Chapter 1001: The only way is to die

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"Before that, can you answer some questions from Fuchen son?" Mu Yan still smiles right, smiles are not stained, a pair of dark eyes are elegant and noble, but there is a negligible smile. momentum.
"You said? But there is not much time left for you." Fu Chen reached out and slammed the blue silk hanging in front of his forehead.
"Is it necessary to take out our heart when the sacrifice is made?" Mu Yan asked, raising his head.
"Yes, otherwise, why do they need to spend so much mind?" Fuchen nodded. "You can rest assured that as long as you let us take your heart out, no matter whether the curse can be lifted, I can guarantee that you care. No hair will be less."
"It means to say, I am going with you, you have to take away the people I am close to?" Mu Yan heard this slightly frowning.
"If you commit suicide in this process, who can stop you?" Fu Chen asked.
"Well, you can threaten me with someone close to me, but it is so popular? It is so popular that he has no love, no concern, how are you going to treat him?"
"So, let's make the wind a round of the biggest dream of his life. He is now in the throne. After eight or nine days, I invite him to the hidden family as the successor of the future patriarch of the hidden family. To observe a festival of sacrifices, he killed him at that time and took off his heart." Fu Chen said this truthfully.
After listening to Mu Yan, he raised a brow. "It's a good way. You are really very successful in brainwashing. No matter how I tell him, he doesn't believe me."
"You are the most hated and hated person in the world. No matter how you do it, he will not believe you. He will only believe in himself. He has been immersed in this dream for decades. You are jumping at this time. Come out and tell him that these dreams are all fake. How can he believe it?
It’s not that they have succeeded in washing their brains, but they are so immersed in this dream that they can’t extricate themselves.
And they are just helping the wind to realize that dream.
They stand on the side of the wind, and the wind will certainly believe them unconditionally.
"So the wind is screaming at your words." Mu Yan's mouth tilted slightly.
"It’s not about our language, but he thinks we are all his pawns. I think we are all in his grasp. He thinks he is the one who laughs the last."
"It’s not good to be popular, too confident and conceited." Mu Yan nodded and expressed his approval of Fu Chen’s views.
"What else do you want to ask?" Fu Chen asked. "If you don't have one, you can go back to the hidden family with me. By the way, see your father-in-law and some of your little nephews."
When Mu Yan heard the father-in-law, his eyes became dim. "Can you not catch the father of Shanwei?"
"Of course, the people you are close to, those who are close to Wei's tail, as long as you dare to resist, these people will all follow you to hell." Fu Chen said coldly.
"Right, where did you hide Suer? I have never found her. Are you hiding there?" Fu Chen said.
Mu Yan stood in the place, slowly grasping the sleeves of the hand, then sat down, hangs down, faintly said. "I am going to finish this, I will go with you."
"When you come to the hidden family, how do you want to play it, if you cooperate well, I will let you and your wife and daughter reunite in the rest of the time." Fu Chen reached out and pressed the strings. .
"Which songs are halfway, why don't you continue to play?" Mu Yan looked at Fuchen with a pair of cold eyes.
Fuchen hesitated for a few seconds, and finally released his hand.
The low, melodious tone will ring again.
The winds of hiding in the dark have been listening to the conversations between Fuchen and Muyu.
"The master is now using the sound of the piano to cover us from leaving." Xuan's dim light and dark light fell to the wind.
From the very beginning, I was sceptical and skeptical, until Fuchen’s son said the words. For a moment, the wind felt like the sky was falling, and the whole people collapsed.
Fortunately, before I left the popular acupuncture points, I did not let the winds make any excessive moves.
"Cheat me, they are lie to me, it turns out that I am the chess piece." The wind and the eyes are round and round, repeating this sentence.
"Come on, wait until the piano sounds stop, we can't possibly go." Xuan whispered a whisper.
On the roof, on the walls, even the trees have ambushed a lot of masters. Once they let them find a little movement, they don't want to go out from here.
"Why do you want to do this? I hate him so much, then I want to kill him. Why does he want me to go?" The first thought of the wind is to doubt, he even thinks if this is the path of admiration.
And that person is not really a supporter.
"You are the main son for you? The master is only delaying the time. The ritual must use the heart of both of you, but one will not work. If you are gone, they will put all their energy on you, as long as Delaying the time of the day, they can not complete this ritual ceremony." Xuan is a cold cry, pulling the wind is about to go.
However, the wind is standing still, it seems that it has not fully reacted.
"So, Mu Yan still wants to harm me!"
"Since you think so, then you will go out." Xuanyuan directly released the hand of the wind, said evilly.
