Chapter 677
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If they were in Zhao's place, they absolutely wouldn't be able to resist it.
What about Muyan? Can she block it?
Boom –! A loud noise.
Zhao seems to see a splash of blood in front of him.
His face shows a carefree and regretful expression.
Such a beautiful body, how many bones would be broken by this punch!
It's really a pity.
But it doesn't matter, he has a lot of Elixirs on hand, at least he can hang on to his life, and then he can do whatever he wants …
Zhao's thoughts have just turned, when suddenly the tip of the pen floats to him with a delicate fragrance.
He stares blankly at first, then his heart surges with a strong sense of unease and fear.
In a flash, he wants to retreat and escape.
But he's still a step too late.
A sharp pain comes from his shoulder, and then he watches helplessly as one of his hands flies away.
"Ah ah ah –!!" The severe pain and mournful screams blow away the fog in front of Zhao's eyes.
Not far away, he sees a girl in black standing in the wind, her smile languid and charming.
The early morning sun falls on her delicate face, so beautiful that it makes people forget whether they're on earth or in heaven.
But at this moment, looking at this scene, Zhao doesn't feel the slightest bit of charm, only deep fear and aghast.
"You … why? Why can you dodge the attack? I clearly … clearly should have hit you! "
At that moment, he even feels Muyan's blood sprayed on his face.
But why, in the end, Muyan is still intact, while his hand is cut off?
Slender jade-like fingers gently pluck the strings, Muyan raises her head, revealing a careless smile, "Did the taste of 'Floating like a Dream' feel good? Would you like to have a more wonderful dream? "
Zhao is absent-minded at first, then his eyes suddenly widen, "You … you used the sound of the zither to manipulate my senses? No … how is this possible?! Even in the Xiuzhen Continent, there are very few musicians who can do this. You're just a mere mortal of the Yanwu Continent, how could you … "
Muyan seems to not hear his roar, still unhurriedly saying: "Do you know why I didn't let Yingmei deal with you, but did it myself?"
Zhao clutched his bleeding hand and stared at her in horror.
At this moment, his heart no longer had the carefree and complacent feeling of having succeeded in his scheme, nor did he have any greed or desire.
All that was left was fear for this beautiful girl.
Mu Yan laughed softly, "Don't be so nervous? I want to do it myself, of course, not because I really want to win. I don't even want to look at trash like you who escaped from the Cultivation Continent in such a sorry state. "
"I'm going to do it myself because there's no one here who can make you suffer more hellish pain than me."
"Just now, I was really afraid that you would choose to commit suicide. That would be boring."
Mu Yan raises her eyebrows and her eyes fall on Zhao Hai's face. "But now, even if you want to commit suicide, it's already too late."
The smile on her face became more and more beautiful, but in Zhao's eyes, it was like the Grim Reaper's scythe was waving in front of him.
Her hands gently plucked the strings, and the melodious music was like a viper, drilling into Zhao's mind, eroding his soul bit by bit.
His body swayed and fell down. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier until he could no longer open them.
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