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Chapter 120

As the sun sets in the west, the rays of rays fall, reflecting on Feng Ning's body with an enchanting brilliance. She places her delicate fingers on the strings of the zither, and the moment she rolls up her sleeves, there is an elegance that makes people reluctant to look away.

A melodious and melodious rhyme played on the strings of the zither rippled in his ears. Yao Huan couldn't help but stare at it. The people who followed also opened their mouths slightly, and were so shocked that they forgot to move at all.

Why is she not talking? But she is playing the guzheng leisurely. What is the intention of this woman who makes him puzzled? "If you let me, the general, listen to you playing the piano, you can go back to your house with me. There is no need to wait impatiently now."

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However, Feng Ning was still holding the strings out of tune, and had no intention of responding to Yao Huan's question down the slope. Yao Huan's displeased voice rang out again, "If you still can't come down, don't blame me for not understanding."

I feel pity for the fragrance and cherish the jade, so I went up to rob someone."

Feng Ning remained silent, but he was thinking that he was far worse than me. How could he have the demeanor of a general? Or could it be that this general had another side that was not known to everyone?

The inner force of the fingertips gathered when someone threatened, and the music that came out suddenly became louder and louder.

Yao Huan only felt something strange around him. Wherever the piano music passed by, whether it was branches or dead grass, they were turbulent like a strong wind. An ominous premonition surged into his heart, accelerating the potential uneasiness and fear in his heart.

Chen Jun also noticed something, but there was a general around who could always give him some confidence, "General, this little woman is difficult to deal with, you have to be careful." He had suffered a lot, and he stared at the hillside and played the piano leisurely.

The figure was holding the scar on his broken wrist, and a trace of hatred slipped through his eyes. But he didn't know that the general he could rely on felt something in his heart that was not overwhelming to him.

Feng Ning looked at the uneasiness in Yao Huan's eyes coldly, but kept a calm expression on her face. She pressed and lifted the strings, and finally the song fell into tune, and the overflowing music turned into a layer of strong air currents.

Row towards Yao Huan.

Yao Huan's eyes widened, as if he saw the woman's music suddenly turned into an extremely sharp knife and slashed at him. He instinctively dodged it, but he couldn't beat her music faster, and his arm was broken.

The armor, a warm current trickling through the red-stained clothes, and the faint smell of blood gradually turned into a strong one, overflowing as soon as he breathed.

He looked at the woman who was playing the piano in astonishment. Her clothes were fluttering, and the purple gauze covering her face was dancing gracefully. Her looming jade face seemed to be right in front of her eyes. Her eyes, as clear as springs, calmed down with a look that made everyone horrified.

Yao Huan finally realized that he had messed with someone he shouldn't have messed with. Because she looked young, he had carelessly underestimated her abilities and was in danger.

The danger was approaching, and he had to be prepared. Otherwise, he would really lose his life. He did not die on the battlefield, but died in the hands of a woman. If word spread, wouldn't everyone laugh out loud? Now the only way is to capture this woman. If

She was tortured and interrogated as long as she was alive, "Come here, take out your bows and arrows, don't shoot her in the heart, this general will live."

"Yes, General——." Everyone shouted loudly and took arrows from their quivers and loaded their bows.

Feng Ning sat and watched the actions of the people down the slope. The cold corners of her lips under the purple gauze were slightly curved. Just now, she only used her current level of skill to achieve this effect. The ability of this soul-lifting kite is really incredible.

underestimate.


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