PFC Chapter 333 I like to listen, keep singing
Chapter 333 I like to listen, keep singing
One side of Wan He's body revealed a pair of clear and peerless facial features. The man's eyes contained a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. Jing Xian was suddenly confused and wanted to stop, but he didn't have time.
"Hey~ha!"
A powerful female voice suddenly sounded. Jing Xian couldn't control it and suddenly hit the ground in response.
Wan He was stunned. He lowered his head and saw that Jing Xian's feet were held by the woman who suddenly appeared. Because Jing Xian rushed too fast, his feet were tripped, and his body fell to the ground out of control.
The woman's appearance was so sudden that Wan He didn't notice it, and the sound of Yan Mo's flute also stopped. They both remained silent and looked at the weasel tail that the woman had not had time to retract.
"Sorry, seven days are up, I'm here to get the antidote!"
She got up, patted the dust on her body, and spread her hands towards Wan He.
Wanhe:......
"Hurry up, I'm going to bleed out..."
Only then did Wan He realize that her dress was stained with countless blood: "Just like this, why are you jumping out into the sun?"
"Then you have to show it off. Maybe you will be moved and give me the ultimate antidote!"
Wan He threw her a small porcelain vase: "One month's worth!"
Huang Chengcheng immediately took one, put the medicine away, turned around and left: "Okay, you go on, just pretend I haven't been here!"
Wanhe:......
"Why are you here?"
"I'm just having fun around here. Okay, okay, no need to reminisce about old times, just do your business!" Huang Chengcheng got the antidote and didn't want to stay for even a moment longer.
Without Yanmo's Qianmi Jueyin, Jing Xian suddenly became energetic. He jumped up like a carp and grabbed Huang Chengcheng who was passing by.
Huang Chengcheng was walking well, and there was an extra steel claw on his neck, so he was controlled by others.
"Yan Mo, didn't you expect that? Your people fell into my hands. Let us go immediately, or I will kill her!"
Yan Mo raised his eyebrows and moved the flute to his mouth, without any awareness of being threatened.
Jing Xian was anxious: "What are you doing? If you brag again, will I really kill her?"
The flesh on Huang Chengcheng's neck burst open and bleeded.
She was very angry: "Do you know that I am almost anemic? I just got the antidote to stop the bleeding, and you come to bleed me again?"
"Shut up! You are in my hands now. It's up to me whether you die or not. How about letting you bleed?"
"You are sick?
Is it okay to see a doctor if you are sick?
I have a cousin who owns an elixir shop. Can I go get some medicine for you?
Didn't you see that I'm here to get the antidote?
I am also controlled by others, okay?
Can they control my life or death?
I cherish my own life and chase after someone who wants the antidote. Look, if I don't come to ask for it, will they care about me?
Even if I die outside, they can't even remember that there is me. You're blackmailing them with me?
The brain fell into the placenta? "
Jing Xian was in a daze: "Are you telling the truth?"
"You don't know how to see it for yourself. Look at how much blood is bleeding on my body. It's all Wan He's fault. Do you think you can use me to blackmail her?"
Jing Xian was so angry that he finally caught one, but it was still useless.
Wan He smiled and took out the golden suona from the Qiankun bag: "You're right, catching her has no effect on me at all.
Master, please take a rest for a while. I will play a piece of Qianmi Jueyin for him. The tune produced by my suona has a unique flavor! "
Jing Xian roared angrily: "Don't blow, my hair is gone. It's never grown back. Stop blowing. I have no hair left to lose!"
Wan He was surprised: "Does it also have the effect of hair loss?"
Jing Xian was sad and angry: "You don't understand at all!"
I hate it when I think about it. That was a hundred years ago, when he was still the leader of the Yin Fourth Palace. He had long, straight black hair, thick and thick. Unexpectedly, he was listening to a play outside and heard a scene about a demon princess.
In fact, in the current demon world, it is not easy to mention the princess of the demon clan. Unless the demon king himself thinks of it and talks about it, anyone else who mentions it will be slapped.
So many demon cultivators who have not come into contact with the center think that the demon world hates the demon princess, so they don't let anyone mention it.
Jing Xian is the envoy of the Fourth Yin Palace, so he naturally thinks so.
The opera singer was singing well on the stage. Just when he was singing about the demon princess holding a black snake whip and fearlessly killing the enemy, Jing Xian slapped the actor and flew him away, overturning the stage, and threatened him in the future. Don't sing the part about the demon princess again.
At this time, a spiritual power descended from upstairs, and the stage returned to its original state. Even the actor who was beaten felt refreshed and seemed to have no injuries at all.
"Sing, I love it. Keep singing. If you sing well, this pocket of spiritual stones will be yours!"
With a "click" sound, the pocket fell on the table, making a heavy sound.
The owner of the theater immediately waved his hand with a smile and asked the actors to sing hard.
Jing Xian was so angry that he immediately pointed at the top and yelled: "Where did this reckless thing come from? Look at the claws!"
The Baigang Claw flew out at a very fast speed, gongs and drums were beating on the stage, and the other audience members were so frightened that the cat was afraid to come out under the table.
Jing Xian stood there proudly. He waited for a long time and did not see the Baisteel Claw fly back. He was confused. When he grabbed the Baisteel Claw and pulled it back, he was knocked to the ground by a powerful spiritual power.
When he got up again, a voice sounded from upstairs: "The opera is good, I will sing another song for you, Qianmi Jueyin!"
Jing Xian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Although he only passed one move, he still clearly noticed that the other party had deep cultivation. However, leaving in such a dejected manner was not the style of the Master of Yin Fourth Palace. While clamoring and making a fuss, wanting to rush in and kill the people, he became even more angry.
So what if he's deep? He's not bad. With so many people, can't they beat just one person?
He tapped the ground with his toes and flew directly up.
The sound of the flute was melodious. Halfway through the flight, he suddenly felt his heart beating too fast and his face flushed. By the time he landed in front of the man, he was already unsteady on his feet.
"puff"
He was extremely shocked. He didn't expect that his legs would be so weak, and he actually knelt down straight in front of others.
Looking up, the man is wearing a hosta-green long coat with wide sleeves and tulle coverings. His aura is like that of a person from the upper world.
The men climbed up the stairs and saw him kneeling at his feet. They were shocked and shouted: "Master, what's wrong with you?"
It would have been better if they didn't shout. After shouting, Jing Xian felt his face became even redder, which was so embarrassing.
Feeling ashamed and angry, he jumped up with all his strength and grabbed the man's head with his steel claws.
Without anyone moving, his steel claw turned a corner and suddenly landed on his head.
Jing Xian was so angry that he struggled to pull it off in a fit of rage, and a lot of black hair came out. He grimaced in pain and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Ah - I'm going to kill you~!"
The person in front of him looked like a fairy, but the music coming out of the flute confused his mind and made him feel depressed and irritated. It was simply a demonic song.