The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Ruan's eyes sparkled with Ya Yun's words, his eyes struggled, and eventually became as deep as a taboo.

Her hands fluttered, [Snow and Ice] buzzing and floating in front of her.

Her voice was slightly mute, as if she were telling Mu Yan and persuading herself: "Jun Mu Yan, you shouldn't have come to the North, otherwise nothing would have changed and nothing would have happened. I don't want to kill you, I just want... I just want everything back! ”

A grumbling whimpering violin sounds.

A ray of light emerged from the [snow and ice], slowly interwoven in the sky, and turned into a barrier that trapped Muang and the [colorful cloud blanket] behind her.

Ya Frost grabbed Feng's head and laughed proudly: "Jun Muyan, I advise you not to struggle dying. If you snatch it early, you may die in pain...”

Uh--!

A sword flies out, stopping Ya Frost's voice.

She stunned her head down and looked at the blood coming out of her eyes, her eyes widening slightly.

Finally, Gandhi fell.

Mu looked pale, his sword-held hands were shaking, and his voice was so lazy and careless: “Who said I was going to escape? ”

The corner of her mouth slowly lifted the curve of evil: “I have always been free from me. I am not a prisoner. If a man commits me, I will be uprooted. You were just trying to kill my brother. You really think I'm gonna let you go? ”

“Ha... don't let us go?!” Ya Yun is like the funniest joke I've ever heard, "Jun Mu Yan, as you are now so strong at the end of the crossbow, what are you qualified to say not to let us go?! ”

Muay looked at her deeply, her hands flashed, and the magic harp appeared.

Slim, long fingers resting on strings, slowly moving.

Ow --!!!

Awwwwwwwww -!!!!

Countless beastly roars rang from all sides.

It just stopped quietly in the surrounding dark fog and suddenly rolled over like a wave.

A living corpse drilled out of the fog, stretched out its rotten black tongue and licked its lips.

Second, third... tenth... hundredth...

The corpses of dense numbness, like summoned, like long overdue, gushed out of the fog one after the other.

Countless green oil eyes, staring at Ya Yun several people dead, as if they would jump at any moment and tear them to pieces.

The face of all the monks in the North, the time grew miserable.

Before, both the fog and the corpse were so quiet as chickens that Ya Yun had almost forgotten the existence of these things.

“Jun Mu Yan, you, what do you want? Do you want to manipulate a living corpse to kill someone? ”

“You, do you know this is what the devil does? Aren't you afraid of being scolded? ”

Muang grinned, “Hat of the devil's head, didn't you guys pull it off long ago? In that case, wouldn't it be a great loss if I didn't do something out of the way and sat this down? ”

In the talking room, she sounded the violin.

Those impatient corpses who had waited long before rushing up screaming.

They have long lost their minds, their livelihoods, their only instincts left to devour flesh and blood.

They can no longer be called human beings, but rather a body that is driven by poison.

But the sound of the songs of Mu 'an gathered together their broken souls scattered in unclean abyss.