Female president's private killer

MuQing and his wife are looking at the sun. Duan Tiandao is looking at the two goblin beauties. The two goblin beauties are looking at Duan Tiandao, but Xu yourong, who opened his eyes, doesn't look at anyone. He raises his head and looks into the distance.

At the edge of the Tang garden are rolling mountains, followed by hills. Three extremely majestic mountains lead to the vast grassland in the central area.

The longest and tallest one has steep and smooth cliffs. There is only one road on the ridge thousands of feet high, which is extremely steep.

Xu yourong looked at the narrow mountain path and wondered if he could see different scenery if he climbed it, or... Can he see the boundary of the Tang garden?

But no matter how good her eyesight was, she couldn't see a girl in a white robe coming along the towering mountain path.

The girl walked on this high and steep mountain road. Both sides of her were the sky. She seemed to walk in the sky, and her white clothes were like a slowly moving cloud.

On both sides of the mountain path are cliffs, which are extremely steep. The bare stone walls look smooth and more terrible. I don't know who chiseled out these stone steps that can only allow one person to walk.

The wind here is much stronger and colder than the ground. Looking down, because the mountains are too high, the clouds are only between the cliffs, but they can't be reunited and formed. They are blown into wisps.

If she continues to walk forward, she will come to the front of the canyon one moment, where she can see the sunset in the grassland and the pictures of most places in the Tang garden.

But she didn't come to see the scenery, but to Duan Tiandao and Xu yourong.

She went on.

There is a tree at the top of the cliff.

She went under the tree and rested.

Because of the environment, the tree has no green leaves left, only bare branches, which are very harmonious with the cliffs on both sides. It seems to melt into the mountains.

The girl in white took out her handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped her forehead very seriously.

On such a cold mountain top, even if you keep walking, you shouldn't sweat. Not to mention her cultivation talent, but when you get back her handkerchief, it's really wet.

Looking at the wet marks on the handkerchief, she shook her head and laughed again.

I was nervous myself.

Put away her handkerchief. She leaned quietly against the tree and stopped walking. Then she sat down cross legged and took out an ancient Qin from behind.

I don't know what material this Guqin is made of. Its body is dark, like pig iron, but it is more gentle than iron, like black jade, but it is more strong than jade.

The surface of the black piano body is painted with very complex patterns and lines. If people who understand them see those patterns, they will probably think of those fortune tellers lying on the ground outside.

Her hands fell on the piano and then began to move. Her movements were very natural and smooth, like the wind calling clouds in the cliffs and the Phoenix bathing its wings on the seashore.

With her movements, the lines formed by the strings began to tremble. The trembling speed of countless lines was different, some fast and some slow, which looked very complex. If ordinary people stared for a long time, they would be dazzled or even faint directly. But she didn't. She looked at the piano quietly, her eyelashes did not tremble, and did not miss the slightest changes in the patterns and lines.

The scenery by the lake is very good. The sun, the lake, the majesty, the fragrance of grass and the singing of birds, plus two beautiful women who don't wear anything.

Duan Tiandao couldn't help but breathe freehand, thinking whether to find two goblins and beauties for a phone number. However, at this time, a clang sound suddenly sounded in the mountains shrouded in light fog. The sound was very clear, but it was very far away. It only spread out tens of miles in an instant.

Xu yourong tilted his head slightly, as if listening. A smile appeared on his beautiful but not particularly beautiful cheeks. Instead of being vigilant, he was more like appreciating.

The sound of the piano will no longer stop. It is gurgling like water and continuous into a song. It is a happy song, like welcoming guests from a long way, and like hunters celebrating tonight's harvest.

If the hunting is extremely abundant, people will light a big bonfire in the field, hang the food on the fire and bake it until it flows oil, and let the smell make the beasts drool in the night.

Duan Tiandao subconsciously looked at the vast grassland following the piano sound and saw that the edge of the grassland was burning. It was the brilliance and heat of the sun, as if it were a campfire.

The passage of time here is slow and strange, but when crossing the critical point, it is often so sudden without any psychological preparation. The sun just in mid air completely sank below the horizon, and the night officially came.

No sun doesn't mean no light, but the sky and the earth are much darker. The vast grassland, which can't even see the end, has become a dark ocean.

Looking at the grassland ocean, Duan Tiandao uttered a faint sigh. There was satisfaction and nostalgia in the sigh, because it reminded him of nanchun.

There are those jade like beauties in nanchun. I don't know if they are thinking about themselves now.

He looked at the dark grassland like the ocean, thought of the grassland like deep sea in the far south, thought of nanchun, thought of the old man of Tianji, and thought of a lot of things.

Listening to the subtle and profound piano sound, Xu yourong remembered that what he saw was some very secular things, such as cotton candy in the town, the catkins hung by the willow under the small bridge not far from home in spring, and the winter when he was a child. He didn't adapt to some heavy bedding and kicked his feet casually. As a result, the quilt broke and the catkins floated everywhere in the room.

