Ling Tianyu looked at the snow bear helplessly, and couldn't help but smile and asked, "By the way, little bear, what do you think of me playing?"
Snow Bear's eyes widened in horror, indicating that he was very frightened.
"What" Ling Tianyu was stunned for a moment, and said with a narcissistic smile: "Haha, I also know that I played it so well just now."
By the way, it's rare to have such a loyal audience, so how about my brother present another song" "Roar" Snow Bear roared, suddenly realizing that something terrible was happening, and shook his head desperately, his whole face almost petrified.
"Well, I know you must be very happy in your heart, you can hear that moving song again, it seems that you really have to give another song."
Ling Tianyu smiled beautifully.
"Roar" The snow bear roared excitedly, spinning in place, terrified.
"Cut, do you need to be so excited" Ling Tianyu glanced at it, continued to close his eyes forgetfully, and pinched the strings. suddenly There was a thud The strings were broken "What's the situation, why is it suddenly so broken," Ling Tianyu's face darkened.
"Roar" The snow bear roared happily and danced with his hands, indicating that he was very happy and proud.
"What do you mean by that, you look like you're gloating."
Ling Tianyu was quite depressed, and read: "Could it be that I really play so badly, this is impossible, I think it's quite good." ” "Don't fucking play, okay" The Poison King's voice suddenly came weakly, looking quite tired and feeling like he was about to collapse.
"Why can't you play" Ling Tianyu's face was full of doubts.
"Do you know how powerful the music you just played is, the old man was almost fucking wiped out by your terrible music, it's too torturous."
The Poison King exclaimed with palpitations.
"Is this so exaggerated" Ling Tianyu's whole face turned green, and he said angrily: "I see that you are always jealous, jealous that my talent is better than yours. ” "Your fucking talent is so awesome, it's just inhumane," exclaimed the Poison King excitedly.
"What kind of miserable and inhumane, this is called the fairy sound of the world, but you don't know how to appreciate it."
Ling Tianyu said with a snort.
"Okay, this piano is also broken, the old man is not lucky to listen to you play anymore, I feel that the whole world has suddenly become quiet, and the old man's ears are also quiet, and he can finally have a good rest."
The Poison King let out a long sigh.
"You are so old, after all, I am also your true disciple, you can't stop looking down on me so much."
Ling Tianyu said.
"It's not that the old man looks down on you, but the music you play is really too lethal.
But the old man thinks that if there is your song, I am afraid that even the headless horseman will be killed by you," said the Poison King.
"Are you always sarcastic about me" Ling Tianyu rolled his eyes, looked at the Huo Xuanqin with broken strings in his hand unwillingly, and couldn't help but ask Xue Xiong: "Little Bear, there should be a lot of dead people here, can you find something that looks like some musical instruments?"
"Woohoo" Snow Bear nodded at first, suddenly thought of something terrible, and then shook his head desperately, looking quite reluctant.
"Don't pretend to be pitiful to me, if you have one, find it out for me, I'm really anxious to get out of here, don't you want to leave with me" Ling Tianyu said.
Snow Bear was stunned and pondered for a long time, as if he had made a great determination.
Fierce The snow bear suddenly burrowed into the ground, a pair of sharp claws slashing at the snow.
Ling Tianyu looked at the fire string piano in his hand, shook his head and sighed, "Alas, it seems that I will have to get a bamboo piano in the future, but I can't just ruin my talent." ” "You still dare to come to the old man to fight with you," the poison king shouted.
"You're too old," Ling Tianyu was directly speechless.
At this moment, the snow bear emerges from a huge snow hole dug with a strange flute in his hand.
"Flute" Ling Tianyu's face was full of joy and excitement.
Although Ling Tianyu didn't have any talent in the sound, Ling Tianyu had a lot of research on the bamboo flute.
Actually, it can't be said to be research.
It's just that in his previous life, Ling Tianyu lived with his Murder King Master, and he didn't have any friends or other relatives around him.
In solitude, Ling Tianyu would make some bamboo flutes by himself, and often played them in the middle of the night when no one was around.
It's not particularly good, but it's presentable, at least not as lethal as the song just played.
"Woohoo" Snow Bear groaned with fear on his face, and hesitated for a long time before weakly throwing the flute to Ling Tianyu.
Ling Tianyu took the flute excitedly, but the strange thing was that this flute seemed to be carved from a bone, finely crafted, and at the sound of the flute, a small weird skull was exposed, which had also been specially treated.
I have to say, this flute is really cool.
Ling Tianyu played around a few times, and suddenly found that there were three blood character bone soul flutes carved on this flute.
"The Bone Soul Flute sounds evil."
