Tan Xiangzi looked at her quietly, trying to open her mouth, but suddenly remembered Mr. Yumei's words in his mind.
Silently lowered his eyes and carefully hid the violent churning emotions in his heart. Tan Xiangzi turned around and shook his spacious robe sleeves:
"What are you asking about this? You can't control this movie. Okay, you'll see people too. After listening to the story, let's go home tomorrow!"
After saying that, only Yan Yan had a chic back, and the person had already walked into the night fog wilderness.
Yan Yan knew that the old man must have known it, so she didn't want to tell her.
But she also knew in her heart that such a keen old man would be useless to him as long as he didn't want to say anything and cheating.
Yan Yan bit her lip and glared at the old man's stubborn back in anger.
At this time, it was still some time before dawn, and the gray and white surroundings became more and more intense.
With the experience of coming, Yan Yan didn't dare to be distracted for too long, so he quickly caught up with the old man.
However, just as the two of them were rushing to the road in silence, a sudden sound of string sounded above her head: "Zheng--"
Yan Yan and the old man stopped together.
Both of them looked up at the same time.
I saw a guqin with silver light spiral slowly spinning above Yan Yan's head.
The strings of the piano were buzzing and no one could do it themselves, and the entire silver piano was wrapped in rippling golden light.
Tan Xiangzi widened his eyes in surprise and looked up at the guqin in Xufu in the air: "Why did this guqin... play it by itself?"
Yan Yan looked down at his upper right arm, and indeed saw that the Mahaloka on it had disappeared at some point.
He raised his head and Yan Yan looked at the guqin floating above his head.
She didn't say anything, but just turned her eyes, and Yinqin slowly fell down and stood in front of her gentlely.
Tan Xiangzi also walked closer, staring at the silver piano in front of him, looking disbelief.
He could tell at a glance that although the piano was appearing and playing by himself, it was obviously Yan Yan's piano.
But Yan Yan didn't move anyway, but the piano was tuning the strings himself...
After staring at Qin for a moment, Tan Xiangzi couldn't help looking at Yan Yan with complicated eyes.
Is this girl playing the piano with her mind?
Although he couldn't believe this thought in his heart, he could see Yan Yan's expression was calm and she remembered her rare spatial power...
Tan Xiangzi suddenly believed it.
"Zheng——"
The piano sound is sonorous, and the song is full of killing temperament, which is basically similar to the style of awakening her and Chen Zhen that night.
But she is now awake, so there is only one possibility that Mahaloga suddenly turns into a piano and appears.
Chen Zhen fell into that nightmare again.
This time, Yan Yan remembered Canghua's words, completely let go of his spiritual sense of control over Mahaloga, no longer restrained Mahaloga, and freely exerted it on its own.
"clank--"
The turbulent sound is like chasing the stars and chasing the moon, but it is not an escape, it is faintly exuding a strong murderous intent.
Yan Yan's eyebrows moved slightly, slowly closed her eyes, and began to listen to Mahaloga's piano music with all his heart.
Seeing that Yan Yan had closed her eyes, Tan Xiangzi looked at her quietly for a few breaths, took out a protective armor from her sleeve, quietly opened the protective barrier, and silently guarded Yan Yan and her piano.
If Yan Yan opened his eyes at this moment, he would find that although Tan Xiangzi was a cultivator, he could not use spiritual Qi to defend himself like Xing Yutang, and he also needed to use defensive magic weapons.
In this strange dense forest covered by demon fog, two people, a piano, stood quietly in place, and no one spoke, but there was an invisible tacit understanding in the tranquility.
Yan Yan just listened carefully to the piano music played by Mahaloga at the beginning, but as she listened, she felt a sense of familiarity.
She has heard this song somewhere in the past.
After listening for a while, Yan Yan suddenly spoke and hummed gently to the music:
Mahaloga
Ancient and sad servant
Mahaloga
Mahaloga
The servants of the eight divisions
Mahaloga
Mahaloga
On the banks of the Styx in the West
Mahaloga
Mahaloga
All the singing in the world is sad because of you
Mahaloga
Mahaluojia
The Wheel of Destiny has begun
Mahaloga
Mahaloga
ah……
As Yan Yan hummed, the strings trembled more rapidly and the sound of the piano became louder...
The thick fog around it began to flow.
Even Tan Xiangzi, who was silently protecting each other, felt a sharp killing aura attacking him with the sound of the piano.
He subconsciously adjusted the few spiritual qi in his spiritual roots to barely protect his heart.
But he couldn't help but murmur: The little girl has a sharp murderous aura, but this piano sound shouldn't be against the monster? Why is even he so uncomfortable?
Tan Xiangzi could hardly hold on, and his face turned extremely pale.
He couldn't help but open his eyes and look at the opposite side...
Then he found that Yan Yan and her piano were still playing vigorously.
It seems to be more energetic than before, and this girl even sang!
These two of them simply ignored his old man's pain.
Could these two guys be attacking indiscriminately!
Damn it, it's very likely!
The old man suddenly regretted it.
I had known that he had just been there, but now my meridians were shaken by the sound of the piano and I couldn't even leave.
He knew he shouldn't be kind.
Now, I didn't die at the hands of the fairy, but died in meddling in other people's business.
Sure enough, the books of sages are all lies, and all good people are fucking unrewarded!
Yan Yan was now concentrating on following the rhythm of Mahaloga, singing the song he sang when he first saw Mahaloga.
This is the song of Mahaloga.
Full of sorrow and murder.
Canghua once said that although Mahaloka inherited the throne of the god of Siyin during his lifetime, it was actually a god who could fight.
This was discovered by Yan Yan when he broke free from the lake that trapped him.
This big snake is cruel!
And because she had a blood relationship with Mahaloka, Yan Yan could also feel that since she began to hum with the song, Mahaloka's piano music seemed to be blessed by power, and the piano sound became more powerful.
The sound of the piano, which was as loud as the sound of gold and stone, seemed to contain some kind of anger and a persistent pursuit...
chase!
Yan Yan's spiritual platform quickly flashed through a thread of Qingming Festival.
She seemed to have captured something key at that moment...
But just as she was about to realize it carefully, the seven strings of Mahaloga's piano suddenly trembled like thunder.
Yan Yan opened her eyes in shock.
She seemed to have heard the sound of a giant collapse just now.
At the same time, the piano sounds were also stopped.
Yan Yan turned around suddenly, ran back along the road just now, and ran to the old tree standing beside the night fog wilderness in one breath.
She held the trunk and gasped violently, then looked across the tree.
Not far away, the river is still flowing happily.
Opposite the river, a large dark cloud completely blocked the view.
But at this moment, the thick clouds rolled, as if they had just been blown away by the wind.
Hundu Town is simply invisible.
There is no Chen Zhen either.
At this moment, Yan Yan heard a loud rooster crowing from afar.