Of course, the sound of the piano that Zhu Ye heard was not an illusion.

Although the sound of the piano comes from the distant snow ridge below, it is a little ethereal, but it has an objective truth that cannot be denied.

The cold is clear and subtle, like a hair like a silk blade, so sharp.

The cold wind on the snow ridge was cut off, the night that was slightly illuminated by the lights of Gaoyang Town in the distance was also cut off, and the snow lotus with the most stubborn snow in the ice and snow was also cut off.

Several cracks appeared on Zhu Ye's boots, and then went deep until they broke through the flesh and bones.

His feet were broken at the ankles, and with the residual inertia, he flew towards the gap in the snow ridge, and he didn't know where he landed, leaving only two lines of blood in the night.

Zhu Ye had no way to cross the snow ridge and go to the world of the human race, he fell into the snow, gasping, his body kept rising and falling.

The fall was very bad, and the broken foot was a very serious injury, but he lay on the ground and stopped moving, not for these reasons, but because of despair.

The sound of the piano floated from a distance of more than ten miles, so faint, but it could easily break his legs.

The identity of the middle-aged scholar is already about to be revealed.

He buried his face in the snow and let out a muffled howl of pain, like a wounded beast, but without the courage to fight back, only endless remorse.

There was a faint sound of fighting and screams from the distant snow ridge, it should be that Nanke was harvesting the lives of those people on the mountain road at will.

The sound of the fight suddenly disappeared, and the screams gradually became low until it was quiet.

Zhu Ye also quieted down, turned around with some difficulty, looked at the starry sky that was extremely close to the snow peak, and sighed.

If it weren't for his greed for Cinnabar Dan, with his status and status, how could he have come to such a remote snow ridge, and how could he have encountered such a terrifying enemy?

How many people have died in a greedy word, and how many more people will die?

The ice and snow are trampled through, or like the dead leaves of autumn being trampled and broken, making a very crisp and beautiful sound.

Cinnabar's body and spirit relaxed with the voice, but her eyes gradually brightened.

Nanke walked up to him, his wings swaying gently behind him, with a slight night breeze.

The Southern Cross Sword had already separated, and it was held by her two hands, and the sword was still bleeding from its body, it should have come from Ning Shiwei and those people.

Zhu Ye looked at her quietly, holding several of the most precious magic weapons of the Peerless Sect in his sleeves with both hands.

Nanke out of the sword.

Zhu Ye made a move.

On the snowy peaks illuminated by starlight, a dull and violent crashing sound sounded.

There were more than a dozen bumps on the thick slope, and it looked as if some monster was about to emerge from it.

The snow was lifted and danced wildly, obscuring the starlight and making the environment appear extraordinarily dark, with only the occasional sword light illuminating a corner.

Faintly, there is a faint sound of the piano.

The sky and the earth were suddenly quiet, and the wind and snow gradually subsided, only the snow on the slope of the ridge was still sliding and falling, making a rustling sound.

At the highest point of the Snow Ridge, Nanke's sword pierced into Zhu Ye's abdomen.

Zhu Ye didn't look down, nor did he look at her, but looked at somewhere in the distance.

The sword in the body was really cold, but the ethereal and even unreal sound of the piano was even colder.

The cold reminded him of the story his uncle told back then.

In that story, there was a magic city in the north of the snowfield, and that magic city was forever shrouded in night.

It's like the night that gradually occupies his eyes at this time.

......

......

Nanke carried Zhu Ye's body back to the mountain road.

The trail was littered with blood and frozen blood frost, and hundreds of corpses were scattered on both sides.

The middle-aged scholar did not play the piano, but was eating something, there was a half corpse at his feet, looking at the official boots and the residual armor style, it should be Ning Shiwei's.

Nanke handed over Zhu Ye's body to the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar held Zhu Ye in both hands, lowered his head and began to eat.

Like the sound of cats eating scraps, like the sound of gravel falling into the mud.

Blood was pouring from his fingers.

It didn't take long for Zhu Ye's body to disappear, and there was nothing left.

The night breeze blows the placket of the middle-aged scholar's clothes, and you can see a slight bulge in the lower abdomen.

He closed his eyes and was quiet for a long time, as if he was reminiscing and thinking about something.

"It is worthy of being Zhu Luo's nephew, although the realm is not good, but it still has the meaning of some moonlight, which can be described as a small supplement, much stronger than this general. ”

The middle-aged scholar opened his eyes and looked at the remnants of Ning Shiwei under his feet, revealing a look of disdain.

He took out a snow-white handkerchief from his sleeve, slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and walked very gracefully, and then walked towards the night ahead of the mountain road.

Looking at this bloody and terrifying scene, Nanke's expression did not change at all, and he walked forward with him.

With the sound of a clear piano, they came to the snow valley more than ten miles away.

The few demon powerhouses who besieged Chen Changsheng were covered in sword wounds, and their right hands were useless, but they were not dead yet.

When they saw the middle-aged scholar and Nanke, it was as if they had seen a real ghost, and their faces became extremely pale.

Nanke glanced at them and said, "Die." ”

Several streaks of green blood burst out, and the tower-like figures fell heavily into the snow.

After hearing Nanke's words, those demon powerhouses did not hesitate to make their own decisions!

The garden in the snow valley has been turned into ruins, the misty spring lake has dried up into a big pit, the wooden bridge has broken into dozens of pieces, like a snake that has been snakeed for hundreds of years, the snow pavilion has long been gone, and the condensed ice beads have broken into a sky full of flocculents, which is somewhat annoying.

Chen Changsheng and Squeak stood on the opposite side of the lake, Anwar rescued the general from the rubble, and the two of them nervously guarded in front of the stretcher.

The siren stood in the lake, holding the weapon in the shape of the broken monument, as if it were the center of the world.

However, in his eyes, whether it is this world or the real vast world, the eternal center is the middle-aged scholar who has just arrived.

Nanke ignored him and said to Chen Changsheng: "I helped you solve a lot of troubles, and you owe me a favor." ”

Squeak didn't know her, looking at the tone of her conversation with Chen Changsheng, she should have acquainted, looked at her twice, and suddenly woke up, with infinite vigilance in her eyes.

"You're the peacock?"

Nanke's expression was a little stunned, and he asked, "Do you know me?"

"Chen Changsheng mentioned you. ”

Squeak raised three fingers between his eyes and said, "Say that the width between your eyes is too wide, obviously sick." ”

Nanke thought about it, unsure whether he should be angry or not, and his gaze fell back on Chen Changsheng's body.

Chen Changsheng didn't look at her, his gaze was always on the middle-aged scholar.

Before the middle-aged scholar appeared, he attracted all the attention of the siren, and even made the siren infinitely afraid.

can make the siren afraid like this, and there will definitely not be more than five people in the whole world.

Coincidentally, he had met this middle-aged scholar back then, so he knew who the other party was.

That encounter was in the cold mountains.

It's still in the cold mountains tonight.

Although the two places are thousands of miles apart.

It's a coincidence, it's not good.

He sighed.