Ice concubine of the cold king

Chapter 157

I felt Qin Yi talking to me, I turned my head to look at him, but there was no sign of him saying a word to me.

And Yang Ling and his mother didn't seem to hear it either!Could it be because of my nervousness!
Qin Yi approached me gently, but Yang Ling just looked back and immediately supported his mother.

I am not too suspicious of their actions, because I know that we will encounter enemies at any time.

The faint sound of guzheng has a long history, and I don't know where it came from.I just felt that I was restless and had the urge to commit suicide, but I was trying my best to control it.

The three people next to me were all fine, I don't know if my face is also very calm.But the increasingly uncomfortable feeling became more and more intense, like tens of thousands of bugs gnawed, it hurt very much at one time, and it was very oxygenated at the other, and I felt indescribably irritable.

Qin Yi gently grabbed me, and I gave him a puzzled look.I just felt a hot current in my body, slowly hitting every part of my body, and the discomfort just now miraculously disappeared.

I saw Qin Yi calmly put the white jade flute to her lips, and the soft tune rang out immediately.Such as high mountains and flowing water, Qianqian language is fragrant.

I feel as if I saw soft feathers floating in the air, gently touching my face and body, every cell seems to be alive, and I feel warm and comfortable.

The melody of the piano wing is the most soft, superior internal strength, coupled with his good music, and the precise and precise murder and invisibility.He can control the people he has to deal with very well without hurting people and innocent people.

"Bang-"

The string snapped, spattering a filament.

The distant sound of the piano just now, but now the string is broken, it sounds like it is next to it.

The strings rushed straight at me, but I was fascinated by the wings of the piano, and my eyes were all about him playing the flute.

Whispering the flute from Qin Yi's mouth, his eyes suddenly enlarged, his body spun around, and he caught the broken string with one hand.

When I didn't understand why he turned around suddenly, I saw his body shake, and then a drop of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the white flute.

(End of this chapter)