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"..." Chu nightning's fingertips are shaking, so ice, so cold.
The ink burned and stared at him, furious, bào brutal, and the blue veins in the neck were shaking.
He hoarsely said: "You take it."
It was pouring rain outside, knocking on the eaves of the tiles, making me feel like a madman.
Dead silence.
Nobody moved.
I don't know how long it took, the ink burned finally let go of Chu nightning's hand, panted lowly, and said solemnly: "The lives of Xue Ziming and Mei Hanxue, I have to decide."
"..."
"You hate me, Master." Mo Ran said, "Anyway, I will be like this in my life, and we will be like this in this life. We can't look back, so let's go on blindly. Huáng Spring Road. , I will drag some old friends for company."
That day, Chu nightning looked at the black back of his far away, and finally said a word.
He said: "The ink burns, if you destroy the Snow Palace and kill Xue Meng, I will die in front of you. I have nothing to change with you, but I can at least choose to die."
The ink burned and listened, paused, and then turned half a handsome face to the side, and smiled in the drowsy wind and rain.
"With this seat here, you can't die."
"..."
"I can bring you back from the Yanluo Temple with all your blood. Even if you are disgusting with me in your life, you have to live with me." After the madness of the burning ink was released, the face gradually returned to the usual calm and cold killing. Calmly, he said, "My good master, you will stay on the top of life and death, and when I catch Xue Meng and come back, I will let him take a good look, the god he cares about day and night, what is it under me now? yín dàng looks like. Anyway, in the same family, I should let him die clearly and clearly."
However, Mo Ran never thought that Chu Zongshi would still be Chu Zongshi after all.
A month later, Mo Ran fulfilled the rhetoric he said, and he stood proudly on the top of Kunlun Mountain, in front of Tianchi Lake. Mei Hanxue and Xue Meng have been captured by him, put them on the icicle, and then use the Zhenlong chess game to control the mind of thousands of people in the snow palace, and let them slaughter each other in front of Mei and Xue.
The white and majestic snow-capped mountains were dyed red in an instant, blood stained Tianchi, and soaked the mountains.
The ink burned and sat in front of the palace gate of the Snow Palace, while eating the grapes handed over by the servants, while smiling at the scene in front of him.
He asked Xue Meng, whose eyes were almost out of focus, and he said, "Mengmeng, do you look good?"
"..." Xue Meng did not respond, as if he had lost his hearing.
Mo Ran was very satisfied with this, and he smiled more and more intimately. He asked again, "Do you like the performance that my cousin showed you?"
"...You let go of the Snow Palace."
Suddenly hearing such a faint whisper, the ink burned and blinked and asked, "What?"
"You let go of the Snow Palace." Xue Meng's always burning eyes no longer have light, "Let them go, let go of Mei Hanxue... That assassination, the one who wants your life is me, you kill me Come on, don't punish others."
The ink burned and laughed: "Are you negotiating conditions with me?"
"No." Xue Mengkong opened his eyes, he said, "I'm begging you."
The proud man said, I am begging you.
The devil in his heart was suddenly pleased, and the ink burned his eyes with brilliance, and he seemed to be interested. He pinched Xue Meng's chin and forced the other party to look up at himself. He was about to say something, and suddenly the sky lit up. From the blue brilliance.
"what happened?"
Before the entourage he brought had time to answer, he saw above Cui Wei Xuefeng, a splendid array of radiance that stretched for thousands of miles, covering the entire Kunlun Mountains.
Above the array, Chu nightning's white clothes are like snow, and the clothes are flying, standing in the clouds.
In front of him hangs a strangely shaped guqin, the whole body is black, the tail of the qin is upturned, and the lush branches and leaves are scattered.
——Chu Wanning's third magic weapon, "Nine Songs".
The author has something to say:
Although Gouzi 0.5 is insane and incurable, but inexplicably likes to write 0.5-related plots, hahahaha~
Welcome to help the master of the previous life to beat the dog of the previous life, hahaha~
Chapter 100 Master's Last Word
The ink burns in horror.
He has only seen the nine songs of Chu Wanning once in his life, that is, the life and death confrontation, Chu Wanning summoned the nine songs of the guqin, the sound of the piano cracked and broke into the air, and the sound went into the clouds.
The living monsters and strange birds controlled by the Zhenlong chess game were recalled to the divine sense in the sound of the nine-song qin.
To summon Shenwu, you need to mobilize the spiritual core and consume a lot of spiritual power.
Chu nightning can't even recall the Tianwen he used to, how can he suddenly summon the "Nine Songs" that is more powerful than Tianwen?
The fierce battle above Tianchi was no less powerful than the death-and-death confrontation between master and apprentice back then.
But Mo Ran couldn't remember so many details. After this bloody battle, there was finally no one left to speak to him.
In fact, when the ink burned to death in the previous life, he did not understand why Chu nightning could use his soul power to summon nine songs.
This is a tie that no Shenwu and the master will have, but Chu nightning did it.
On that day, the precious chess pieces made by the ink burned shattered into ashes in the sound of the piano, and the power of the Nine Songs was more pure than what he had seen for the first time many years ago.
Strong, so strong that he even suspected that Chu Wanning's spiritual core was not broken at all. For so many years, it was Chu Wanning who was pretending to bear the weight, and had to be ashamed of blood.
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