The vibrations of the violin were loud in the air, but the flowers of the spirit not far away remained unresponsive.

Even though Mu Yan was already mentally prepared, he regrettably stopped guiding the emperor to play.

Side by side to God's unfailing face, Muay rarely said soothing, “It's okay, this is not your fault, it's my violin is a bit special, other than me and Bao, no one else plays it. And maybe this isn't the right way, I'll think about something else..."

Moo-yan's words are not finished.

The emperor glanced in disgust, his fingers still resting on the strings snapped.

“Shh!” A sound.

In time, a wave of air swept around the Celestial Concerto.

On the field, like a big wave of wind.

Innumerable herbs of Xuan medicine shake violently and even break.

And those four blue flower bones, which were originally stuffed, slowly opened a few gaps after the sound of the violin, at a velocity that was visible to the naked eye.

An intense, cool aroma permeates the entire yard.

Muay instinctively took a deep breath.

Physically and mentally unspeakable comfort.

She even had the illusion that her bottleneck seemed to loosen up in the shackles.

This is working!

Spiritual blossoms require a higher level of energy than Xuan Li, that is, spiritual power.

And Emperor Bao, like Bao, can manipulate the Heavenly Magic Qin without having to recognize the Lord.

Wait a minute!

Mu looked back at the god violently and looked at the emperor badly, “You don't need to play the music at all, you can drive the sound of the piano and let the flowers bloom? ”

The emperor came one step closer to her and the voice sank: "Yes! ”

“Did you just fool me?” Muay bites his teeth.

“No!” the emperor denied while bending down and gently pecking a kiss on her lip, "is a reward! ”

Muyan: “…”

She was right about the man's increasingly shameless behavior and thickening face.

On the side of the cold nights and shadows, the gaze is stunned.

Is this still their cold-blooded, lonely, lifeless king?

And why do you always feel stuck in your heart? If you really want to turn your head, you can't see it.

If you read a hundred mile treble notes on a cold night, you'll know there's a word called "feed the dog"!

As long as King is with Miss Muang, he will continue to be “fed dog food”.

Especially not cute!

However, it must have been sadder to think of Miss Gun's shadow charm.

On a cold night, he felt his depression was all clouds, and he had to pull the little shadow back out of the way.

……

The barrier outside the Spirit Flower bud was broken, and then the flower blossomed completely, which is the matter of Mourning.

It sounds several times louder than it just sounded.

Muay sat on the floor with her knees like that, her white clothes and dark hair gently lifted by the breeze.

She smiled as if the fingers of Yu Jingying had moved slightly, and the eyes of the water had swung in the sun, as if it could open the layer of rubbing and lift the heart.

The Emperor's eyes did not instantly look at the girl in front of him. The flame in his eyes was suppressed and hidden, but he seemed to go anywhere at any time. He could no longer control it and could not bear it.

As the music spins, the invisible energy field spreads, covering the entire yard.

The seventy-eight herbs that had just been struck by the roaring sound of the emperor grew wild again.