The black-clothed knight, even with a wide black hat, could not hide his amorous face. The wide coat, walking on the top of an uninhabited mountain, the sleeves are full of wind, and you can see the grace of this black-clothed knight.

Her long black hair peeked out of the brim of her hat and landed on either side of her dress. The black robe covered his whole body, and the black robe was scattered with withered marks, a withered appearance stained with blood.

In the hands of the knight, the palms were red with blood, as if holding a blood-red heart, but there was nothing else in the palms.

Step by step, it makes people feel that this chivalrous man is like a walking corpse, and losing half of his heart is not enough to describe.

The naïve child was as quiet as ever, sitting on the top of the hill and watching the knights coming in front of him, not crying for help or crying because of the coming.

The knight's eyes were staring straight ahead, his eyes vacant, not noticing the child sitting in front of him.

A kick, as if kicking something foreign, made the originally empty eyes pass away.

The child under his feet is so weak, as long as he kicks it, it is effortless, and this little life can disappear from the world.

The knight thinks that he is so ruthless that he can kill the little demon he cares about with his own hands, let the men who honor him renew his life, and in order to save himself, he even burns his palace himself.

His little demons, such as Yang Liu Yiyi, can always give him the feeling of spring breeze, so that he has a trace of warmth in this battle for hegemony in the world. It's just that after he strengthened that belief, he always warned himself not to be trapped by the love of his children, just like those stupid lovers, who gave up the great cause and returned to the mountains and forests with the beautiful woman.

He didn't stay with the little demon and went to that big war alone, the big war he provoked between heaven and earth, that big war, he lost a lot, he not only lost everything he had, but also his little demon.

His little demon volunteered to use his heart to restore his 10,000-year-old strength, so that he would not turn into dust in this war, and there would be no trace of the world.

She is obviously a goblin made of willows, she should be as cold as a cool breeze, and she can ignore anyone, and only dance with the wind in spring. It's obviously like this in front of others, but the little demon will always be coquettish in front of him, drunk and gentle, which is inevitable after the little demon is coquettish every time.

Now, the chivalrous man regrets it the most, and that sentence lingers in his ears, softly, without any resentment.

"The heart is for you, you can always concentrate on me again."

The willow is green, but the demon heart is red.

His little demon, how pitiful, for his own glance, can give his sincerity. And how cruel he is, cruelty to innocent people, provoking wars between heaven and earth, for his own selfish desires.

The knight looked at the child at his feet, the child was very small, as if he had been abandoned at birth.

He remembered that his little demon had told him not to always put resentment and desire in front of him, and that it might be more beneficial to be more kind.

The little demon is so kind-hearted, but he is so indifferent to the little demon. He didn't even tell the little demon about the battle, and he didn't want to look at the little demon before going to war.

The yin owl in his eyes swirled, hating his ruthlessness, resenting his indifference, and complaining about why he had failed everyone and the little demon.

The knight squatted down and picked up the child on the ground with one hand, the child was very light, and it did not have any weight in his hands, but at the moment it was full of weight in his heart.

He didn't expect that a person would come to this deserted valley without people, he who had been abandoned by heaven and earth, who was abandoned by the little demon, would meet the same abandoned children in the wilderness.

I don't know what kind of unjust crime I have committed, so that those who are at ease because they are living in the world will be reduced to the sin of Zhuang.

The child was in the knight's arm, and he made eye contact with the knight.

Two people with vague backgrounds, their already cloudy eyes, are so clear when they look at each other at this moment.

"Hahahaha." The knight laughed.

He hugged the child with both hands and said to the child in his hand: "Perhaps, you are the hope that the little demon called me to live." ”

The knight had already decided to come to a barren mountain and be martyred for the little demon. The departure of the little demon is the one he is most reluctant to let die in this war between heaven and earth.

He also thought that he would die in this battle, he had already set up an enchantment in that palace, and he also hoped that if he died in the battle, the little demon would not be discovered and could live well.

But the little demon was still so disobedient, she actually broke the barrier by herself and found the location of the battle.

At that time, the gods suppressed him, and the disciples he led were long gone.

The majestic gods, the mana is even more profound, turning their hands into clouds and covering their hands for rain, it is not a problem.

At that time, he was still a god, a vast world, and he governed the hustle and bustle of the world, creating sound bamboo for heaven and earth. The flute is in the hand, and the beautiful music of the world comes out of the mouth.

The silk and bamboo are pleasant, he is the Mo Shanglangjun, and he doesn't need white clothes to be confused.

He traveled all over the world, the orchestra and silk bamboo were all in his hands, and Hongchen was fascinated by his music.

At that time, he was a real chivalrous man, and he met the little demon on the mortal Hualou ship.

The little demon was fun, so he danced for the flower building, and he also indulged it, became the little guy, and accompanied the little demon.

