Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

When the woman opened the letter and saw it, it was the handwriting of the landlord. The woman suddenly smiled at the air of the smoke, and said slightly: "The girl invited, our landlord is waiting for you."

The two women led the Qingqing building into the Qingqing Building. The opposite teahouse, Duolzen South stood there, watching the two doors slowly close, and the dark bottom of the scorpion with a touch of unfathomable chill.

If she can't walk out safely, he will let all the cleanliness of Rosen's mainland disappear. If she can walk out safely, then... I think of this, and the solitary corner of the solitary singer is raised, revealing an unfathomable smile.

Walking into the Qingqing Building, I saw the scene in front of me. I suddenly felt the feeling of being in a fairyland. The flowers bloomed, the flowers were charming, the butterflies danced, the promenade swam, and the water flowing under the bridge.

"Ink girl, can only bring you here, can you see the landlord, it will look at you." The woman standing on the right said sweetly, and when they just fell, they disappeared out of thin air. Turned around and people disappeared.

The area of ​​the building can be very large. Although it is like a fairyland, it seems like a maze. She knows that it is not so easy to see the landlord.

She looked around, the wide courtyard, no one appeared.

Suddenly, a melodious and distant piano sounded, the sound of the piano was pleasing to the ear, and it was wonderful, but the ink wind could not find the direction of the source of the piano. The sound of the piano seemed to come from all directions.

She did not move, but stood there, looking at the Quartet, the sound of the piano was very beautiful at first, but later, the sound of the piano was sometimes intense, sometimes sad, sometimes cheerful.

When you are excited, you will make your brain cells excited, and you will remember the excitement that used to be, and you want to scream. When you are sad, you will remind you of the pains of the past, want to cry, and want to cry. When you are happy, you will remember the sweetness of the past, want to sing, and want to dance.

This is the soul song, let you listen to the sound of the piano as a ghost, then control your soul, let you remember everything in the past, whether it is hateful people, or disgusting scenes, or angry things, will In this moment, it is in front of you, making you feel like a wave of waves, and you can't calm down for a long time.

The heart of Mo Qingfeng began to ache, as if there were countless hands in her heart, pulling around, her hands covering her ears, forcing herself not to listen to this deadly sound.

However, this kind of piano sound seems to have been completely injected into her body. Even if her hands clasp her ears tightly, she can clearly hear the sound of the piano coming from all directions.

can not be like this!

Mo Qingfeng clenched his teeth and bit the tongue, forcing himself to be awake, not to be controlled by the sound of the piano.

Just walking into the Qinglou building will die in the sound of the piano, so that it is too difficult to live, she can not die like this!

She stood there straight, her ears suddenly sounded what Duolzen said to her, everything should be quiet, and a static heart should be protected all the time. No matter what big things happen, this heart can't be annoyed.

Quiet, she needs to be quiet now, quiet, quiet, and quiet.

She closed her eyes and used internal force to force out the sound that had been injected into the body, trying to restrain herself, not to panic, not to think about it, even if the heart hurts, don't care about it.

Gradually, the pain of the heart was reduced, and as the pain disappeared, the melodious sound of the ear gradually faded away.

Mo Qingfeng suddenly opened her eyes. At this time, her eyes are already red, just like having a pair of blood eyes, the gloom of the sun is shining, the murderous murder of Sen Han, and the crimson redness, it looks like a **** coming out. Life Shura.

Her beautiful mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold smile, trying to use the sound of the piano to make her confused, means really subordinate.

Just when the ink wind was a little calm, the sound of the piano suddenly rose again. It was no longer the melodious sound of the piano, but the sound of some strange music, and the sound of the piano suddenly became a sudden change. The soul is sorrowful.

Everything in front of me has completely changed. It is no longer a beautiful picture of a fairyland, but a scary picture full of blood!

The rockery turned into a pile of dead bodies, and the flying butterflies turned into scattered hair. The **** souls were dancing towards her, and the gorgeous flowers turned into piles of white bones. Even the bottom of the bridge was flowing, and they all became bright red. Blood, the sound of the piano in the ear, the more stern.

The souls of the eyes are coming towards her, the eyes are hot, the heart of the ink wind begins to hurt again, and the head begins to suffer from severe pain. The internal organs begin to ache, and even the eardrums are hurting, but the ink wind is very Sober.

Illusion, what you see in front of you is an illusion!

Even if it’s not an illusion, can the sound of the piano and the souls of the district be able to stump her?

