The melody was mixed with spiritual power, turning into thousands of needles and piercing the hearts of the soldiers who stepped forward.

There was a long needle in Ye Qinzhu's arms, which was given to her by Li Jian.

"If you don't want to die too ugly, you can stick this needle in your temple before it's too late. ”

"That way, your whole body will die quickly from exhaustion, naturally, including the worms that inhabit you. ”

"The silkworm Gu will not only stay in your body, but also drill into your various tissues, once the Gu worm enters the brain, it will be difficult for the gods to save it. ”

"Once you hear the rustling sound in your ears, Miss Zhu, you have to make a decision. ”

At that time, Li Jian seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, sat on the chair in a daze, and said helplessly.

Is this just that, like green silk turning into snow at dusk, passing away in an instant? Ye Qinzhu pinched the needle and smiled bitterly.

At the very beginning of the flute, all the movements of Yang Qingjue's hands stopped.

The voice was like a scream at thousands of people, and it was like an accusation against him alone.

Just like at that time in Moqin Academy, a girl in a green shirt held a bamboo flute and smiled.

"There is no one in this world who can play this song except me. ”

In the past two years, Ye Qinzhu has also been instigated to play a tune, but every time she raises the bamboo flute, she simply plays a few scales, and then lets go.

"I forgot. "I don't even remember a complete tune." ”

In the past two years, Xiao Qi has entered the tent countless times, and he can see Yang Qingjue holding a flute and putting it between his lips, but he doesn't make a sound.

"If it's a good rhythm, why don't you play it?" Xiao Qi asked.

"I'll never blow this tune. Yang Qingjue chuckled and shook her head, Xun Fei's jade mask was attached to her face, and she smiled warmly.

"So far, I'm the only one who knows this song. ”

She didn't forget, Ye Qinzhu never forgot the tune she once stood in Moqin Courtyard and stammered.

At that time, Yang Qingjue was beside her, and Sister Lan lived next door.

Moqin Academy, the capital, and countless people around Ye Qinzhu, she has not forgotten them.

"I'm Ye Qinzhu. ”

She looked at the tip of the needle steadily, smiled and raised her hand to her temple.

Yang Qingjue didn't hear Wu Yong calling him, nor did he hear the rest of the voices.

Almost as if flying, he left his position and rushed in the direction where the flute sounded.

He tore off the mask from his face and ran wildly.

At this moment, his mind was full of the tune that lingered in his memory.

It's hard to express.

It's hard to express.

In the whole world, only two people know the tune.

It's hard to express.

It's her.

Bamboo.

Ye Qinzhu stabbed forward violently, casually plunging the long needle into the other person's head.

The few strands of black hair that the man exposed turned white in an instant, and he collapsed limply to the ground, pulling out like a dead fish.

Ye Qinzhu slowly raised his eyes, and his jade arm waved, cutting off the heads of the people around him one by one as if cutting vegetables.

A sneer still hung into her lips, as if mocking the momentary laxity of the men when they saw her preparing to kill herself.

It's sad, it's ridiculous, does anyone still think that she will be afraid of the pain of being torn?

Eventually, she ran out of energy.

She regained her footing in the crowd and calmly swept past those who had tried to approach but did not dare to move their feet, and spread her hands.

The moment he let go, the long sword fell to the ground, and the bamboo flute also fell to the ground.

She raised her head, looked at the sky with a pair of eyes, smiled and opened her hand, and the relieved Anguo soldier rushed forward with weapons in hand, ready to kill her again.

This time, she was really going to die.

There is no chance of rebirth, it is complete death.

There was a rustling sound in his ears as promised, and Ye Qinzhu smiled bitterly and pressed his temples to suppress the urge to scream.

She closed her eyes and waited for the cold weapon to pierce her.

She knew how it felt, but it wasn't for a long time before she experienced it again.

Ye Qinzhu opened his eyes in disbelief, and could only see that in the black oppressive color in front of him, someone broke through a ray of skylight.

Shu brocade purple clothes, wrong gold, silver and blue shirts, purple gold wearing a glass crown, and an emerald jade pendant tied around the waist.

The eyebrows are like willow leaves, the eyes are like stars, the skin is like mutton fat, and the lips are like blood donations.

There was a man who hung silently in the air, looking down.

Ye Qinzhu looked at the man, and the man was also looking at her.

There was a loud bang, and all the soldiers who stepped forward exploded.

The unthinkable happened.

The man's expression was very strange, but Ye Qinzhu's expression was even stranger.

She took a step forward and two steps back, the corners of her mouth rising wildly, but the tears in her eyes couldn't stop rolling out.

Yang Qingjue fell from the sky.

With a rustle in her ears, she tilted her head and slowly stretched out her hand.

"Jue?" she said uncertainly.

It's most likely just a hallucination, she says.

Yang Qingjue died, died early.

Maybe he is a dead man now, and Lang Jun, who has not crossed the Nai He Bridge, has come all the way to meet her.

Or maybe the Gu worm had entered her brain, giving her such a crazy hallucination.

A burst of warmth suddenly came from the cold fingertips, and Ye Qinzhu couldn't help but shrink back.

Immediately, a strong force struck and pulled her into an embrace.

"Bamboo. A voice said.

Ye Qinzhu's tears were completely stopped, and then what swept through his body was boundless fear.

The noise seemed to rise again, and the loud shouts of the enemy almost suppressed the noise in her ears.

She raised her head and grabbed Yang Qingjue's face with red eyes.

She touched, warm, soft.

With a faint pain in her brain, she screamed and pushed Yang Qingjue away hard.

"Bamboo!" she heard someone's voice suddenly anxious.

"Get out of here, get out of here!" she panicked, and drilled into the place where there were many enemies.

Come on, hurry up and come on, anyone.

Kill her, kill her!

Kill Gu worms before they entered her brain, devoured all her sanity, and killed her screaming and convulsing.

Ye Qinzhu fled in front, and Yang Qingjue chased behind, treating everyone around him as nothing.

It's like the little fool who ran happily on the side of the street when she first saw her once upon a time, and the boy who chased after her with a wry smile.

Ye Qinzhu couldn't escape Yang Qingjue after all, and in a sudden dizziness, she was firmly held in her arms.

"Bamboo, bamboo!" Yang Qingjue hugged the person in his arms tightly and shouted in a low voice.

"Get out!" Ye Qinzhu screamed, "I'm not Ye Qinzhu, I don't know you?"

Yang Qingjue was stunned for a moment, and then saw her suddenly cover her head, and then hugged the girl who wanted to break free from him with more strength.

In the two years of correspondence, he always felt a sense of familiarity.

He had guessed that Fang Su had someone there he wanted to meet, but he had never dared to think so boldly.

He increased the force on the crook of his arm again and again, preventing the girl from escaping.

"Bamboo, bamboo obedient, let's go home first, okay?" he touched his restless back and whispered.

Ye Qinzhu shook his head desperately, and there was a deep despair in his eyes.

She grabbed Yang Qingjue's arm and shouted in an almost pleading tone:

"Let go of me, Jue, please. ”

She didn't want it, she didn't want it before she could die calmly, when someone suddenly told her that someone was looking for her, and the people she missed were also missing her.

It's so ironic!

It's horrible......