[Ran^Text^Library] Chapter Eighty-Four: The Exorcism of the Sound of the Piano

Flowers are like falling in love with the willow and the wind, and they become obsessed with it. "樂" Wen "Xiao" said|

Feng Linglang fell in love with flowers, and forgot his revenge because of obsession.

Wang Qinqin broke free from Feng Linglang's arms and stood on the ground.

I saw Wang Qinqin beckoning, a light flashed in his palm, and the lyre appeared.

Seeing the lyre, Wang Qinqin's eyes flashed with a look of determination, and he did not hesitate.

Sitting down cross-legged, putting the lyre on his knees, Wang Qinqin's ten fingers suddenly moved.

Wang Qinqin's ten jade fingers, slow at first, gradually became fast, like butterflies piercing flowers, and began to move rapidly.

Wang Qinqin's eyes slowly closed, but the movements in his hands still did not stop, jumping and flying on the strings flexibly.

As her eyes closed, Wang Qinqin's face quickly turned pale, and in the end, she couldn't even see a little blood.

And Wang Qinqin's seal hall gradually turned red, as if there was a fire, gradually smoldering, more and more red.

When the red color is condensed to a certain extent, it can be faintly distinguished, and it is a drop of red and bright blood.

As soon as it appeared, this drop of essence blood began to boil, and the demonic energy in the void was sucked by it as if it had been guided.

After a while, the essence and blood became more and more red, and Wang Qinqin's face also became bloodless and pale.

Wang Qinqin's eyes opened suddenly, and the essence blood on her forehead, the moment her eyes opened, splashed on the seven-colored strings of the lyre.

The blood fell on the lyre, splashed and scattered, split into seven strands, and scattered on the seven strings.

Every drop of blood that is scattered is dispersed from the middle of the string to both ends, and ends at both ends.

The seven-colored strings, which were already shining, became dazzling and exuded a charming brilliance under the infiltration of Wang Qinqin's essence and blood.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple!

And Wang Qinqin's hands moved at this moment, and the lyre made a clear and high-pitched sound under the plucking of Wang Qinqin's fingers.

As soon as this sound came out, the whole world was silent, and only that sound existed.

It's silent.

Whether it was Liu Suifeng and Feng Linglang, who were originally awake, or Hua Wanru, who had been controlled by the demon before, her body was stiff, her eyes were dull, as if she had been robbed of her soul, and she stood there stupidly, as if she was unconscious.

Seeing the reaction of the three of them, the corners of Wang Qinqin's mouth showed a wry smile.

After a wry smile, Wang Qinqin's ten fingers were plucked on the lyre again.

As Wang Qinqin played, the demonic energy in the void, like an elf, continued to condense towards the seven-colored strings, making the red strings redder, the orange strings more orange, the yellow strings more yellow, the green strings greener, the cyan strings greener, the blue strings bluer, and the purple strings purple.

The strings that were lifeless before have now become full of vitality, and under the nourishment of the demonic energy, they have become more and more dazzling.

The sound of the piano rose and fell in the void, Wang Qinqin's face became more and more pale, and the good news was that with the high and low sound of the piano, the demonic energy that plagued Hua Wanru slowly faded.

A trace of demonic energy, at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually dissipated in Wang Qinqin's piano sound.

With the dissolution of the demonic energy, Hua Wanru's face gradually became rosy.

The flowers, like the long hair that had been scattered, are slowly returning to softness.

Wang Qinqin's face slowly turned pale, and the face of the flower slowly became ruddy.

It was as if Wang Qinqin's face was ruddy, and little by little it moved to Hua Wanru's face.

Hua Wanru's health came at the cost of Wang Qinqin's damage.

It's just that the flower seems to be immersed in the sound of the piano and can't extricate itself, and can't understand this.

After playing the song, Wang Qinqin's face was already so pale that it didn't look like a human.

At this moment, Wang Qinqin smiled and slowly stood up with the lyre.

Looking at the three people with stunned expressions, Wang Qinqin's figure was about to fall down several times.

Wang Qinqin did not fall, and finally stood up from the ground stubbornly.

With trembling steps, Wang Qinqin's figure is like an eighty-year-old woman, with heavy steps, and like a rickety toddler, shaking three times in one step.

Wang Qinqin stood still in front of Liu Suifeng, stood on tiptoe, looked at Liu Suifeng's wide eyes, kissed Liu Suifeng's lips, and didn't leave for a long time.

After kissing Liu Suifeng, Wang Qinqin turned around and came to Feng Linglang's side again, glaring at Feng Linglang angrily, Wang Qinqin slowly raised her face to Feng Linglang's face.

After kissing Liu Suifeng and slapping Feng Linglang, Wang Qinqin returned to play the piano and gently hugged the lyre.

Holding the lyre, Wang Qinqin walked out of this small peony garden, walked out of the peony garden, and saw a prairie.

Step by step, Wang Qinqin's pace, although trembling and shaky, is better than perseverance and thousands of miles.

Wang Qinqin's figure gradually climbed over a high dirt slope, then slowly fell, and finally disappeared cleanly.

When he was kissed by Wang Qinqin, Liu Suifeng was already sober, but he didn't know what to say or do, so he didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just stood stupidly like that, and continued to act in a stunned state.

Liu Suifeng had the consciousness of being kissed, but he didn't know how to deal with it.

When Wang Qinqin walked away, Liu Suifeng had already turned around and watched her go away step by step, disappearing step by step.

It wasn't until Wang Qinqin disappeared that Liu Suifeng reacted, regretting why he didn't catch her hand and hold her tightly in his arms and not let go.

Liu Suifeng was about to chase her, but he noticed that Feng Linglang next to him shook his eyelashes, and thought that the flower seemed to have not woken up yet, and the steps he wanted to take took were taken back.

Feng Linglang did not have the divine sense of the two worlds like Liu Suifeng, he was still immersed in the sound of the piano, and after he came to his senses, he found that Liu Suifeng was staring at him.

Liu Suifeng's gaze was neither sad nor joyful, but it surprised Feng Linglang, thinking that if Liu Suifeng took the opportunity to sneak attack just now, no matter how hard his life was, I am afraid that he would die miserably.

Seeing Feng Linglang's frightened look, Liu Suifeng smiled: "You don't have to be afraid, I won't kill you." ”

Liu Suifeng's words not only did not reassure Feng Linglang, but made him ashamed: "Is it possible, does he think that I am not worthy of being his opponent?"

Meeting Liu Suifeng again and again means suffering blows again and again, and Feng Linglang has long had an inferiority complex in front of Liu Suifeng.

After a while, Hua Wanlu finally came to her senses, and out of the sensitivity of a woman, she noticed the lip prints on Liu Suifeng's lips and the finger marks on Feng Linglang's face at a glance.

Of course, Hua Wanru also realized for the first time that Wang Qinqin was no longer present, and she was first puzzled in her heart, and then rejoiced.

Seeing that the flowers seemed to be awake, Liu Suifeng and Feng Linglang's faces were filled with a hint of smile, and they said in unison, "Are you okay?"

Hearing this warm greeting, Hua seemed to be embarrassed, because in her opinion, these two men, one she didn't like, and the other she was ashamed of.