!!"

Pull! Pull hard!

A pair of hands stretched out, and roars came from the throat.
To be continued...