Qin and the handkerchief fell into Shi Ji's hands, the prison head Tianming left the well cell, and the eyes that wanted to eat people before leaving were very scary, but unfortunately they didn't fall in Shi Ji's eyes, Shi Ji was stroking Taichu with a happy face, and a look was stingy with charity.

The woman in white stood outside the well prison for a while with a complicated expression, and then flew away without saying a word, and the two prison chiefs, one black and one red, sent the emperor's envoy away, and looked back at the well prison together, and the taste in her heart was absolutely rich.

There is a sound coming out of the well wall, but Shi Ji ignored it, she sat with her sleeves brushed, Hengqin on her knees, other sounds have been difficult to enter her ears, hand touch the strings, the heartstrings have moved, the finger strings move, suddenly like a spring breeze coming at night, thousands of trees and pear blossoms.

“...... Bite...... Knock ......"

Between the jade fingers, it seems to open a scroll of spring paintings, outside the well prison, the fragrance is pleasant, the falling flowers are flying, the spring breeze is slow, the flying flowers are all over the sky, white as snow, the dark and dead hell seems to have risen into heaven all at once, the soft music is ethereal, and the white and holy flying flowers are surrounded.

The jailers were dumbfounded, not knowing what was happening.

The faces of the two prison chiefs, Daylight and Nightshade, were distorted, their fists clenched, and they were both on the verge of going berserk.

There is no vision in the well prison, the wall of the well is forbidden to break the spell, but the sound of the piano is unhindered, and the sound of the piano spreads to all directions without hindrance, into the ears of the four directions, into the ears of the people, into the hearts of the people, and the flowers in the center of the exhausted hearts bloom, and the whole heavenly hell has another color, no longer the black that represents the despair of death, but the color of spring, white, or others, everyone's heart blooms in a different color, but it will never be black, they have sunk in the black for too long.

There was a wind in the dead silence, the spring breeze was blowing Revlon, and many people had tears in their eyes, and it had been so long that they had forgotten the colors of the original world.

One by one, the prisoners covered in dirt, the corners of their mouths slowly hooked, and the faces of the dirt that were difficult to distinguish showed the beauty of reminiscence, I don't know which year it is, but it must be when the spring flowers are blooming.

The sound of the piano is like flowing water, flowing through the dry desert everywhere, blooming a moving flower, the beautiful flower needs a flower messenger, but the fierce prison head destroys the flower.

Daylight single-handedly broke the vision of flying flowers outside, and a scream pierced people's hearts in the night, whether it was flying flowers or heart flowers, they were all shattered, and the dream was shattered, and then looking back, it was still a dusty body.

"Stone ...... Iso......"

An extremely suppressed roar.

“...... Bite...... Knock ......"

The sound is still the same.

Whether it's flying flowers or heart flowers, it's not what she wants, she only swims in her own spring, only appreciates her own flowers, and appreciates herself alone, not for the sky, not for the earth, and not for people.

"Stop!

Even if he yelled in his throat, he wouldn't get a response, because her ears were good at listening to the sound of heaven and earth, but she could also block the sound of heaven and earth, which was the sound of thunder, as long as she didn't want to hear it, it would be difficult to enter her ears, let alone the human voice.

At this time, the only sound in her heart was the sound of flowers blooming and falling.

Dressed in a black robe, the black face like an iron tower is bright and bright, with a calm face, and the vision of broken flying flowers is broken again and again, but the sound of the piano continues, the flying flowers are endless, the flowers bloom and fall, and the whole heavenly hell falls into the flying flower world again and again, beautiful like a fairy tale, but it is incompatible with the style of the heavenly hell.

One by one, the jailers looked at the flying flowers in the sky with wonderful expressions.

The two prison chiefs who roared like thunder were all in mourning, and they were really shocked, angry, and jealous of the initiators, and they couldn't get rid of them.