Only love the allure little demon concubine

Chapter 833
Looking at Mo Wushang not far away, waving the long rope in his hand, fighting with the man in black nimbly like an elf, Su Jingye's heart throbbed for no reason, and then a smile from the bottom of his heart hung on his face. on his face.

The dagger in his hand sliced ​​across the throat of a man in black who was attacking him, and at the same time kicked the other man who was attacking him away.

He held the dagger in his hand, lightly touched the mechanism of the dagger, and the blade retracted again, leaving only the hilt at one end, the emerald flute.

Smiling, he put the flute under his lips, looked at the group of black-clothed men who were already inhuman, with sharp eyes, and blew the jade flute in his hand.

Then the melodious flute sounded slowly, the flute sound was melodious and misty, echoing continuously, the melody was soothing and beautiful, just like a stream flowing slowly through the mountain stream, it was refreshing and refreshing, making people feel as if they were in a peaceful and peaceful scenery .

The sound of the flute is curling up, as if it came from a dream. Through the long years of ups and downs in the past, it is still as gentle and flowing as it was at the beginning, and it keeps circling and wandering in my heart.

Such an ethereal flute sound is ethereal like the sound of nature, unlike what the world should have, it makes people obsessed and yearned for.

Even Mo Wushang, who has always been disliked by Su Jingye, had to admit that after hearing such a flute sound, this superficially dandy son, Su Jingye, does have his faults in some respects. Excellence.

As the flute sounded, wisps of emerald spiritual power diffused along the flute sound, and slowly expanded and extended to the surrounding area.

After the emerald green spiritual power met those men in black, it seemed as if they had found the target they were guarding, and then quickly gathered towards these men in black, enveloping the men in black like this. In the mist-like emerald spiritual power.

"Uh uh uh……"

The movement of the man in black wrapped by Su Jingye's spiritual power became weird and distorted, like a marionette, his body was doing movements that ordinary people could not do, the expression on his face became painful, and his appearance also changed. It was extremely ferocious, and the green light in its eyes flickered on and off, and there were continuous low-pitched roars from its throat.

"Ka... Kaka..."

The sound of bones rubbing against each other reappeared from these people's bodies. Their movements became stiff, their bodies tensed up, their heads kept shaking, and their brows were furrowed, as if something was constantly moving in their minds. Want to emerge.

As the sound of the flute continuously penetrated the eardrums of the men in black and entered the minds of the men in black, the green light in the men's eyes gradually faded.

Next, the men in black made new movements. They moved their bodies stiffly and turned backwards, walking towards the masked man step by step with their stiff arms, and let out bursts of shocking sounds from their mouths. A creepy whimper.

Seeing the changes of the men in black in front of him, Mo Wushang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Using flute sounds to control people's mind is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

A series of rhythmless, unusually dull voices sounded suddenly, like a pool of filthy figures mixed into a clear pool of water, a beautiful picture scroll was stained with stains, adding noise to the melodious flute, making people It's like facing continuous days of cloudy rain in my heart, and my heart is full of depression and irritability, which makes people wish to tear away the dark clouds that block the sun.

Mo Wushang couldn't help covering his ears with his hands, not wanting to be disturbed by the sound anymore.

(End of this chapter)