Chapter 273: Grass scraps

The dark cliffs, the lonely mountain road, the abyss where you can't see the five fingers, only the wind blowing on your face, with the green silk and clothing on the cheek.
The deeper the night, the more eye-catching the white sacrifice. At the peak of Muyu, the old man who played the piano slowly stroked the newly shaved fluff on the strings, thinking silently, one broken heart, two broken souls, and the end of the third song, this illusion still can't trap you? Is there really a human being who is heartless?
He is an elder left behind by a certain witch in the south. He is best at mental attack. His piano sound can create a illusion that is difficult to distinguish between true and false. Especially with the help of Zhouyuan Muyu tonight, he created This illusion can allow the intelligent life that entered into it to see the most distant, vague and most unforgettable fragments of the upper stream of the Xihe River, so that they don’t want to go back until they gradually get drunk or sink into it, and finally they have a long sleep , Can't leave anymore...
The old man who played the piano didn't know that in the high sky above Muyu, there was a black dragon whose soul was watching all this, and was dragged into this illusion by his piano sound.
Heilong saw many pictures hundreds of years ago-it was the remaining breath of the dragon clan that she could only perceive, it was the spiritual impact of the body of Muyu that she could recognize, and she stood with Chen Changsheng When she looked at Muyu between the mountains and the wild, she felt something, thinking who was calling herself, until then she finally understood why the world would make herself so sad-Zhou Yuan turned out to be more than the home of that human being, It is also her father, the graveyard of the most powerful black frost dragon in thousands of years.
The old man who played the piano didn't know these things. The person he wanted to be trapped in the piano illusion was the girl in white, and he was naturally concerned about her. The girl in white saw something in the Qin Yin fantasy, he didn’t know, she only knew she hadn’t been shaken for a moment, and she didn’t get drunk and fell there. She only stood quietly under the lone tree on the cliff for a while, and she saw this Fantasy, and easily break through.
She bit her fingertips and spilled a drop of blood on the world where Qin Yin came from. The golden yellow, solemn and holy, but extremely violent, as if containing blood of countless energies... It was easy to melt the clouds and destroy the illusion of piano music. Is that blood the real blood of the legendary Tianfeng?
The old man playing the piano looked at the mountain road in the night and thought slightly, but said nothing. The entire Xue Laocheng knew a taboo. Never put the phoenix under the palace of Princess Nanke.
"The essence of life is desire and chaos. Without an absolutely transparent soul, it is impossible for monasticism to make Daoxin Xiu's innocence. On the contrary, her spiritual world is more complicated than you think. She is outside her own Daoxin. A lot of camouflage has been put on, and your piano voice only touches the most obvious layers of her. How can you impress her? Even if you can’t do it, how can you confuse her?"
The little girl said indifferently: "Actually, I am curious. Disguise like her, once the saint is ordinary, will she forget who she is someday in the future."
"If this is the case, she will encounter great problems in the future."
The old man who played the piano thoughtfully, pulled the strings lightly, a condensed breath went with the sound of the piano, and continued to isolate this mountain from the real Zhouyuan world.
The little girl never thought that she could trap each other by virtue of the piano sound alone. The girl in white could easily break through the blood, but the void still existed, and she had to come to see each other before leaving.
Come meet.
The meeting of fate is tonight.
Looking at the mountain road under the night, she said with a blank expression: "Phoenix like this will always die by self-immolation. But I will let her die in my hands before self-immolation."
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The night breeze was blowing on the lonely mountain road, the ceremonial suit floated like a big cloak, the girl in white seemed extremely slow, but in fact it was extremely fast, but arrived like a crane and came to the peak of Muyu.
There are no stars in Zhou Yuan’s night sky, but there is a dim light cluster hanging deep in the grassland below the mountain. What is that? Thinking about these things, she looked at the little girl sitting by the cliff.
The little girl stood up and turned around and said, "You are here."
The girl in white was stunned. At the first moment of seeing the little girl, she guessed or finally confirmed who the opponent was, so young and so powerful, it was naturally the legendary Devil Princess Her Royal Highness Nanke—the reason why she is at this time She was so surprised because she didn't expect Nanke to look like this.
Nanke is about ten years old. Her eyebrows are actually pretty and childish. She can be said to be a pretty little girl, but the distance between her eyes is slightly wider, and her dark and cold eyes are slightly biased toward her eyebrows. The emotion in the pupil was also very indifferent, so... it looked dull.
She is like a girl who grew up in the village. The daily thing to do is to go to Houshan to fight a large basket of hogweed, then eat and sleep and wait for tomorrow morning to play a large basket of hogweed.
Yes, she is a girl in the village, her life is playing pigweed every day.
I don’t know why. The girl in white thinks so. Although she hasn’t lived in the country, she has never played hogweed, and she doesn’t even know what it looks like, but she thinks so.
If this is a meeting of fate, Nan Ke must have thought about it many times, and she has also thought about it many times.
She thought that the Nanke she saw would be an arrogant peacock. In all legends, the phoenix can command the Hundred Birds, only the peacock will always be as indifferent and arrogant, flying alone in places where the sun can't shine. She never thought that Nanke was like a little girl playing pigweed every day. It looked a little dull, a little wooden, and some pitiful. For no reason, people felt a little bit distressed, and they played pigweed every day.
This made her seem dumbfounded.
The night breeze on Muyu flicked gently, and time ran slowly.
She didn't know what to say, and she was a little nervous. She felt she didn't know how to face the little girl named Nan Ke, so she looked at the old man who played the piano.
She is a fate of true destiny and she can see the truth with just one glance.
She can see that the old man who played the piano is the elder of the candlelight witch. The combat power may only be at the peak of the pass, but the spiritual level is far beyond this level. It is most used to kill human practitioners in Zhouyuan. Suitable, however, the black robe of the demon warrior will not miss any details.
It's just a pity.
She looked at the guqin on the old man's lap, looked at the slightly frizzled strings, and shook her head with regret.
That was the ancestral sacred tool of Zhuyin Wubu that had been lost for years-Yaoqin.
If this Yaoqin is not used to set up a fantasy duality, but cooperates with Nanke to attack, maybe she will be very dangerous and may even die.
Nanke said: "I want to kill you, no one can interfere."
When talking, the little girl's black hair fluttered in the night breeze, as if grass clippings had fallen.
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(Suddenly stopped during the climax, which is really uncomfortable. I was really sick in the past two days. I am sorry. Please be more considerate. But when I wrote this paragraph, it was really very much. I don’t want to say. This kind of words should be passionate? These chapters afterwards will be the biggest climax since the book of "Choose Heaven". Please allow me to take the time.)
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