"No~!" At this time, Xiaoxue in the army crowd suddenly shouted.
Hearing Xiaoxue's cry, Yang Kun suddenly turned around and looked at the group of humans.
City Lord Zhao Zilong hurriedly said in a panic: "No, this guy has gone completely crazy. Run quickly, or everyone will die today!"
When General Lei heard this, the first thing he thought of was the safety of Princess Zhao Qianying, so he moved, picked up Zhao Qianying, who was still in a daze, and ran away quickly. When the others saw this, they also ran away quickly. No one wanted to suffer such an unintentional disaster.
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Seeing the abnormal behavior of the group of humans, Yang Kun roared a few times, then pulled out his tail from the belly of the Nether Messenger, and locked his blood-red eyes on Xiaoxue not far away.
Hohoho~!
Yang Kun looked up to the sky and roared, then his body moved suddenly, his tail was as fast as lightning, and he rushed towards Xiaoxue.
"Be careful!" Zhao Zilong, who was about to escape alone, saw this, so he quickly turned back, picked up Xiaoxue and jumped away suddenly.
Boom~!
Yang Kun's tail suddenly hit the place where Xiaoxue was standing, immediately creating a huge crater a foot deep in the ground.
Zhao Zilong not only wiped a handful of cold sweat, but also pulled up Xiaoxue and said: "Let's go quickly!"
Xiaoxue said: "How could this happen? He is Master Yang Kun. Why does he want to kill me too? What happened to him?"
Zhao Zilong said: "He is extremely crazy. Once he becomes extremely crazy, he will lose consciousness. Now he won't remember who you are at all. Let's leave quickly. If we don't leave, even if we are not killed by him, we will
He will suffer unreasonable disasters when he self-destructs and will be buried with him!"
"What? Self-destruct? Are you saying that Young Master Yang Kun will die?" Xiaoxue stopped and asked.
City Lord Zhao Zilong roared: "At any time, do you care whether he will self-destruct? Yes, once he becomes extremely mad, there is only one way to die and destroy everything, including himself!"
"Is there no other way?" Xiaoxue asked.
Zhao Zilong thought for a while and said: "There is not a way out. Legend has it that there is a kind of song called the Requiem Curse! There is a certain chance of awakening the consciousness of an extremely mad person, thus stopping the trend of continuing to go berserk. However, the Requiem Curse is like this
The Divine Comedy was lost many years ago, and no one knows how to play it, and even if there are people who can play it, I’m afraid that by the time we call people here, this kid will have already blown himself up and died.”
"Requiem Curse?" Xiaoxue suddenly turned from worry to joy. The timing is so lucky. Xiaoxue is destined to be the person who can save Yang Kun. Xiaoxue said: "Requiem Curse, I can play it!"
"You know how to brag? I think you are just bragging. The Requiem Curse has been lost for hundreds of years. How can you brag? I think you are just bragging. Run away. If you don't run away, everyone will die together!"
After that, Zhao Zilong picked up Xiaoxue and ran away.
Xiaoxue broke away from Zhao Zilong's hand and said: "I'm not bragging, I really know how to play the Requiem!"
Zhao Zilong was stunned for a moment. Seeing the seriousness on Xiaoxue's face, he couldn't help but believe it. But then he shook his head and said: "But, this requiem must be played with the white dragon jade flute to be effective. Without the white dragon jade flute, everything will be lost."
No need to talk!"
"White Dragon Jade Flute?" Xiaoxue was stunned for a moment, then took out the white jade flute from her arms, handed it to Zhao Zilong for a look, and said: "The White Dragon Jade Flute you are talking about, is this one?"
Zhao Zilong was suddenly shocked, his eyes widened, and he took the flute from Xiaoxue's hand. He saw a vivid jade dragon engraved on the flute, which was as white as mutton fat. He suddenly said excitedly: "This, this is indeed the legendary one."
The white dragon jade flute! Haha..."
Hohoho~!
Yang Kun's roar interrupted Zhao Zilong's laughter. Zhao Zilong quickly handed the white dragon jade flute to Xiaoxue and urged: "Quick, play the requiem!"
Xiaoxue took the flute handed over by Zhao Zilong, then raised her hands slightly, put the flute to her mouth, moved her green fingers, and the melodious flute sounded. The beautiful melody suddenly filled the place, and Yang Kun suddenly stopped roaring.
, the movement slowed down, as if looking for the source of the flute sound.
The beautiful notes gently drip on the leaves and grass, like transparent and innocent elves.
The melody suddenly turned up, melodious and profound, and Yang Kun, who was extremely mad, felt as if he was pulled back from the abyss by some invisible force.
At this time, the Nether Messenger lying aside squirmed and saw that Yang Kun had calmed down a lot. He raised his head slightly and saw that everyone's attention was on Yang Kun, so he pinched his fingers and suddenly turned into a ball of black.
The fog escapes.
Along with the sound of Xiaoxue playing the flute, Yang Kun gradually regained some consciousness, the flames on his body gradually disappeared, and the tail behind him slowly retracted into his body.
Yang Kun woke up from his memories, looked at the gray-brown land in front of him, and murmured: "Xiaohu, Xiaoxue, I miss you so much!"