Chapter 1000: Revolt, or not resist

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Looking inside, all the faces were white, showing a terrifying look.
The man who fell in the big pool of blood in the Yang Xin Dian is no longer a person, but a pile of flesh-and-blood meat.
The wind is holding the hand and still carrying the blood of the sword, almost killing the red eyes, chasing away.
After admiring the winds behind him, Mu Yu quickly applied his light and flew in the direction of Jiangnanyuan.
The blast blows on the face of the wind, and there is no such thing as the killing and madness of the wind and the eyes. It seems that there is only one person in the world.
There is a strong desire in his mind to kill Mu Xi, you must kill Mu Hao!
The Jiangnan courtyard is quiet, one flower and one grass are all standing in the night, and the moonlight follows the mature figure of Mu Yu to the backyard.
In a short time, the wind was holding the sword of Shangfang and came to the backyard of Muxi. The bright yellow robes were stained with a lot of blood, and the long black hair with the wind was also contaminated with a lot of blood.
The wind and the scarlet are red eyes, and they are rushing to chop.
Mu Yan turned and smiled at the wind. "You need to calm down."
After saying that a stool was shrouded in the wind, it was too windy, and I wanted to go to the knife to cut it. But this big one was made of silk, and the sharp Shangfang sword was cut on the big one, and it had no effect.
When the big cover is on the air, dozens of people are dressed in black, and those wearing silver masks will fly to the ground before flying, and they will not give any breath.
"I want to kill you, I want to kill you." The wind that was thrown to the ground was still struggling, screaming at the screaming face in front of him, how many expressions on his face, how many ferocious.
"If you want to be me, then I will give you this opportunity." Mu Yan walked to the front of the wind, and he took the sword of the hand on the wind.
"Ah..." The wind screamed, and the person who suppressed the wind was bounced a few meters, and Mu's turned and kicked on the popular chest.
A stream of blood sprang from the mouth of the wind, and the other killers immediately stepped forward to suppress the wind and death.
"Give him this." Mu Yan took out a bottle of rose red from his arms, and one person took it, fell it on his hand, and reached the front of the wind.
"This is a fairy powder, and eating it will be of great benefit to you." Mu Yan said to the wind.
Perhaps there is only this sentence, the wind heard it, and immediately did not struggle, and forced the fairy powder into the nasal cavity.
The unprecedented pleasure, quickly filled with the wind and the whole body, the look of the whole sly has become a kind of intoxication and enjoyment, and the body is not struggling slowly.
Mu Yan waved his hand, and the people who pressed on the wind were all scattered.
This drug has a depressing and paralyzing effect on the spirit, so it the wind of this fairy powder, and the mind is temporarily awake.
"I remember the things just now?" The wind squatted on the ground and breathed, and Mu Yan took out a piece of white cloth and wiped the blood from Shang Fang's sword.
The wind shook his head, and the whole body stretched out. When he opened his eyes again, his expression was already clear, but he was still in a state of drunkenness and drunkenness. "You deliberately led me here?"
"Yeah, it's not very easy to do in the palace." Mu Yan said casually. "And I am afraid that you will kill more people in the palace. I don't want to rumor that the emperor went crazy the next day. That way, it is not easy to do."
"Mu Wei, do you want to take the throne from my hand?" The spirit of the wind is still in a state of emptiness, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
That kind of smile is very infiltrating, very ethereal.
"Ha ha ha ha... you don't want to defend the tail?"
Mu Yan looked up at the sky and looked at the wind. "Want, so when you are still awake, please watch a show."
"What kind of drama?" asked the wind.
"Why do you want to give way to you for no reason? Why do you want to save me just now? Do you know the reason?" Mu Yu asked.
The wind turned a dark eye. "Mu Zhi, but it is a chess piece, he has the right to say no."
"Yes, Mu is a piece of chess, but this piece of chess is precisely used to deal with you. You have never taken back the throne from the hand. It is because there is a demon in the back, you can go smoothly this time. Sitting on this throne is also because of the demon, why do you agree to let the position? Because Mu has already known that you and I will be sacrificed as a sacrifice on the day of the fifteenth." Mu Xi looked The wind on the ground said.
"Return this set, when are you going to play?" The wind did not believe in Mu's words, but his sly look has revealed that he has a trace of doubt.
This medicine is also just right, able to make the thoughts of the wind awake for a short time, not thinking of paranoia and stubbornness.
At this time, the mystery of a black dress came to Muxi. "The master, Fuchen son came."
