Miss arrogant straw bag

Chapter 1223 Illusions
Seeing Fang Shiqing like this, Zui Chen couldn't help laughing, his face full of sarcasm.

"Fang Shiqing, after so many years, you have learned so much in the Huanzu, but you still haven't changed your original habits." Zui Chen sneered, "Do you think the Huanzu needs any martial arts?"

Fang Shiqing's heart skipped a beat, and he stared fixedly at Zui Chen.

The dagger in his hand tightened, and he rushed towards Zui Chen.

When Zui Chen saw Fang Shiqing like this, a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips, and he held the flute of unknown material to his lips.

As soon as the finger pressed, the breath was blown in, and the melodious flute suddenly sounded.

Hearing the sound of the flute, Tang Zijun's heart suddenly trembled.

As if hearing the sound of nature, the whole soul was instantly purified.

That kind of voice seems to be able to penetrate the soul and reach people's hearts.

With the ups and downs of the flute, my mood also soared, and I felt indescribably comfortable, as if my whole body had been purified.

At this moment, Tang Zijun noticed that Fang Shiqing, who was still aggressive just now, stopped his movements.

Staring at the dagger in his hand, he didn't know what he was thinking.

The sound of the flute is melodious and extremely pleasant.

Of course, Tang Zijun realized that the melodious sound of the flute was probably the only one that sounded good to her.

For Fang Shiqing, I'm afraid it's not a good thing.

Because, after Fang Shiqing stared at the dagger for a while, he suddenly squeezed the dagger tightly, and stabbed fiercely at his body.

This time, there was absolutely no energy left.

After stabbing, the dagger was pulled out, stabbed again fiercely, and then pulled out.

Just like that, again and again.

Every time the dagger was pulled out, a string of blood beads were brought out, which fell to the ground.

Soon, Fang Shiqing was surrounded by dripping blood, as if he was a leaking kettle.

Blood gushed out from deep wounds one after another, dripping down continuously.

The place where those daggers pierced was not the aorta. Fang Shiqing couldn't die for a while, but just kept enduring the pain.

Of course, Tang Zijun really didn't know if Fang Shiqing's unhesitating movements would cause pain.

All she knew was that her scalp was numb when she looked at it, and she couldn't help but moved closer to Rong Linxiao.

Rong Linxiao hugged Tang Zijun into his arms with great insight, so that she wouldn't be so nervous.

Only at this time did Tang Zijun truly see the possibility of the phantom race.

What kind of hallucinations are too childish. This kind of self-harm is terrifying and frightening.

Finally, when Fang Shiqing was exhausted and fell to his knees, the sound of Zui Chen's flute stopped.

He slowly put away the flute, and looked indifferently at the blood man in front of him.

Such indifference completely changed Zui Chen's reality.

At the beginning Tang Zijun only felt that Zuichen had a kind of elegant arrogance, but now Zuichen gives people the impression that they are completely like clouds in the sky.

You can look up, admire the whiteness and beauty of the clouds, and yearn for the freedom of the clouds, but you will never be able to touch the high clouds that are far away in the sky.

The current Zui Chen gave Tang Zijun such a feeling that what he saw was no longer a person, but a cloud that was so ethereal that it would disappear at any time, making people feel that the Zui Chen in front of him was very illusory.

(End of this chapter)