Emperor Zun's way of chasing his wife: Go away to the gods

Chapter 158 His Sister

Mo Lin raised his eyes, his eyes were full of firmness, he recited the formula, Fuxiqin Yingjue appeared, at this time exuding a white light, his tears fell patter on the Qin.

The trembling heart sounds like the roar of the pine wind. Since ancient times, the artifact has telepathic connection with the owner. At this time, Qin made a mournful sound, as if crying for the owner.

His icy fingertips caressed the strings, and the clear and clear sound of the piano was flowing, like a ray of spring from a deep valley and a secluded mountain. The strings fluttered and changed under his hands, sometimes melodious and sometimes melodious.

There is a faint resentment and lingering, sometimes galloping momentum that cannot be ignored, like thousands of troops fighting, making Yizhao forget that he is in this dark prison at this moment.

The guards outside the prison all drooped their heads softly when they heard this song, and they were all trapped in the illusion of Fuxiqin, their eyes were blurred, and they didn't know what to mutter in their mouths.

Fuxiqin's music kept coming out, breaking the icy iron chain with great force, but Yizhao was still stuck in place, looking at him in disbelief.

Although she had already untied the chain, her spiritual power was still severely suppressed by the God-binding pillar, and she couldn't use any of her spiritual power. Just as she was about to leave the God-binding pillar, she was bounced back by the barrier, and a flower opened under her feet. Blooming blood lotus.

After all, she collapsed on the spot in frustration, despair drowning herself like a sea tide, her slightly pale lips moved slightly, and there was a bit of pity in her eyes, "Mo Lin, it's useless."

Even Fu Xiqin couldn't break the seal of the god-binding pillar. She really couldn't get out this time, but she still wanted to stay in the God Realm, so that everything that Mo Ze painstakingly created would be shattered like a bubble.

Mo Lin's hands still kept moving, and the sound of the piano poured out like flowing water. At this time, the sound of the piano carried a little bewildered power.

Fuxiqin, who was originally entangled in spiritual power, was billowing with black air at this time, while there was a faint flow of black air between Mo Lin's forehead, and cold sweat kept streaming down his cheeks.

Noticing that Yizhao's slender body suddenly trembled uncontrollably, the sharp nails had pierced into the skin, blood flowed, shocking, and shouted hoarsely, "Mo Lin, stop! You will go crazy."

But he sighed in his heart, this Emperor Mo Ze was so vicious, yet he gave birth to such a kind son.

Maybe it was because Moze had always protected him so well that he was so ignorant of the world. She was clearly the one who hurt him, but he wanted to atone for her sin. .

As Mo Lin played the Fuxiqin faster and faster, his body could not bear the backlash from the Fuxiqin.

His face changed drastically, he became paler, and a mouthful of blood spit on Fuxiqin, but he still persisted in that movement, his eyes could no longer see, and he still remembered the tune clearly.

He suddenly remembered that when Zichu was very young, she went fishing with him in Tianhe, and she sweetly called him, Brother Mo Lin, Brother Mo Lin.
He remembered that they once went to the Queen Mother's garden to ravage the flowers and plants to their heart's content, but afterward, the Queen Mother severely punished her.

He went to intercede, but the queen mother locked her in the dark Sin Wushan, and forbade anyone to see her for 100 years. She was so young at that time, she must be very scared, very scared.

But what did he enjoy. .

The pain in my heart surged like a huge wave. After all, he was sorry for her. If his attitude had been firmer at that time, maybe she would not have suffered so much.

His sister. .

(End of this chapter)