Galactic Garbage Station

Along with the impatient sound of the violin, people at the place waited, as if in the thousands of army horse slaughter, the whole body of hair blows up, the heart beats faster, can not help but want to scream, this feeling is too depressing and crazy.

Moreover, the more they listen to this feeling, the stronger they are, as if they are deep in the battlefield, fighting to death fighters, as if they will be killed if they do not kill, that feeling wraps around their hearts, how can they not be thrown away.

Shortly afterwards, the whole scene became agitated. Liu Qingzheng shocked: “Oh my God, what is this song? Those so-called death-heavy metals, in contrast to this song, are so weak. ”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Zhu Jianhua pulled his collar and blushed.

“It's... it's a little unbearable.” A young man said.

Everyone, wait, all of you, is disturbed. This song brings a kind of killing, madness that goes straight to the bottom of your heart. It's madness to hear. Especially Murongqin, Murongxian, Ancient Moon, Gu Rhyme, Wang Yan and others who understand Guqin, their hearts are even more shocking. They never thought that a song could have this effect, which is beyond cognition, beyond imagination.

Everyone around him is still this way. Qin Qing and Hansen, opposite Su Zheng, were the first to take the brunt. The cold sweat on both of them quickly appeared. Qin Zheng seemed to be a little better. Hansen's face became incredibly pale. He grabbed the chair with his hands tightly, and his body couldn't sit straight and nearly slipped to the ground. He showed shock on his face and wanted to escape or tell Su Zheng to stop, but for the sake of his face, he died.

“How is this possible? How is this possible?” Qin Zheng's eyes were shocked. He did not look down on Guqin, but in his eyes Guqin was just a tool for making money. At this moment, however, all disdain for Guqin was instantly shaken. Even if you often listen to Jung-jin play, you never know that ancient music can be so impressive. Without a doubt, this ancient song is refreshing Qin Zheng's perception of ancient qin.

Qin Qi couldn't help but ask in his heart. Is my previous knowledge of Guqin like that of a frog at the bottom of a well? Is this the realm of real Guqin? Isn't this man an ancient moon student, why did he reach such a state?

This song, precisely one of the nine greatest songs from the Emperor's time and space - Ambush on the Ten Sides, has the effect of: Killing, Madness, Su Qing did not play enough boundaries in the past, after touching the sword of words from reckless time and space to force it to play.

The effect of playing is far less natural than Ye Yinzhu, the protagonist of the Qin Emperor's time and space. If Ye Yinzhu comes to play, I'm afraid the whole field will have to go directly crazy, then cut each other off, it's chaotic.

However, even the huge discount on Su Zheng's playing is still terrible. He also especially manages his mental power and tries to keep all the magic shocks of the violin focused on Qin Zheng and Hansen so as not to hurt the innocent.

“Ah!" One of the young men behind Hansen suddenly punched another middle-aged man in the face.

“How dare you hit me, I'll kill you.” Middle-aged men had red eyes and fought with young men. The people next to them quickly pulled them apart, but they were equally uncomfortable, so they pulled the two together quickly, and then retreated away before being forced to feel a little better.

“Ahhh, I can't stand it.” Hanson suddenly screamed and finally couldn't bear it. He stood up suddenly, sprayed his legs and ran down the stairs, falling and crashing. Someone looked out the window and saw him running away, never turning back. A man of seventy or eighty years old can still run so fast.

Su Zheng didn't stop. He continued to play. It took a long time to finish. At the end of that moment, Qin Qi across the street, as if all his strength had suddenly been drawn away, he was paralyzed on the chair, his body had been wet by sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water, his face was pale, without a hint of blood, as if his soul had been drawn away.

Su Zheng did not speak, quietly looked at Qin Zheng, the whole field was still digesting, still slowly recovering from that kind of killing and madness, no one spoke, the whole field needle smelled.

For a long time, Qin Qian suddenly exhaled, looked up at Su Qian, revealed a very complex divine color, then turned to look at Ancient Moon and Murong Qin, opened his mouth, and finally did not speak.

Qin Qiao stood up, but he almost fell under his feet, held the table and chair, and walked toward the stairs, walked down the stairs, got in the car and left.

“Whoo, what's this music?” Murongqin asked, Murongxian, Guyue, Guyun, Li Xuan, Jiang Shao also looked at Su Xuan. Among them, Jiang Shao smiled bitterly. The last time Su Xiao played Phoenix at their Hailan Conservatory, he didn't show up because of a stomachache. He didn't hear it. It was unfortunate that he had to hear Su Xiao play it again. It was such a horrible song to hear. He almost wanted to kill people.

“Ambush from ten sides.” Su Xiao said.

“When I first listened to the piano, it was really an ambush on ten sides. I was thinking, when you finished playing, you could theorize with them. I didn't think they were all scared off. That would save you a lot of effort.” Murongqin laughed.

“I don't think they dare come again.” Murong Xian smiled.

“I look at Qin Zheng's last divine colour as if he really repented.” Ancient Moon noticed Qin Zheng's last divine color. In his heart, he still hoped Qin Zheng could repent. After all, he was a brother who had grown up together.

“If he repents, that's best. Forget about them, the birthday party is still going on. It's time to start serving food. Enjoy your meals.” Murongqin laughed, and this smile was very affectionate, making many people who were still influenced by the music feel comfortable.

“Let's all eat, and I'll play a song called Peiyuan Jingxing.” Su Zheng laughed.

“That's the best.” Murongqin nodded and smiled.

The reason Su Zheng complained about his courage and played a song called Peiyuan Jingxing is because he was worried about the 10 sides of the ambush just now, which had a negative impact on some people. If they can't recover, it would be troublesome to go back to killing and setting fire. Pei Yuan's quiet mind curves precisely to eliminate this negative impact.

So, as the waiter began to eat food, the loud and beautiful music began to sound, and after a tranquil song, the killing and madness in everyone's heart disappeared.

When Su Zheng played, Murong Xian actually squatted beside him. He looked at Su Zheng's fingers without turning his eyes. He obviously wanted to learn, but the more he looked at it, the more confused he was, because he had no idea what was so wonderful about playing Su Zheng, he even seemed to be no better than himself. However, I don't know why, but Su Zheng could play out a situation that even his grandfather couldn't understand.