The black-clothed men were all rolling on the ground, bleeding from seven holes, struggling, the blood in their bodies was flowing backwards, their veins were broken, and they were wailing on the ground and begging for mercy.

However, the sound of the piano continued, like a talisman from hell, trying to destroy their lives.

Slowly, slowly, time is flowing, and the torment is receding......

I don't know how long it took, but those black-clothed people were slowly tortured by the sound of the demon chasing Yue's piano one by one, their muscles and veins were broken, the seven holes were bleeding, and their internal strength was completely lost and they died.

Seeing that the last man in black had lost his movements, Mo Zhuyue stopped the piano in his hand and shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity, I haven't played enough." ”

In a word, it is soft, as gentle as gentle spring water watering the earth, but the 50,000 people behind it are creepy one by one.

How the more than ten black-clothed people died in front of them, and how tragic the death was, they all saw it in their eyes, struggling one by one, until they didn't have any strength......

was tortured like this, and Mo Zhuyue even said that it was boring? Not having fun?

Everyone had long heard that Mo Zhuyue was a dual-line magician, and they had also heard that she had killed Ye Shuang, the only genius summoner of Nansang Academy, in a battle, and she had long been famous in the Firmament Continent.

In the past few days, she has been softly snuggling in Long Canghao's carriage, occasionally coming out and walking around or supported by Long Canghao, like a delicate daughter, everyone seems to have forgotten her Nansang Academy's fame.

But now, hearing her cold-blooded and ruthless words, everyone only trembled in their hearts, and finally understood why she stood so naturally beside the cold and ruthless King Cang, because her cold-blooded ruthlessness was not lost to the King Cang at all.

Suddenly, everyone sighed in their hearts, but fortunately, their dissatisfaction with Mo Zhuyue in the past few days has not been expressed, otherwise, it is estimated that they don't know how they died.

Mo Zhuyue looked at the dead people on the ground lightly, and pouted a little boringly: "Come on, go search them and see if there is any suspicious evidence." ”

Who wants to kill her, it's nothing more than a few people, and there is not much difference between finding out and not finding out.

These people are dead soldiers, and there won't be a single clue on them.

Sure enough, Long Ying carefully checked it, and finally died without a problem.

Mo Zhuyue waved his hand: "It's boring, pile them up in a pile and burn them on fire!" ”

With the support of Long Canghao, Mo Zhuyue returned to the carriage, and the people of the large army continued to advance.

Mo Zhuyue was still snuggled in Long Canghao's arms, and Long Canghao put her slender fingers in her hands to play: "Cang, you say, who sent those dead soldiers just now?" ”

Long Canghao didn't raise her eyebrows, and put her finger between her fingers, as if her fingers were exquisite porcelain: "No matter who it is, their purpose has not been achieved. But these people are not very capable, maybe their ability is better than that of others. Judging by their clothes, they don't look like Nanyue's people. ”

"So, is that someone from the Heavenly Star Hall?"

Long Canghao snorted disdainfully: "As far as I know, the people in Tianxing Hall are all amazing characters, these little minions shouldn't have such great ability." ”

If it's not someone from Tianxing Hall, it's not someone from Nanyue, who will it be?

Suddenly, Mo Zhuyue thought of someone.