This chuckle was heard in Wang Mei's ears, although it was not inherent in the ensemble of the qin and flute, but it could not bear the low and pleasant voice of the person who spoke, and it was in this qin and flute music, as if the singer was whispering, without any sense of disobedience.

The corners of Wang Mei's mouth turned up, and in an instant, she could distinguish the direction and position of the speaker, and she didn't say too much to greet, and the sword went with her, and she stabbed straight at the red-clothed young man who was lazy in the tree.

The young man obviously didn't expect Wang Mei to stab at him without saying a word, and narrowly turned over to avoid it, but directly fell down on the branch where he was lying before, but even if he landed, he couldn't hide his elegant posture.

I saw him flip a few times, his scarlet clothes fluttered like a butterfly, and then looked back, a silver spear was raised horizontally, and with a "bang" sound, he was meeting the soft sword stabbed by Wang Mei.

"Ah Mei, I haven't seen you for so long, and that's how you greeted me?" The peach blossom eyes narrowed, as if infinite friendship flowed out of them. Zheng Mo's white face was as white as the moon, and the reflective soft sword in Wang Mei's hand was not inferior to the beauty of the fallen leaves.

Even the red clothes on his body took away the demeanor of the red leaves of the forest because of the spear flowers he pulled out with his silver spear. Wang Mei was still silent, but the sword danced faster, and from a distance, among the falling red leaves, there seemed to be two butterflies, one red and one purple, fluttering, reflecting the sound of the flute that turned straight and high, and the butterfly dance became more and more eager.

In Wang Mei's illusion, the Divine Comedy in the Immortal Garden is still graceful, but the weather has changed, and the original wind and sunshine have gradually been replaced by violent storms. And the original beautiful and graceful tune also seemed to be affected by this thunder and lightning, and gradually became sharper.

At this time, the level of attainment between several people appeared. Wang Huan was struggling to follow Lu Zhan's flute at the beginning, and then because Wang Meisan was intoxicated, he unconsciously played the role of a bridge between Wang Huan and Lu Zhan, so that the two unbalanced tones were gradually blended together, which made Wang Huan gradually able to keep up with the rhythm of the two of them.

However, Zheng Mo's appearance broke the balance between the three. The pace of the battle between Wang Mei and Zheng Mo is getting faster and faster, which also makes it more and more difficult for Wang Huan, who was already struggling, to follow, and the piano sound has slowed down by more than one beat several times, but Wang Huan himself is also stubborn, but he refuses to be embarrassed in front of Xiaolang of the same age, and he insists on keeping up with their rhythm, which causes him to become more and more flustered, and the music gradually becomes disorganized.

Wang Mei's brows gradually frowned, and the originally cheerful Sanjue slowly appeared sluggish, making her meridians faintly tingle. Zheng Mo and Lu Zhan had also discovered the problem between them at this time, but now that the four of them were pulling their whole bodies, no one could take the initiative to stop or slow down the rhythm.

Otherwise, it is very likely that someone will be injured under the traction of the four-person motor. However, Wang Huan was already on the verge of collapse at this time, and if he continued to follow their rhythm, he was afraid that he would exhaust his mental strength and die in less than half a pillar of incense.

And the fate of the four people is connected at this time, and they have entered a mysterious realm - one person has realized the opportunity, and everyone will improve; one person is seriously injured and dies, and the other three will not suffer less than him, and even Wang Mei, who is breaking through the juncture, is likely to go crazy because of this.

Zheng Mo had already seen Wang Mei's situation at this time, and he was even a little resentful of Wang Wan's inadequacy. Although Lu Zhan has always been calmer and self-controlled than Zheng Mo, he can't help but get anxious at this time, he established this kind of qi traction with Wang Mei earlier than Zheng Mo, and naturally understands Wang Mei's situation at this time better than him.

Now in his plan, only the two of them can forcibly stop this mysterious and mysterious realm with their profound skills, so as to ensure that Ah Mei has no worries about his life. As for Wang Huan's life and death, Zheng Mo and Lu Zhan tacitly chose to ignore it at this time.

Just when Lu Zheng and the others glanced at each other, intending to drive the secret method. A low Keting flute slowly joined the tense rhythm. Ke Tingdi's voice was low and soothing, gradually pulling the increasingly high flute sound back to its original rhythm, and Wang Huan's qin sound was gradually replaced after Ke Tingdi joined, and it transitioned to silence peacefully.

It was not that Wang Huan spontaneously and consciously sensed this fatal crisis, but that Meng Zhuo on the side saw the danger between the previous few people, and with a knife, he ended the stubbornness of Wang Huan and several people. The person who played the Ke Ting flute was obviously also very skilled, and he joined in without any disobedience, making the music more and more mellow, and Wang Mei's hearing seemed to fall into a deeper realm.

And with the appearance of Ke Ting Di, a refreshing aroma appeared in the deciduous forest. This fragrance is like flowers and wood, and with the warm body fragrance of the man, mixed together to form this fragrance, which makes Wang Mei's sense of smell instantly join the wonderful illusion.

In the original Xianyuan Divine Comedy, a man slowly walked in, this man was like a warm white light, encompassing everything, as if mixing all the warmth in this world, with his appearance, the previous lightning and thunder actually melted into the light around him.

And the fairy garden, which was originally tending to burst, has gradually regained its vitality. Wang Mei didn't know why, the moment she saw this man, a ball of sweetness appeared in the center of her mouth, which made her more and more immersed in the beautiful dream created by the six desires at this moment, and she didn't want to wake up at all.

In the deciduous forest, Xie Changsheng's addition made Zheng Mo and Lu Zhan breathe a sigh of relief at the same time. Zheng Mo even complained in a voice: "I have already told you to make a move, and you have to wait until Ah Zhan and I are going to fight for your life, isn't Ah Mei your cousin?"

Xie Changsheng only nodded slightly when he heard this, and the dominant melody gradually entered the end. Wang Mei's sword dance gradually listened to the music, and she was even able to put the software back into her waist with instinct, but her person was still immersed in the illusion of the six desires and did not wake up.

Turning over, she was extremely familiar with Xie Changsheng's arm. This move made Zheng Mo and Lu Zhan feel a little uncomfortable in their hearts. When did Ah Mei and Xie Changsheng become so familiar? They didn't even have the slightest defense in their sleep? Is this still the Wang Mei they know?

Meng Zhen sighed helplessly behind him, looked at his almost outstretched arm, and a wry smile bloomed at the corner of his lips, but it was pressed quickly, as if it had never appeared.

Xie Changsheng obviously didn't expect Wang Mei to fall into his arms, and unprepared, he was hit by Wang Mei and stumbled, almost falling to the ground, causing the other three to stare with disdain. However, even if he was despised by his companions, Xie Changsheng's heart was suddenly as warm as a spring breeze in March - Ah Mei chose his arms!

He was about to pick up Wang Mei with a smile, but at the moment of bending over, his body suddenly stiffened, as if he was inadvertently leaning over, and his long hair blocked the bitterness in his eyes, which disappeared a little faster than Meng Zhen's bitter smile. turned around and walked quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Wang Mei was put into the car he was in.

A low murmur was hidden by the falling red leaves, and this murmur was vaguely called: "Ah Yuan, are you here......"