After walking for a long time, everyone came to an ice crystal palace, which was crystal clear, and it was completely embedded in the mountains, and there was no sense of disobedience.

Seeing the Ice Crystal Palace, a flash of inspiration flashed in the mind of the Hacker Flower, and in this Ice Crystal Palace, there must be the "Black Beauty" they need.

She smiled knowingly, showed her two little tiger teeth, and nodded to Suiyuan Gongzi, and the two looked at each other and smiled, understanding what the other party meant.

For some reason, the hacker's heart beat faster for a while, her little face was crimson, and her beautiful and delicate little face was beautiful.

The Gorilla Monster told everyone to stop and wait, and he went in to announce.

Soon, the scarlet beast returned to the palace gate and invited everyone in.

The Flower of the Hacker and the Son of Fate walked in the front, and everyone entered.

The ice crystal palace is surrounded by colorful lights, scorching and shining, and the indoor temperature is warm and warm, surrounded by pots of green plants, and purple plant veins are flying.

A handsome young man, reclining on a bed of amethysts, dressed in a golden silk gown and shiny clothes, did not add a touch of worldliness to him, but made him look at it extremely graceful.

The wheat-tooth-colored skin can be blown and broken, the corners of the mouth that seem to be smiling are slightly upturned, a pair of starry eyes are slightly narrowed, and the corners of the eyes are full of amorousness.

This young man looks really demonic, his beauty is completely different from the outer softness and inner rigidity of the son of Suiyuan, and his whole person is a soft word.

The softness of the teenager is natural, without a trace of artificiality, so natural, so coquettish. He is like a cloud on the horizon, as if it is far away and spontaneous, as if it is close but unattainable.

"Sit down!"

The boy got up from the bed, sat down at a table, and pointed to the large round table where Tuan Tuan was round. Ten chairs were placed in turn, and everyone sat down according to their words, and the atmosphere was very harmonious, as if they were going home, without politeness or pretentiousness.

"I'm a prisoner cow, you should be here for the black beauty, right?"

The young man's voice is very good, tactful and melodious, and he smells like a clear spring dripping water, which is refreshing.

The big-bellied monk bowed slightly: "The son is the prisoner cow?"

The corners of the young man's eyes flew upwards: "Call me a prisoner, what adults and villains, they are all the names that you laymen like, I am just an idiot who loves music and takes music as his life." ”

The pot-bellied monk didn't know how to pick up the topic for a while, and the room fell silent for a while.

The young boy raised his hand: "Serve the wine!"

The maid next to him went down, and after a while, the table was full of all kinds of vegetables and fruits, delicious seafood, and he smiled wickedly: "I don't eat meat here, you forgive me!"

The pot-bellied monk picked up the wine in front of the table, sniffed it, and sighed: "The old man only likes to drink, it doesn't matter if there are others or not, wow, it's really good wine!"

The pot-bellied monk seems to be unable to resist the temptation of fine wine, unable to control his hands, and unable to control his mouth. drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, then looked at the young man, slapped his mouth lightly, and looked depressed: "The real elixir and jade liquid, see that the old man can't control his mouth, damn it!"

The young boy laughed: "I like to be casual and reckless, you must be free and unrestrained when you are here!"

Yu Feiyan likes to be free and loose the most, and after listening to the words of the young man, whether it is true or fake, she picked up a fruit that looked like she was covered in long hair, but it was red and attractive, and stuffed it into her mouth: "Hmm······ It's delicious, wow, what kind of fruit is this, and why is it so delicious?"

The young man picked up a red fruit and threw it into his mouth, and said mysteriously, "You squint your eyes and feel the ······"

Yu Feiyan narrowed her slender eyes, a very nice song flowed in her body, cheerful, happy, like a thousand horses galloping, sometimes unrestrained and enthusiastic, sometimes whistling by, she felt that the internal organs in her body were burning like a fire, Yu Feiyan was so crisp that she wanted to leap and want to burn herself clean.

"It's so warm! It's a cheerful feeling! It's really hot and unrestrained!" Yu Feiyan clapped her little hands with a cheerful face.

The young boy took the case: "Red as fire, bright as the sun, innocent sex, and spicy, you deserve this deficit!"

Yu Feiyan has a bright apricot face, as bright as a peach and plum, and her starry eyes are shining: "Are you praising me? Such a handsome and extraordinary, beautiful young man is actually praising me, great!"

The laughter of the prisoner cow demon, there is only one kind of laughter, this is a kind of laughter that can make the mountains and rivers and the sky all lose color, this kind of laughter is brilliant and dazzling, can make the stars and moon dull, and make the ice and snow melt.

Mo Shanghua picked up a strange-looking orange fruit from the table, a big one, held it in the palm of his hand, and sucked it slowly.

Mo Shanghua felt the warm music and embraced her with selfless love. A delicate and soft nature peculiar to motherhood envelops her, it is an orange music, like a warm current, from the most selfless and intimate love between heaven and earth.

