The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

The beautiful performer hugged her chest tightly, she didn't seem to notice that this kind of squeeze would be more astringent from Mu En's perspective, and said in a pretentiously fierce tone:

"If you just asked me to come here to tease me, then please allow me not to accompany you. I will also pay a lot of the money you asked the waiter to bring, and all... all will be returned to you!"

"Is that right?"

Mu En sighed when she heard the words, and she was not too obsessed with the true appearance of a "beauty".

In any case, it would be too impolite to force a girl to show her face, and he was just curious.

...Maybe it's just that he made a mistake.

After all, although they are somewhat similar in all aspects, the person in his mind should still be at Santa Maria College, so whether it is identity, location, or motivation, they are all completely different from the person in front of him late at night. The beautiful virtuoso who plays the music in the restaurant is not very contactable.

As for the holy light... that little bit of holy light doesn't mean anything. There are countless believers of the goddess in this world, and there are many who know how to use holy light. Moreover, I took Elizabeth out and flashed it, and it was much stronger than that just now.

"I apologize for my rudeness just now, beautiful lady performer."

Mu En put down her wine glass, stroked her chest solemnly and said:

"You don't need to refund the money, please believe me, I didn't call you here to tease you, but I really have a serious business."

"It's... business?"

Miss performer was stunned, "What is it?"

"My friend likes your music very much."

Mu En pointed aside,

"Today is the day of mourning for his late wife, so I hope you will play a song just for him."

"Please... please play one more song!"

Hearing Mu En's words, Xiao En was stunned for a moment, then stood up excitedly, and said pleadingly:

"It's been ten years, I thought I'd forgotten her face, but your music made me... let me see her clearly again, please play it again, I haven't seen enough, I still want to... I still want to..."

"This……"

Looking at Xiao En who was streaming tears from the corners of his eyes at this moment, and his feelings were not fake at all, the big eyes under the mist of Miss Performer couldn't help blinking.

She glanced at Mu En quietly, and doubts arose in her heart.

This guy... really just wanted me to play for his friends?

Didn't you discover something and want to expose the truth on purpose, or to tease me?

Am I thinking too much?

"Why, don't you want to?"

Mu En looked at her with a smile, her clear blue eyes were different from before, without any impurities.

"Then... that's fine."

Xiao En's sincere mourning made her unable to sit idly by, so Miss Performer raised the violin again and said softly:

"If it's just playing, it's fine."

"Thank you."

Mu En and Xiao En thanked each other at the same time, then straightened their backs and listened carefully.

So, start again.

The melodious sound, like the holy sound from the sky, seems to be able to heal all the scars in the heart.

"Olya...Olya..."

Sean once again fell into the longing for his dead wife.

And Mu En, perhaps due to her long-term contact with Elizabeth, was never infected again by the faint holy light that seemed to be out of the girl's control and escaped automatically.

He rested his chin and quietly looked at the performer who was immersed in the music.

It seems that because of Sean's sincere thoughts, she obviously put her emotions into the performance, and she is no longer just pulling the bow in a formulaic way.

Therefore, even if the holy light was left behind, Mu En could still clearly feel that the song... came alive.

The revived song showed a completely different power from before, and even Mu En was unconsciously intoxicated by it.

In a trance, it seemed that a holy saint appeared in front of Mu En.

With a hazy sense of beauty, the saint is opening a broad and warm embrace to Mu En, guiding Mu En to keep approaching, approaching, and...

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise.

The music was interrupted.

The picture in front of him disappeared, and his eyes returned to the dimly lit restaurant.

Xiao En opened his eyes in a daze, as if he hadn't recovered yet, but the delicate body of Miss Concertist trembled, obviously taken aback.

Mu En frowned, and looked in the direction of the voice with displeasure.

"By... why?"

On the adjacent table not far away, a man suddenly slapped the table and got up angrily:

"Why can I play solo for them, I...I can't?"

With that said, he walked towards Mu En.

His face was red and his neck was thick, and his steps were shaking.

This is……

Was drunk?

"Guest...guest, please don't do this."

The waiter who received a lot of kickbacks from Mu En just now rushed over, trying to stop the drunk man.

But the thin waiter obviously couldn't stop the man from moving forward, so he could only be dragged towards Mu En by him.

It wasn't until he was very close to Mu En that the man pushed the waiter away, stretched out his hand, and pointed at Mu En with a fierce expression:

"Tell me, why...why? Difficult...Could it be because you are a pretty boy with a pretty face?"

The strong smell of alcohol made Mu En even more unhappy.