"Do you know the Fuchen son? I can give you a show, but Fuchen Gongzi can show you the leisurely and elegant acting." Mu Yan said, he stood up and said to Xuanyuan. Go to the underground palace and let him watch the show well."
The crisp sound of the bells came again in the secluded air.
Mu Yan stood in the empty backyard, closed his eyes and listened to the footsteps that were getting closer and closer and denser.
Hundreds of agile figures in the eaves, fast shuttles on the walls, sharp swords in their hands, chilling in the moonlight.
When the sound of the rate rate stopped, Mu Yan opened his eyes, and everything in front of him was still dark and empty.
It seems that the sound of the sound just now and the shadow of the knife on the face of Mu Yan is just the illusion that Mu Yu had just produced.
"There has been no piano for a long time." Mu Yu looked at the guqin placed on the stone bench and said to himself.
This guqin is made of rare paulownia wood. The surface of the piano is engraved with a fine dragon and phoenix totem. It is as smooth as a gel, and it is light and clean.
Mu Yan sat down, such as the hands of jade like beads, gently put on the piano face, melodious piano sounds smashed, the sound of the piano, and sometimes swaying, and sometimes swaying.
In this silent night sky, it hovered for a long time.
Fuchen, who is a red robes, is a figure that is like a painted figure. It is magnificent, and the small bell carried around the waist, with the pace of walking, makes a crisp and subtle sound.
Listen carefully, it seems to be mixed with the melodious sound.
The autumn wind is bleak, the red robes of the demon are dancing in the wind, and Fuchen walks to the front of Muyu, listening to this piece of music.
"I heard that Prince Edward really likes to listen to this song." For a long time, Fu Chen spit out this sentence from the lips, the beautiful facial features, evil charms.
Mu Yan put his hands flat, the sound of the piano stopped, and he lifted his eyes and looked at him. "Do you know the Prince?"
"The demon told me that the demon said that Luo Er likes the Prince. She is worried that Luo Er’s younger age will be mistaken because of love, so..." Fu Chen deliberately prolonged the tone.
Mu Yan looked up at Fu Chen and smiled.
"So the Prince was so dead, the original Luoer was able to save the Prince, but on the day of the coup, the demon deliberately dragged Luo." Fuchen was like a snake-like haze, falling on the face of Muxi. on.
"Why do you want to tell me about this thing?" Mu Yan picked up his eyebrows.
"If Luo Er didn't like the Prince, then maybe the Prince can live, and your only sister, Zhu Er, can live. Even now, your family can live together in a round, one wife, one woman and one woman. Sister, this life is more beautiful." Fuchen slowly walked to the front of Muxi.
Every time you walk a small bell tied to your waist, you will make a subtle crisp sound.
"No, maybe you have more than one daughter. It should be three or four children."
"That seems to me to congratulate you, Fu Chen, you have found your love in this life, but also found his son who has not seen him for eight years." Mu Yu has already understood everything.
Every word of Fuchen indicates that he finally chose to believe in the demon, believe that they have a child, and believe that the demon is loving him.
"No, I found the right love in my life, but the demon did not give birth to my child. She also admitted it. The song is not my child, and she has never had a child." It’s refreshing to admit it.
Mu Yu gathers the light, and the thin eyebrows of the are lightly smashed a few times. The look of Fu Chenyu is full of love for the demon to death, as if the demon is doing anything, he is dead to the demon. Do not change the initial heart.
"Are you not angry?" Mu Yan asked tentatively.
"I am angry, of course, angry, but who makes me love the demon, I don't have a demon, I can't." Fu Chen said with ecstasy.
It seems that the demon has become his world.
Mu Yan once again raised his eyes. When Fu Chen said this, there was something faint on the full forehead.
The matter is very clear, and the demon has given love to Fu Chen.
Mu Yan chuckled. "When you bring so many people, you have to take me back to the hidden family, and then wait until the day of the sacrifice, then dig out my heart and sacrifice?"
"If you are willing to go with me, the grass and trees here can be preserved." Fu Chen said with a slight tone. "If you sacrifice yourself, your child, your wife, any one around you and you Anyone can live well, even in the future, there will be your child for Wei Weiwei, and my Fuchen must be responsive, and it should be some compensation for your wife and children."
Mu Yan sinks a bit. "I can see that the people you bring today are masters of masters. I can't feel the breath of such a close distance."
"The most elite killers of the hidden family, as long as you resist, these killers will kill all the gasping people in Jiangnan, of course, if you can win, you may die less." In addition to the cold bloodthirsty, the dawn of the light has no other emotions. Look at the refreshing to the apex O