Mo Shanghua has no mother since she was a child, and she has never felt maternal love, it was her adoptive father who gave her love and the ability to survive, so that she had the prosperity and supreme power of the world prematurely. However, she has never experienced maternal love, when she is stripped from her mother's **, this life is like a leaf, destined for this life, she can have everything, but she can never have her mother's love.

And the music produced by this little orange fruit made her feel her mother's love, the most important and real love in the warm world, the source of all life, the source of inexhaustible love.

Mo Shanghua sobbed softly, the coldness on her face gradually melted, and she bathed in an orange ocean of love.

"Make up for love with love, only love to keep, nourish the heart with the heart, and be clear with the heart. ”

The melodious voice of the prison cow is naturally made of staves, with a warm rhythm, inputting a bright orange love into everyone's hearts, which is like a mother**, the warmest true love in the world.

The flower of hacking is the most perceptive in music, and at this time, she has been lost in this warm sea of music, and her obsessive eyes are like mountains and rivers meeting bosom friends.

Looking at the prison cow, she said slowly: "Prisoner, color can be associated with music and produce a common feeling. These musical fruits, they carry the most primitive innocence in life, let us feel the most needed power in this life formed by the absence with a pure heart. This is your music, it shocks everyone, it's so beautiful! Your Magic Sound Valley is worthy of being the Magic Sound Valley. ”

The prisoner laughed: "What is lost has never been lost, and what has never been had." The world is like a dream, you and I are like a fake. ”

The big-bellied monk smiled: "When the fake is true, the truth is also false, there is no truth, there is no falsehood, there is no attachment, there is no thought, the prisoner is translated from the tangible to the invisible, and there is the tangible everywhere in the invisible, it is indeed high!"

The young man smiled wickedly, looked at the flower of hackers, and stopped talking.

Everyone tasted all kinds of fruits with the sound of music and enjoyed these wonderful music, but they were left out in the cold by wine and seafood.

The young boy suddenly spoke: "You can sit here today and enjoy the fruits of these wonderful music because you have broken through the desire in your heart and can create your own world with music. ”

"Break through your desires?" the pot-bellied monk thought of something, and for a moment he was distracted with his wine glass.

The young man didn't say much, and turned sideways to look at Tang Zhencai: "Tang Gongzi, can you let me have a look at your music artifact!"

Tang Zhencai really didn't expect that the prisoner at this time would suddenly mention his musical instrument, he didn't have time to think about it, took out the music box from his arms and handed it to the prisoner.

The prisoner took it with a smile, a wicked smile, and he raised his hand and waved a piece of heart-warming background music.

With the change of genre, the flower of hackers sensed the loneliness of heroes from the sound of music, which was a kind of loneliness that had been enjoyed for thousands of years, and at the highest point, there was an incomparable fall.

The heart of the flower of the hacker was then lost······ Falling into the abyss, shattered into slag.

A golden dragon hovered upward, its golden scales shining with the light of divine music. Those golden eyes, through the heavy black mist, penetrated the soul of the flower of hackers.

These golden eyes, I don't know when, have already entered the depths of the soul of the hacker flower.

Extremely beautiful music, the hacker flower is broken into a little heart, and gradually recovered. Entangled with it, this is a kind of soul resonance, these golden eyes, make the flower of hackers deeply lost.

It is a wonderful feeling that the breath returns to the body of the hacker flower and the soul is ecstatic. The music of the Prison Cow makes the Hacker Flower experience life and death, death and life, and then rebirth, and even the reshaping of the soul······

"You've got control of the instrument?"

Tang Zhencai was taken aback, imprisoned in the midst of talking and laughing, and had already used his mental power to interpret extremely ethereal music.

The prisoner stared at the flower of hackers, and said faintly: "Among you, Tang Gongzi's music box can be called a musical artifact, and I am very tempted. The other is the hacker flower, she is the goddess of music, and I am also very tempted, you want to take the black beauty, you can! ”

"What?" the Hacker Flower was taken aback when she heard this, staring at the captive cow with her beautiful eyes.

The prison cow was in a trance for a while: "Knowing music and knowing people, hearing sound and knowing rhyme, heaven and earth, who can match me, there is no one else in this world except you." ”

The cynical and demonic smile of the prison cow is extremely serious at this time, and the charming eyes like spring flowers are staring at the flower of hackers affectionately.

"You're going to leave me before you hand over the Black Beauty?"

She can sacrifice her life to accompany the prison cows, and as the commander of the orange cat's orders, she must complete the task of finding the nine gems and turn things around in order to regain her freedom.

"I have always had no desires, but you and Tang Gongzi's music box has made me want to possess it. ”

The young boy blinked his beautiful eyes like flowers, as if everything he said was taken for granted, and what he wanted would definitely be obtained.

Sui Yuan Gongzi asked, "Of the two, shall we leave one of them?" and you will hand over the black beauty to us, if we don't agree?"