The sound of the piano lingered around her.

She couldn't see the person playing the harp, only the sound of the piano, but she didn't know where it started.

The one who plays the piano, where?

It's just a song.

She took out a square plate and rested it on the ground in front of her.

I don't know what material the square plate is made of, the body is dark like pig iron, but it is more warm than iron, like black jade, but it is stronger than jade.

The surface of the black square plate is painted with very complex patterns and lines, and if anyone who understands sees those patterns, they will probably think of those false Taoists who cheated money outside the palace.

Yes, this is a horoscope used to deduce the number of fate.

The places where those lines intersect are the positions of the stars, and in the entire continent, only she and a few strong people understand that those lines are the trajectory of the stars.

Her hands landed on the natal chart, and then began to move, the movements were very natural and smooth, like the wind calling the clouds between the cliffs, and the phoenix bathing in wings on the seaside.

With her movements, the patterns and lines on the natal chart also began to work, and the rotation speed of the countless rings was not the same, some were fast and some were slow, it looked extremely complicated, if you stared at it for a long time, I was afraid that I would be dazzled or even faint directly. But she didn't. She looked at the horoscope silently, her eyelashes fluttering, not missing even the slightest change in the lines of the pattern.

After some time, she finished her calculations, put away the astrolabe, walked a few steps out of the tree, untied her longbow, drew her bow and arrows, and shot somewhere at the end of the mountain road.

There was a whoosh, and the cliff of the night was awakened.

The vibration of the bowstring made the lone tree sway, and it seemed to be broken.

Then, another long time passed.

Nothing changed, the arrow seemed to disappear into the void, and she looked up at somewhere in the night sky—the place where the arrow had gone—and thought silently for a long time.

This is her arrow, no matter how powerful the enemy is, even if it is a strong person in the Gathering Star Realm, it is impossible to be so silent, at least there should be an echo.

There was no repercussion, only two possibilities, that her enemies were too much stronger than her strength tonight, or that there was something wrong with the position she had calculated.

The former is impossible, because this is Zhou Yuan, and if it is a demon powerhouse of the level of a demon general, there is no need to wait until now, the other party should have made a move a long time ago.

Then there is a problem with the calculated position. She is very confident in her deduction skills, and if she is really wrong, then there is only one possibility, and that is that there is a problem with the position itself.

At this moment, she thought of a sentence just like Chen Changsheng when he was looking at the monument in front of the Tianshu Mausoleum.

Location is relative.

The relative here refers to the relative in space, which is the distant relative. If the space itself is not real and cannot be calculated, then the position in this space cannot be calculated.

Did this lonely mountain road lead to a false space? The clear sound of the piano welcomed her into this place of death, which is why she was so happy?

She walked to the edge of the cliff with her hands in her hands, looked at the grassland in the distance, and began to think.

If the black dragon can see this scene, he must be able to understand why the Holy Queen Niangniang loves this girl in white very much, because her appearance at this time is really like the Holy Queen when she was young.

But the black dragon couldn't see it.

In her eyes, after the girl in white walked under the lonely tree, she never moved again, did not take out the natal astrolabe to deduce, and did not draw her bow to shoot the arrow into the night sky.

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Zhou Yuan's world has also come to night.

But there are no stars in the sky here, not because the snowflakes are flying too fast and the snow clouds are too thick, but because the shadows that have come from the old snow town have obscured the whole sky.

It was too close to the old snow city, and the terrifying demon lord didn't need to leave the city to push his will into this place, turning into a shadow, and staring indifferently at the human.

If it were an ordinary human being, the moment this shadow came, he would be frozen into icicles, his consciousness would be destroyed, and finally turn into smoke and dust on the snowfield, but Su Li didn't, because he was not an ordinary person.

There was a clear wound on his left shoulder, but there was no bright red blood to be seen, only something as thick as ink in pitch black, and the black water was still boiling.

What kind of poison is this, so terrible?

Su Li looked at the mountain-like demon general in the distance, and said with a slight mockery: "After so many years, you still only know how to make these little family angry poisons, no wonder you can only add the instep of the boss for the rest of your life." ”

That demon general ranked second in the demon army, and it was none other than the incomparably terrifying and powerful Lord Siren.

I didn't know what kind of fierce battle had taken place before, but the second demon general Haidi left this terrifying wound on Su Li's shoulder, but he paid an even more painful price.

His right arm was slashed off by Su Li's sword.

But there was not much pain and anger on the siren's face, only indifference.

He looked at Su Li indifferently and said: "I was beheaded by you more than a hundred years ago, and I can raise it for more than ten years, as for the instep of the boss, if she was willing to lick it for me, I would have knelt a long time ago." ”

Su Li was amazed and said: "It's only your demon clan that can be so shameless as Cheng Dù, but even if you lick the boss comfortably, and now I cut off your arm, aren't you afraid that the third brother will take advantage of the situation, take your life, and then tear you to eat?"

The demons respect their strength, and the scene he said is really possible.

A voice sounded in the night snow, it was the voice of the black robe: "This kind of thing won't happen, because I won't allow it, and neither will Your Majesty." ”

The siren looked at Su Li and nodded, picked up his arm and retreated into the distance, and with every step he took fell, a crack about a few feet deep would appear on the snowfield. This was the result of his uncontrollable breath after his injury, and it was hard to imagine what terrifying power he had when he was intact. Of course, it is even more difficult to imagine how strong Su Li, who cut off his arm with a sword, is very strong.

Although Su Li won one game, he didn't have any chance.

Because two more mountain-like shadows were slowly approaching.

That's the Fourth Demon General and the Seventh Demon General.

In order to kill this little uncle from the mountain, the demon clan dispatched too many strong people.

Those are the real powerhouses.

This is the first time since the end of the dark war hundreds of years ago that such a formation has appeared.

Su Li spat blood and saliva in front of him, rubbed his somewhat cold cheeks, and said, "One game after another, are you annoyed?"

The black robe laughed. Although his face was hidden by a hat, the smile in his eyes like the deep sea was so clear that it could not be hidden in the night.

He looked at Su Li and smiled and said, "You're starting to panic." ”

Su Li sneered slightly: "Only people who are really flustered will panic to use this kind of psychological warfare. ”

The black robe said calmly: "Time passes slowly, you don't know how long your daughter can last, how can you not panic?"

Hearing this, Su Li was silent.

From the beginning to the present, the corners of his lips have always been slightly raised, even when he fought with the siren, fully expressing his contempt and disdain for the conspiracy of the demons and this ice and snow.

At this time, the smile finally disappeared.

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