Thinking of the past, she smiled and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, so that her face suddenly became bright, so that even the Qingji mountain road was much warmer.

The sound of the piano swirled around everyone.

The four demons by the lake were not silent in the piano sound. They just looked at each other imperceptibly. Everyone's fingers were trembling slightly, and the muscles on the toes were trembling slightly, like moving.

No one can see the player, only hear the sound of the piano, but don't know where to start.

Where is the player?

The girl in white sat on the Bank of the cliff. Duan Tiandao and Xu yourong were just below the cliff. Just because they were not on the same horizontal line, no one could see her. While playing the piano, the girl in white looked at the wisps of clouds. The cold wind was like a knife. She couldn't remove the spirit between her eyebrows and eyes, and her fingers bounced more and more.

Xu yourong felt a little tired. She should be tired. She fought with these goblins just now. With her current strength, she was already fighting at the limit and suffered a lot of injuries.

But fatigue is not terrible. What is terrible is the alarm in the bottom of my heart.

The sound of the piano, the four goblins in front of her, and the virtual environment shrouding the lake made her feel great danger.

This is the greatest danger she has faintly perceived since she practiced Taoism as a child and encountered countless strong enemies.

She didn't know who was playing the piano and who was trying to influence her mind, but she knew that she should break the piano sound.

So she turned to Duan Tiandao and whispered, "I don't want to listen."

Duan Tiandao nodded: "yes, it's not good to always hurt spring and autumn."

So he put his finger to his lips and bit it gently. Then he found that he didn't bite. He couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. He had to cough and bite again.

Then a bead of blood oozed from his fingertips.

He put his hand to the side of the mountain path, and the drop of crimson blood separated from his fingers, but did not fall. Instead, he flew in the opposite direction and flew up into the smoke like clouds between the cliffs.

With the flight, the color of the drop of blood changed, more and more red, more and more colorful, more and more bright, until finally, it turned into gold.

Like a drop of melted gold, it contains unimaginable energy.

The temperature around the mountain path rose sharply, the shallow frost just covered on the slate suddenly vaporized, and several solitary trees became more withered.

Several wild grasses, which were born in the rock crevices of the cliff, burned into ash in an instant.

Blood beads like gold rose into the clouds.

There was only a hissing sound.

In the clouds, the light works. Those clouds are like cotton wool, which are ignited in an instant.

A fire suddenly broke out in the vast mountains, illuminating the deep night as if it were day.

A drop of blood brings such a spectacular picture.

Looking at the bright and clear mountains again, Duan Tiandao's face showed a satisfied look, but the next moment, his eyebrows frowned again.

He reached his fingers to his lips and blew gently, looking very serious and focused.

At the same time, he whispered to himself and said to himself like coaxing a child: "no pain... No pain... No pain, good."

Demons: "

The clouds burn clean, leaving only a clear and bright. The cliffs return to darkness, but they are brighter than before, which gives people a sense of security.

The girl in white stopped playing the piano, sat by the cliff and quietly looked at the lake under the peak. There was no emotion in her indifferent or dull eyes.

The dark cliff, the lonely mountain path, the abyss where you can't see your fingers, only the oncoming wind, with the green silk and clothes on your cheeks.

The deeper the night, the more eye-catching the white robe.

The girl slowly stroked the newly scraped wool on the string and silently thought, one heartbroken, two soul broken, and the end of three songs, so she still couldn't trap these two humans... Is there really a kind-hearted and spotless human?

This is her best mental attack. Her piano sound can create a dreamland that is difficult to distinguish between true and false. Especially tonight, with the help of the potential of the high mountains in the Tang garden, this dreamland can make the intelligent life enter it see those fragments that are the most distant, blurred and difficult to forget at the beginning of memory, so they don't want to wake up until they gradually get drunk or sink into it, The last is a long sleep, can no longer leave

Duan Tiandao and Xu yourong didn't know what they saw in the Qinyin dreamland. She only knew that the two humans didn't waver for a moment, let alone indulge in it. It seemed that they just enjoyed the dreamland for a moment, saw through the dreamland and broke it easily.

The man bit his fingertips and spilled a drop of blood on the world where the piano sound came from. The golden, solemn and holy, but extremely fierce, seems to contain countless energy blood... Easily melted the clouds and destroyed the illusion of piano sound. What kind of blood is that?

Is that still blood?

The girl in white felt thoughtful, gently pulled out the string, and a frozen but lingering breath went with the sound of the piano. Then she picked up the ancient piano, carried it back behind her, tied it with a seemingly thin but strong leather rope around her waist, took a long breath, took a faint look at the unfathomable bottom of the cliff, jumped up and jumped off the top of the cliff.