The music got closer and closer, and the green-skinned old man rolled on the spot and disappeared without a trace. The tree beauty folded her hands, put the book away, turned her arms back into branches, and the beauty's face disappeared from the trunk of the tree, and she became a genus again.

All this is telling Han Qingge that the comer is not simple.

She whispered, "Lan Wei, don't move. ”

Lan Wei completely hid himself in his wings and said softly, "I know. ”

He had just hidden, and the two lanterns at the front were already less than a hundred feet away from Han Qingge. Lanterns floated past her, and on each side of the lantern was a pair of small men in large white robes and white scarves with bells in their hands, dancing to the music.

The expressions of these villains are quite strange, their expressions are vivid and exaggerated, their joys and sorrows are wonderful, but there is no sparkle in their eyes.

Halfway through the march of the villain and the jumping lantern, the embraced Daxu finally arrived in front of him, carried by four monsters in the shape of Pixiu, and a string of copper bells hung on each of the four corners. The tulle was surrounded by countless fireflies, and the faint halo made the people inside more lazy.

Han Qingge held her breath, and when Da Xuan passed in front of her, she didn't even move her eyes. A hand came out of the tulle, and the knots were distinct and pale, and he nodded at her a little, and then withdrew it.

Immediately, four villains and two lanterns staggered towards Han Qingge. The lantern was shining, and the villain held her leg and pulled it up, but she tried several times without success.

The white-clothed villain snorted a few times towards Da Xu, the hand stretched out again, the palm of the hand was gently raised, Han Qingge flew up by himself, and the four villains happily resisted her on their shoulders, and stepped back into the team in the void.

The four little people carried her behind Da Xu, the tulle was blown by the wind and scratched her face and neck, and there was a sudden coldness on her face, she felt someone touching her face, and suddenly the hairs on her body stood up.

Fortunately, the other party just touched it and took it back, and there was no other action. She didn't know how long she had been walking, but all she could see was the endless night, until the day gradually turned white, and her eyes became dark, and the top became a well-cut stone top, as if she had entered a cave.

The road around her became narrower and narrower, and she had been lying flat at first until her head and feet were tilted down, and this path became extremely steep, and the two little men in white who carried her upper body flew into the air and grabbed her shoulders so that she would not slide down.

This strange posture was convenient for her to observe the surrounding environment, only to see that all sides were extremely smooth stone walls, each line was only a hundred steps, and a three-foot square lattice appeared on the left and right, and the little people in white shrank and jumped in, each time they met more than a dozen people, and a few people.

The further down they went, the fewer people there became, until they finally stopped when only the four little people carrying Han Qingge were left.

The four of them put her on the ground, it was a small stone room, there were a few Dongzhu embedded in the wall, and the big silk took up most of the place, and after the four people put him down, they retreated to the Yongdaokou, and their appearance changed, becoming four stone maids. The four monsters pressed down into a four-bottle base and carried the big rope on it.

After they all returned to their positions, the tulle was automatically pulled up, and the person inside revealed his true face, only to see that he was dressed in a dragon robe with a black background and a crown on his head, and he was actually dressed as an emperor in the world.

This person leaned on the big silk, looked at her with interest, and also looked at the words on her body, his brows furrowed, Han Qingge secretly thought about Yi Xiao's ghost talisman, maybe he didn't recognize what it was.

He didn't say a word for a long time, Xu was tired of reading, yawned and closed his eyes.

Slept?

Han Qingge was a little puzzled, why did he carry her back? Thinking about it again, maybe he just regarded her as a monument on the side of the road, and he happened to lack a monument.

In fact, for her, it is the same everywhere, maybe it is better here, without the sun and rain. She was just worried about Lan Wei, the green-skinned monster old man was eyeing his wings, he had just broken his leg and was seriously injured, and his wings were just connected and unfamiliar, what should he do?

"Be quiet, you're so noisy that I can't sleep. He didn't open his eyes or speak, but the voice sounded directly in her head. But she didn't speak.

The man's voice came to her head again, "What you're thinking is bothering me. ”

Han Qingge was depressed for a while, it's okay not to speak, but this thought can't be stopped.

The man slowly opened his eyes, and the voice still sounded in her head: "In that case, I will help you." ”

Han Qingge said uneasily: "What are you going to do?"

As soon as the words fell, a palace immediately appeared in the mind of the cold song, and there were mountains and plains made of agate jewels, as well as rivers made of fine wine. In this corner of the palace, several musicians are playing, and the music is exactly the same as the beating of the little man in white.

The man nodded slightly to the music, and slowly closed his eyes.

What is this? She can't move her body, and even her brain is taken?

The thought struck her on the temple, and she exhaled in pain and scolded, "What are you going to do?"

The man's left palm was volleyed horizontally, she was hit in the back of the neck, and she lost consciousness and fainted in front of her, but the musician Hua Chi in her brain was still there.

Finally quiet.

The man closed his eyes, and the sound of music in his ears was curling, just in time to sleep.

But before half a cup of tea, the music was out of tune, and every stroke of the musician on the strings was like cutting steel with a knife, noisy and harsh, and every sound seemed to pierce the eardrum.

His eyes opened again, this time literally, just in time to see the plaything he had just acquired staring at him.

He got up a little, and the look on the board was different.

The musician Hua Chi stuffed into her brain couldn't sense it anymore, but he felt her anger. He licked his lips, he was familiar with such an aura.

"It's kind of interesting. The man finally spoke with his mouth, and his voice was exceptionally nice.

Han Qingge's eyes moved slightly, his gaze was gloomy, the man got up and leaned half of his body, his left palm was pressed weakly, Han Qingge was suddenly pressed down in half, his legs were inserted into the stone wall, and the corners of his mouth were blistering with blood.

The smell of blood made the man's eyes change, he swallowed his saliva, his eyes swelled, and with a wave of his right sleeve, Han Qingge flew upside down and hit the wall, blood flowing out of the back of his head.

The man was in a big hurry, and the smell of blood was too tempting.

Han Qingge suddenly opened his mouth wide and let out a sharp scream, the whistle hit the door of his head, the stone room shook violently, the wall was shaken out of the crack, the man retreated half a step, and four copper bells immediately appeared in front of him, the copper bells shook, the bells stirred, and quickly suppressed her whistle.

The copper bell flew to Han Qingge's side and surrounded her, the bell rang sharply, and the bell body glowed orange and yellow. If you look closely, you can see that on each of the brass bells is a small person, with his hands folded and words in his mouth.

Han Qingge's mouth slowly closed, the whistling sound was pressed in his throat, his pupils were blue and purple, his expression was hideous, and his whole body trembled violently, as if he wanted to break free.

Four little men in white arrived at her at some point, quickly gagged her mouth, and tripped her up.

The man drew a circle in his hand, and the four copper bells slowly compressed to the middle, and Han Qingge's figure slowly shrank, and finally became the size of the little man in white, and they lifted her up, floated out of the stone room, and threw her into the lattice in the wall.

The man withdrew the bell and muttered, "Interesting. ”