Ling Tianyu shuddered secretly and said with a smile: "Hehe, it turns out that your master is no longer here, then you belong to me." ” "Good thing, this bone soul flute turned out to be a heaven-level horcrux," the Poison King said suddenly.
"Heaven-level Horcrux" Ling Tianyu's face was full of surprise.
The Poison King said: "Yes, and this Bone Soul Flute is very evil, it is quite suitable for you to cultivate the Soul Killing Demon Song, but" "It's just what," Ling Tianyu asked.
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"You won't wait and make a sound that can kill people like you did just now," said the Poison King in horror.
"You don't have to worry about this, I really played with this stuff a lot in my previous life.
Although I don't dare to say that I can blow out the fairy sound of the Divine Comedy or something, at least I can make you listen to it comfortably.
Ling Tianyu said with a smile.
"Hopefully, the old man still wants his life."
The Poison King said.
Ling Tianyu was helpless, and thought angrily: Dare to look down on me, I will open the eyes of your old man later Thinking about it, Ling Tianyu grabbed the Bone Soul Flute.
For some reason, when he was holding the bone soul flute, Ling Tianyu couldn't help but feel a deep longing in his heart, and even more sadness.
Back then, Ling Tianyu sat on the cliff and played the flute.
Although at that time, Ling Tianyu seemed very lonely, but in this world, Ling Tianyu seemed even more lonely, and couldn't help but remind Ling Tianyu of a poem that was alone in a foreign land as a stranger.
Ling Tianyu couldn't help but close his eyes quietly, his lips pursed into the bone soul flute.
Blow, blow gently.
Suddenly, the melodious sound of the flute gently echoed out.
The snow bear was covering his ears when he suddenly heard the sound of the flute, and his bulging eyes widened.
But no longer fear, but surprise, but shock.
"Hehe, isn't that bad?"
The Poison King exhaled deeply, and simply listened carefully.
Ling Tianyu blew the bone soul flute, his eyes were closed, his long hair fluttered, the more he blew, the more energetic he became, injecting a strong sense of homesickness, a strong sense of homesickness, with the sound of the flute, faintly dispersed.
The sound of the flute is crisp and melodious, clear and melodious.
Like a fresh breeze, it takes away a piece of dust.
The melodious sound of the flute washes the hearts and souls.
The sound of the flute is sometimes high-pitched and exciting, sometimes cheerful and interesting, like the gurgling water, as crisp and joyful as the pure stream, the snow bear and the poison king seem to be deeply intoxicated by this wonderful flute, and it is difficult to let go for a long time Unconsciously, Ling Tianyu seemed to have entered a wonderful artistic conception.
It seemed that Ling Tianyu felt that he had returned to his original world, as if he had seen his master.
At that moment, all the emotions in my heart burst out.
Then, in the midst of the illusion, Ling Tianyu suddenly saw that everything in front of him was just some illusion, and everything was shattered with the sound of the sad flute.
The cold wind struck, surrounding Ling Tianyu's body, his robe swayed, the thoughts in Ling Tianyu's heart drifted farther and farther, and his expression became deeper and deeper, as if all the pain, all the back, turned into this mournful flute.
The more and more bleak tones plunged everything around them into infinite melancholy.
The sound of the flute echoed tactfully, and a thick sadness swept in, like crying and complaining, intermittently, like a sad person crying, deeply missing.
It's as if the whole world is listening, making people addicted.
At this moment, the snow bear froze, sat there in a trance, and closed his eyes, as if he was in a beautiful dream, which was intoxicating.
And the original appreciation of the poison king was gradually brought into the artistic conception with the sad and lonely flute.
I can't help but feel that in the depths of the heart of the poison king, I seem to be aroused with some kind of sadness, and with the poignant and lonely flute, my heart is deeply saddened.
If the Poison King had a complete body, the Poison King at that time would have cried.
The desolate sound of the flute turned farther and farther.
In the cave, Zishuang, who was sleeping, seemed to hear some kind of lonely tune in her dreams, some kind of call, her eyes turned under her eyelids, and her soft eyelashes trembled gently.
The surrounding white fog seems to be pierced by the sound of this flute, echoing in this cold snowy area, which seems more and more bleak and more moving.
Inside the canyon, between heaven and earth, there seems to be a beautiful and desolate and lonely flute sound.
"Whew" Suddenly, there was a lonely long groan, the majestic voice standing in the white mist, the whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and the bone rider who sat down flashed with a strange light.
At this moment, Ling Tianyu completely forgot everything, and the whole person entered a mysterious artistic conception.
In the soul whirlpool, it seemed that because of this flute sound, a wave of evil power was released in Ling Tianyu's soul whirlpool.
At this moment, it felt as if the whole world had turned into this flute, and there was nothing else but the flute
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