He was about to push away this drunk lunatic who was obviously just an ordinary person, but perhaps under the influence of alcohol, the wobbly man, before Mu En could make a move, stepped on the flat ground, facing Mu En, fall.

Mu En subconsciously wanted to catch him.

But, right now.

The man's hand pointing at Mu En suddenly swelled violently without warning.

The ferocious muscles piled up like a horned dragon, and broke through his sleeves in an instant.

The skin of that arm shone with a metallic luster, and the five fingers were slightly bent, and sharp claws like daggers popped out!

This is...beastization?

Mu En's pupils shrank suddenly.

Without any vindictiveness.

There is no magic.

Not even any killing intent.

It's just a simple physical change.

Therefore, when the dagger-like sharp claws were about to touch Mu En's chest, Mu En's death warning, which Mu En had always trusted, sounded belatedly!

[WEB] 34. It really is you

The so-called premonition of death is not something metaphysical, but an extremely keen perception of danger that has been honed under countless life and death crises.

It's like a spider can feel the movement of its prey on the other end through the slightest vibration of the web.

And when the slightest tremor does not exist, there is no fighting spirit, no magic power, and even no killing intent, and it looks like an ordinary person falling in front of him, it is impossible for Mu En's premonition of death to come true. Early warning.

Therefore, Mu En didn't fully react until the dagger-sharp claws popped out from between the man's swollen fingers, and the alchemy core was running in an instant.

But it was already too late, the sharp claws had almost touched Mu En's chest, and the delayed time could not allow him to teleport directly out of danger.

Professional assassin.

There was a flash of light in Mu En's eyes, and his thoughts were running wildly.

Without long-term special training, it would be impossible to achieve such a perfect concealment and such a violent explosion.

This was a premeditated assassination.

Under the delayed time, Mu En could even see the ferocity, ruthlessness, and murderous intent bursting out of the assassin's eyes like a volcano!

but.

It's like you can only carry plastic knives in order to pass the security check.

The concealment is indeed there, but can the plastic knife... stab someone to death?

"You come to kill me without even using magic power and grudge, who do you look down on?"

A hint of sternness appeared on Mu En's face, and at this very moment, instead of retreating, he chose to bump into the assassin's sharp claws on his own initiative!

Blood splattered!

The clothes on Mu En's chest were ripped open, and sharp claws ruthlessly penetrated into his flesh and blood.

But the sharp claws that were clearly heading towards his heart were actually stuck in the middle of the process by the extremely strong pectoralis major muscles that had been trained and blessed with fighting spirit.

Finally, a trace of panic appeared in the assassin's eyes, he looked at Mu En in disbelief and said:

"How...how is it possible? In intelligence, you are not so strong!"

"Oh, so that's the case, you want to kill me with outdated information, you really look down on me."

Mu En sneered, leaned forward, and grabbed the swollen arm.

Then, thunder!

The shock wave stirred, and the assassin's swollen body twisted instantly.

Without the blessing of battle qi, even if it is a beast, it is still an ordinary flesh and blood body.

So, the blood splashed again.

This time, it was the assassin's blood.

The scarlet blood was forcefully squeezed and splashed out from under the body and skin, and the shock waves that could already be manipulated by Mu En directly twisted into the fragile internal organs of the assassin.

"puff……"

The assassin coughed up the pieces of internal organs, and most of his life was deprived in an instant.

His eyes dimmed slightly.

He knew that he had failed, so there was a look of despair in his eyes, but that despair soon turned into... ruthlessness!

He gritted his teeth, trying to crush something between his jaws.

can.

When he saw in front of him, the information mentioned that the son of the duke who "has strength around the second level, has fierce moves, and is good at wielding two knives", didn't even draw out the knives, and his figure was suddenly in a trance.

In an instant, a big hand pinched his jaw suddenly without warning, and with a click, his jaw was snapped off.

"Whether it's TV dramas, novels, or reality, why do you guys like to hide the poison of suicide in your mouth?"

Regardless of the still bleeding chest, Mu En pinched the assassin's neck with one hand, lifted him up, and said with a half-smile:

"The people who hired you are so stingy, so they are not willing to give you a curse or something?"

The assassin was swinging weakly in Mu En's hands, his limbs were broken, and his internal organs were shattered. He couldn't do anything at this moment.

He couldn't even commit suicide, and when he thought of the interrogation and torture he would endure when he failed in the assassination and fell into the hands of the target, he couldn't help showing deep fear on his bloody and trembling face.

It should be so.