Fuchen stood beside Mu Yan. At first, the tunes were melodious. Later, they went straight to the nine songs, and they became very quick and high, and they were extravagant.
As if the whole world is immersed in this melody, it will not be able to extricate itself for a long time.
The autumn wind picked up and blew up the long hair of Mu's silver hair. The hand of Yingrun jade elegantly and agilely fiddled with the strings of the hand, and the light and elegant glint flashed a sharpness. Suddenly, the piano sounded sharply down. Dozens of silver long needles came out from the guqin down to Fuchen.
The face of Fuchen's haze reveals a trace of surprise, and then pulls out a black iron folding fan at the waist.
"Oh..." The sound of the silver needle hitting the black iron was crisp in the night sky.
For a time, the killers who lie in the surroundings all came out.
At the same time, the killer of the clear waters also emerged from the dark at this time.
The quiet night turned into chaos, and some winds began.
"Mu Wei, don't you want your wife and daughter?" Fuchen demon red figure, the butterfly in the air is swiftly flipped.
"Sorry, the only way to hug my wife and daughter, the only way is to kill you." Mu Yan started the cold light, and the high-pitched voices swept again.
Every time you play it, there will be countless silver needles shot from the guqin.
Every needle is enough to kill people.
Under the attack of the dense silver needle, no one dared to get close to Muhammad.
And those who want to go forward to seize the killer, all died under the silver needle of Guqin.
In a short time, the place where the enemy was ten meters away from the center of the circle, fell down the body of many killers.
"I would like to see your piano, how many silver needles can be shot." Fuchen's beautiful facial features are full of killings, and the black iron fan that spreads his hand is waving in the air.
Step by step towards Muhammad.
Mu Yi's palm was placed on the stone bench, and the whole person leaped out of the stone bench. Holding the guqin, the five fingers pulled the strings, and one silver needle shot like a rain to Fuchen.
The sound of "哒", Fuchen's black iron folding fan came out, and the air was swaying. Every fan bone popped out with a sharp knife edge, and dozens of silver needles were hit on the ground.
Fuchen extended his hands and aired Dantian. The thick internal force slowly gathered in the palm of his hand, and then gathered in front of his chest, and fiercely beat the thick internal force to Mu Mu.
Mu Yan slightly frowned, throwing the hand of the Guqin, facing the thick internal force of Fuchen.
The exquisite guqin immediately became a piece of land under the impact of the thick internal force launched by Fuchen.
The mysterious iron folding fan that whirls in the sky flies straight toward the scorpion, twelve sharp fan bones, piercing the air, piercing the night, and exploding in the moonlight and pressing the cold light.
Mu Yanfei stepped back, and Lunyan looked at the more and more near-black iron folding fan, and pulled out the soft sword that he carried with him.
The squeaking sound of the weapons and weapons made people feel ashamed.
Fuchen hand stretched out, his fingers shrank, and the black iron folding fan returned to Fuchen.
The toes point to the ground, the demon red figure came to the front of Mu Yan, the two men and a sword, a pair of squatting.
"Your people can't hold it for a long time." Fuchen five fingers clenched his hand's black iron folding fan.
Mu Xi is evil and swearing. "These words should be what I said to you. I am holding the military power now. You can mobilize the strength of a battalion with a single soldier."
After Mu Haogang finished speaking, there were neat and heavy footsteps outside the Jiangnan courtyard. It was like a thousand tides that surrounded the entire Jiangnan courtyard. The bright torches would illuminate the entire Jiangnan courtyard.
"How is it possible?" Fuchen saw the torches like fire dragons outside the wall, and the soldiers who would be surrounded by the Jiangnan courtyard. Fuchen revealed an incredible look. "You have persuaded the wind?"
"As you said, how can the wind be said to move? I just want to count it. I was born in Nanyue and grew up in Nanyue. No one knows Nanyue better than me." Mu Yan said coldly to Fuchen.
"You don't dare to kill me, but I can kill you." He said that Muxi held a soft sword and stabbed him toward Fuchen.
Fu Chen immediately gritted his teeth and held the black iron folding fan and attacked him.
Under the order of the moon and the cold moon, the three thousand elite soldiers have surrounded the Jiangnan Academy and then all rushed into the Jiangnan courtyard.
The people who support Fuchen are the elite of the elite, but in the case of such a large number of people.
Fu Chen did not have a grasp of winning.
Mu Yu and Fu Chen both played on the roof, rockery, and long pavilion, and it was difficult to win or lose. Look at the refreshing to the apex O