The men in black were all rolling on the ground, bleeding from all seven holes. They were struggling endlessly. The blood in their bodies was flowing backwards, and their veins were broken. They were wailing on the ground begging for mercy.
However, the sound of the piano continued, like a reminder from hell, trying to destroy all their lives.
Slowly, slowly, time is flowing and the torture is receding...
I don't know how long it took, but the men in black were slowly tortured by the sound of Mo Zhuyue's piano. Each one of them was exhausted, their muscles and veins were severed, their seven orifices were bleeding, and they lost all their internal strength and died.
Seeing that the last man in black had stopped moving, Mo Zhuyue stopped playing the piano in his hand and shook his head as if regretfully: "It's a pity, I haven't had enough fun yet."
In a word, it was soft, as gentle as the gentle spring water watering the earth. However, the fifty thousand people behind it were all terrified.
They all saw how the more than ten men in black died in front of them, and how tragically they died. They struggled one by one until they had no strength at all...
After being tortured like this, Mo Zhuyue actually said it was boring? Not completely enjoyable?
Everyone had long heard that Mo Zhuyue was a dual-system magician, and that she had killed Ye Shuang, the only genius summoner from Nansang College, in one battle. She had already become famous on the Cangqiong Continent in that battle.
In the past few days, she has been nestling softly in Long Canghao's carriage. When she occasionally goes out to walk around, she is still supported by Long Canghao, like a delicate young lady. Everyone seems to have forgotten her time at Nansang College.
Fighting for fame.
But now, hearing her cold-blooded and ruthless words, everyone trembled in their hearts, and finally understood why she stood so naturally and calmly next to the cold and ruthless King Cang, because her cold-blooded ruthlessness was not inferior to that of King Cang.
Suddenly, everyone was sighing in their hearts. Fortunately, their dissatisfaction with Mo Zhuyue was not shown in the past few days. Otherwise, they probably wouldn't know how they died.
Mo Zhuyue looked at the dead people on the ground indifferently, and curled her lips with some boredom: "Come here, search them to see if there is any suspicious evidence."
There were only a few people who wanted to kill her, and it didn't make much difference to her whether they could be found out or not.
These people are all dead soldiers and there won't be any clues about them.
Sure enough, Long Ying checked carefully and finally found nothing.
Mo Zhuyue waved his hand: "Bouxian, pile them into a pile and burn them on fire!"
With the support of Long Canghao, Mo Zhuyue returned to the carriage, and the large group of people continued to move forward.
Mo Zhuyue was still nestled in Long Canghao's arms, while Long Canghao put her slender fingers in his hands and played with them: "Cang, tell me, who sent those dead soldiers just now?"
Long Canghao didn't raise his eyebrows, and put her fingers between his own, as if her fingers were exquisite porcelain: "No matter who they are, their goals have not been achieved. But these people have no ability.
Maybe their abilities are stronger than others. Looking at their clothes, they don't look like people from Nanyue."
"Then, is he that person from Tianxingtang?"
Long Canghao snorted disdainfully: "As far as I know, the people in Tianxing Hall are all great people. These little guys shouldn't have such great abilities."
If he's not from Tianxingtang or Nanyue, then who could he be?
Suddenly, Mo Zhuyue thought of a person. All the men in black were rolling on the ground, bleeding from seven holes, struggling endlessly, the blood in the whole body was flowing backwards, the veins were broken, and they were wailing on the ground begging for mercy.
However, the sound of the piano continued, like a reminder from hell, trying to destroy all their lives.
Slowly, slowly, time is flowing and the torture is receding...
I don't know how long it took, but the men in black were slowly tortured by the sound of Mo Zhuyue's piano. Each one of them was exhausted, their muscles and veins were severed, their seven orifices were bleeding, and they lost all their internal strength and died.
Seeing that the last man in black had stopped moving, Mo Zhuyue stopped playing the piano in his hand and shook his head as if regretfully: "It's a pity, I haven't had enough fun yet."
In a word, it was soft, as gentle as the gentle spring water watering the earth. However, the fifty thousand people behind it were all terrified.
They all saw how the more than ten men in black died in front of them, and how tragically they died. They struggled one by one until they had no strength at all...
After being tortured like this, Mo Zhuyue actually said it was boring? Not completely enjoyable?
Everyone had long heard that Mo Zhuyue was a dual-system magician, and that she had killed Ye Shuang, the only genius summoner from Nansang College, in one battle. She had already become famous on the Cangqiong Continent in that battle.
In the past few days, she has been nestling softly in Long Canghao's carriage. When she occasionally goes out to walk around, she is still supported by Long Canghao, like a delicate young lady. Everyone seems to have forgotten her time at Nansang College.
Fighting for fame.
But now, hearing her cold-blooded and ruthless words, everyone trembled in their hearts, and finally understood why she stood so naturally and calmly next to the cold and ruthless King Cang, because her cold-blooded ruthlessness was not inferior to that of King Cang.
Suddenly, everyone was sighing in their hearts. Fortunately, their dissatisfaction with Mo Zhuyue was not shown in the past few days. Otherwise, they probably wouldn't know how they died.
Mo Zhuyue looked at the dead people on the ground indifferently, and curled her lips with some boredom: "Come here, search them to see if there is any suspicious evidence."
There were only a few people who wanted to kill her, and it didn't make much difference to her whether they could be found out or not.
These people are all dead soldiers and there won't be any clues about them.
Sure enough, Long Ying checked carefully and finally found nothing.
Mo Zhuyue waved his hand: "Bouxian, pile them into a pile and burn them on fire!"
With the support of Long Canghao, Mo Zhuyue returned to the carriage, and the large group of people continued to move forward.
Mo Zhuyue was still nestled in Long Canghao's arms, while Long Canghao put her slender fingers in his hands and played with them: "Cang, tell me, who sent those dead soldiers just now?"
Long Canghao didn't raise his eyebrows, and put her fingers between his own, as if her fingers were exquisite porcelain: "No matter who they are, their goals have not been achieved. But these people have no ability.
Maybe their abilities are stronger than others. Looking at their clothes, they don't look like people from Nanyue."
"Then, is he that person from Tianxingtang?"
Long Canghao snorted disdainfully: "As far as I know, the people in Tianxing Hall are all great people. These little guys shouldn't have such great abilities."
If he's not from Tianxingtang or Nanyue, then who could he be?