There have long been gods in the heavenly realm who are not accustomed to his good mountains and rivers, and secretly ridicule him for loving wind and dust, mundane miscellaneous songs, and not worthy of being the noble god and admired by everyone.

is the female accompaniment of the Red Dust Song, and it is even more intolerable for heaven.

He was condemned to leave the land of dust and play his noble music.

But how can there be any noble music in the world, the tune of silk and bamboo, because everyone has rarely heard of it, it will seem unpredictable, and it will become a rare noble and virtuous.

Because they don't understand, they have the height that everyone looks up to, but the hypocritical gods say that it is noble.

His music is not noble again, the song is matched, the little demon likes to be lively, and the song is naturally active.

The so-called noble is just that the listener hopes that he is noble. He's not a hypocritical god, and he can't play the nobility of that class.

The knight is still singing and dancing for heaven and earth in that flower building.

The noble god came to this tawy flower building to take away the god who played noble music, but stumbled upon the willow fairy who was singing and dancing for everyone.

The willow demon is slender, dancing and dancing, it is actually the style of the world, which is fascinating. On the banks of the river, there were the mortal men who cheered for their hand dances, and the one who sat on the bow of the boat played for them was the god who played the noble music of heaven and earth.

His playing, the melodious sound of the orchestral silk and bamboo, was originally intended to eliminate the complexity of the world, but now it has become the beautiful sound in the mouths of those mountain gods.

The noble gods saw through the low mana of the willow demon, so they wanted to secretly do it.

Although the chivalrous man plays, it is three points in the piano and seven points in the demon. Qin is in love, and he naturally pays attention to the dance of the little demon all the time.

The dance was all the rage, causing the cheers of the people on the shore and drowning out his playing.

As soon as the willow demon danced, he fell in love with the chivalrous guest, and his footsteps gave birth to lotus, and he jumped beside the handsome little Langjun who was playing.

The knight suddenly blushed and his heart jumped, and even the pipa in his hand trembled a little.

How could the noble gods endure such inferior sounds, their ears were naturally nourished by silk and bamboo, and such a cheesy song was an insult and torture to them.

The dark arrow flew towards the happy little demon, which was a deadly momentum.

The knight suddenly stood up, and the fingertips that he played on the pipa Xuan had a little bit of ruthlessness, and he actually popped out a little bit of force, and with a whirlwind, he blocked the sharp arrow.

The willow demon danced happily and jumped to the side of Xiao Langjun holding the pipa, and Xiao Langjun simply handed the pipa to the willow demon.

There is mana on the lute, and presumably those noble gods can't do anything with that little demon.

The noble gods are willing to talk about the way of heaven with this chivalrous god, and they like his noble music, which is heard by the gods and immortals.

At present, the sound god is no longer noble, and his music, as heard by the layman, is the sound of the gods, how can it be worthy of entering the ears of the gods.

The noble god was mighty: "Zhai Zhe, if you are obsessed with it again, you will open the divine book and expel it from the heavenly realm." ”

The sound god who was standing at the bow of the ship was unimpressed, and he even decided that this group of hypocritical gods was ridiculous.

"The music I play to you is no different here, and you are nothing more than a god's gesture to belittle this mortal."

"Whether it is a god or a worldly person, music is always music, there is no noble one, you can hear it, they can hear it."

The knight looked at the noble god still with his sharp arrows, and thought about the death of the little demon he cared about.

He was angry, he was angry at the hypocrisy of this group of noble gods.

The flute appeared in his hand, and the merry chivalrous Xiao Langjun and the willow demon who rebounded the pipa were a match made in heaven.

The two instruments are combined, the heaven and the earth are good, the beautiful couple, and the heaven and the earth are together.

The noble gods could not defeat the flute player and the lute spirit, and they fled.

returned to the heavenly realm and opened the knight's divine book.

The famous Celestial Sound God Monarch has become a true chivalrous expulsion from the Celestial Realm.

He took the little demon and wandered in the mortal world, and the folk dance workshop quietly rose, and the silk and bamboo were elegant, and he was famous in the capital.

But the music of the knights was so pleasant that the gods who claimed to be noble could no longer get used to hearing the music of others, so they thought that the willow fairy would disappear quietly, and perhaps they would hear the noble music again.

The noble gods do not want to hear the same song as mortals, they are so noble that as long as they are stained by the world, they are not like them.

Even the re-admission of the knight was the final decision they had been deliberating for a long time. They can accept the knight back to the heavenly realm, but they want those who have heard the music of the knight to cut off their ears.

Even the Willow Demon, as an evil demon who seduces chivalry, has even arranged the way to die.

Even if he is reduced to a wanderer in the mortal world, the chivalrous man with his beloved little demon is satisfied.

The conspiracy quietly arises, like a prelude to an unfamiliar music, which is unpredictable.

The song and dance workshop, dancing day and night, the fairyland on earth, is here.

The sound of glamour, spreading all over the city, noble gods, sinful world.