Mo Qingfeng suddenly smiled, her eyes were red, as if her eyes were made of blood, her lips swelled, bright red enchanting, beautiful face smashed up, as if she was the most powerful female ghost in this group of souls. .

The other party wants to use the sound of the piano to disturb the instinct in her body, let her have hallucinations, and then chaos and fight against these souls that do not exist at all.

Mo Qingfeng pale and bloodless, she forced everything, struggled to move forward, and faltered forward. Cold sweat has already wet her dress, sweat beads spilled from the forehead, one by one, and some also infiltrated into her eyes, making her eyes sore and her eyes blurred.

She has to go forward, can't stand here and be attacked by the sound of the piano. The sound of the piano is attacking her body wave after wave. She walks one step after another. Although it is very painful and the pace is difficult, she believes that it will definitely challenge. successful!

Sure enough, as she thought, the sights she saw were all hallucinations. As she took a step, the souls disappeared. Seeing that the souls would hit and harm her, eventually nothing happened.

However, the sound of the piano did not stop there, but a burst of fierceness, those sound waves attacked the body of the ink wind, the body is like suffering from the pain of the arrow.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano rang fiercely, like countless slender silver needles shot from all directions in the body of the ink, and the body was very painful, and eventually she was so angry that she yelled: "Ah-"

As she screamed through the clouds, her body screamed red light from all parts. These were the sounds of the piano that broke into her body. These sound waves have become a kind of suffocation, all of which were forced out by her. , broke out around.

Hey! Hey! Oh...

There were bangs coming from the explosion, like some people throwing countless bombs from the sky, blowing up the battlefield, the world was shaking, the house was shaking, the night pearl hanging on the eaves was shattered, the water splashing in the river From the height of a few feet, the big tree was uprooted, and even the petals were lost.

The ground vibration continued for a while and then stopped. It was thought that the people outside the building felt the earthquake when they felt the ground shaking. Only the people living near the Qingqing Building knew that some people came to challenge the landlord of the Qing House, but it was another matter if they could come out from there.

"It is said that people who go to challenge the landlord of the building will die in this loud noise, hehe... and a fool is going to die."

"People who are targeted by Keqinglou, even if they don't take the initiative to find the door to die, sooner or later they will die."

"That is, it is better to die than to sit and wait for the killer to kill."

"..."

The teahouse opposite the Qinglou, with the sound of the explosion and calm, and the house shaking and calming, the people sitting there drinking tea began to talk about it, and the people who dared to challenge the landlord of the Qing Dynasty had their own opinions. .

Sitting alone at their neighboring table, Duolzen’s face was very sullen, and his hands were tightly held, trying to restrain the urge to rush into the Qinglou to kill.

Chu Muchen, standing on the roof of the Eight Kings House, looked at the side of the Qing House. The sound of the explosion was so far from his ear that his ear was weak, and the ground did not shake. It was just the red light that the sky crossed. Let him The heart was tight, and the cold face flashed through a complex color, and the indifferent cockroaches swiftly passed a touch of worry and disappointment.

Is the woman dead or alive now?

Why is she so stupid, to challenge the Qinglou?

I thought that she would die like this, and the heart was inexplicably conveyed with heavy weight, and her face was even more gloomy.

After the loud noise, it seems that the whole world has returned to calm. The voices of the people who have been talking about have gradually calmed down, and in the Qinglou, the surrounding areas are also calm.

The ink wind lying on the ground opened her eyes faintly, she did not die, she was still alive!

She lifted her trembling hand and wiped her sweat on her forehead and face with her sleeves. Her face was still pale as paper, but her gaze was persevering. She was not convinced. She lay on the ground, so it looked strong and feminine. .

After the sweat was dried, then I sat hard and sat up, messing up the messy blue silk. At the moment, she was even more stunning. Her face was pale but beautiful. The redness of the eyes had faded. At this time, it looked even more glamorous. Such a woman will definitely be crazy about it.

After a short break, Mo Qingfeng stood up, his back was straight, he was squatting, his expression was arrogant and cold.

When I walked to the bridge, my footsteps suddenly stopped. The wind blew across the end of the bridge and swept the river flowing down the bridge. Everything returned to normal. The bridge was a bridge, the river was a river, and the flowers were flowers.

"Can people who can clear the building only use the sound of the piano, use the python to kill people with poisonous insects? This method of killing is too old-fashioned. I thought that it would be great to clear the building. It turned out to be the case." The wind suddenly headed high and said proudly to the void.

"Our landlord admire the strong will of the girl, please go to the girl, go to the bridge, someone will show you the landlord." A pleasant male voice in the air, warm and pure, like beautiful songs.