This is the feeling that strings bring to Hua Xiyi, which is very contradictory. It's also pure.

In the midst of the sound of the piano, the snow is flying, painting a beautiful flower scroll, and in the canyon, mysterious forces are tearing each other.

After the temptation. It is the battle between the fox and the dragon, and it is also the battle between Hua Xiyi and the strings.

There is a faint warmth in the sound of the piano, and occasionally it will be mixed with desolation, which is the world that Hua Xiyi plays by herself.

On the other side, the sound of the strings is sometimes solemn, sometimes gentle and longing, and finally it becomes despair, which is the world where strings are played.

And it's always faint, listening to each other without interfering with each other, but in fact, secretly living under the dark, Hua Xiyi admits that she is a sound idiot.

But aren't the strings already dead?

Hua Xiyi thought about it for a while, but it turned out that she was hit by the strings, and the fox she conjured up was also devoured by the golden dragon.

The corners of Hua Xiyi's mouth twitched: Sure enough, in the end, no matter how good the previous thing was, it couldn't change this ending.

And this result is naturally her defeat, such a hasty understanding of things, not thought of by strings.

Under the cloak, the lips were hooked, with a bewildering thought.

She didn't say a word, and when she came, Huanqin stepped out of the snow, and now, when she went back, she also left with the wind and snow.

That cold chill was also withdrawn, and Hua Xiyi lifted Murong Shenjun off her shoulder and put it in her arms.

If she could, Hua Xiyi might be able to see him when his mind was full of black lines.

After the guqin was put away, he hugged the fox, and his face was faintly depressed.

"You said that you didn't have anything to do when you were a human, how could you become a fox and be miserable?" Even with yourself is miserable!

Hua Xiyi complained, and at this time, Murong Shenjun was depressed, so he couldn't figure it out.

Hua Xiyi's strength is not much weaker than that string, but stronger than her.

What he didn't know was that although Hua Xiyi was very strong on the surface, if he wanted to stay on the Yunji Continent, his cultivation would only be comparable to that of the Spirit Emperor, but he could not surpass the Spirit God.

In this world, two rulers are not allowed.

If there is, there will be a war, and even if it wins, it will not be good.

What's more, the people in the upper realm have nothing to do when they are full?

Unless you are in the lower continents, you can encounter a higher space, or a space created by great power.

Maybe it will allow you to touch the threshold of another world.

Just now, she dared to say that strings had touched the threshold of another world thousands of years ago.

It's just that I don't know why she, who is protected by Yunji Heavenly Dao, ended up like this?

Hua Xiyi's mood has flown away, and she walks slowly all the way.

After a long canyon, Hua Xiyi looked at Murong Shenjun in her arms, and then looked ahead.

I couldn't help gritting my teeth: "This is the back door?" ”

Murong Shenjun didn't know why, and poked a head out of her arms, and the narrow fox eyes were the most calm.

Murong Shenjun also saw the surging sea-like world in front of him, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Well, maybe someone found out that you were going through the back door, right? So. Murong Shenjun lowered his head again, and his words were already clear.

And what else can Hua Xiyi do besides gritting her teeth?

In front of it was a very long stream of gray water, exuding a faint smell of death.

"Are you sure this is a level, not a deadly level?" Hua Xiyi looked at the big flowing water in front of her depressedly

Murong Shenjun's little fox eyes twitched, and his little head nodded.

But he thought in his heart, he didn't know, but he had occasionally heard others mention it before, so he took it with him.