The president's hardcore fairy

Chapter 434 Cry until you vomit blood
Everyone's reaction was still a little slow.

As soon as he raised his hand, a pipa sounded like crying and hit his ears.

Xiao Ruanruan not only covered his ears, but also set up a spiritual barrier. Even so, his chest still felt like being hit by a boulder, his internal organs were shaken, and he felt dizzy and nauseated for a while.

Sound Repair!

The others didn't react as quickly as she did, and immediately fell to the ground.

Several people who were not yet agile in their hands and feet suffered internal injuries and vomited blood on the spot. If it wasn't for the puppet robot carrying them on their backs, they would have to rush to the street on the spot.

It's the same with Si Jijing.

With the indiscriminate attack, Qin Lianhai's guards fell, and Du Ziteng's men also fell. Qin Lianhai and Du Ziteng almost spewed blood on the spot.

Si Jijing and Yan Gexing swayed on the spot, although they didn't fall down, their faces became extremely pale.

Xiao Ruanruan took a long look at Si Jijing from a distance, then raised his eyes to look in the direction of the sound of the pipa, this move was indistinguishable from friend to foe, it was simply the trick of Patriarch Jueyin.

This is probably the luck of misfortune.

The sound of the pipa did not stop, and continued to be heard miserably, as if it was being played by the ear. It was "Meng Jiangnu Crying at the Great Wall", sad and sad, resentful, and it sounded miserable.

For a while we cried miserably;

The most sad thing in everyone's heart was hooked out by the sound of the pipa. If the concentration is good, the eyes will turn red on the spot, and if the concentration is poor, they will cry on the spot, especially the people who have just come out of the purgatory on earth. One thought: it would be better to die.

However, it has no effect on Xiao Ruanruan.

Although this Yinxiu's playing is good, compared to the ancestor of Jueyin, it is the difference between the gate of ghosts and the eighteen levels of hell.

She has been rolling in the [-]th floor of hell for so many years, and she doesn't need to pay attention to her being closed by the gate of hell.

A figure appeared in the sky in the distance, dressed in red, with disheveled hair, holding a pipa in his arms, as if riding the night wind, like a ghost in red at midnight, coming to them in a blink of an eye.

It is a man with a feminine appearance.

When Qin Lianhai saw him, she was pleasantly surprised: "Elder Mu, save me!"

Xiao Ruanruan: "..."

It's over, it's his gang.

Elder Mu glanced at him condescendingly, and lightly plucked the strings of the pipa with his fingertips, and the sound of the piano flowed out like weeping. He politely nodded to Si Jijing and sighed softly.

This sigh is different from ordinary people.

Ordinary people sighed just sighed, he sighed three times, the lingering sound lingered, his scalp went numb.

Xiao Ruanruan was amazed.

This so-called Elder Mu actually practiced one more thing than the ancestor Jueyin.

The ancestor of Duanyin only practiced playing, he even practiced singing.

Thinking of the terrible sound of the pipa coupled with the miserable singing, it is estimated that wherever he goes, the suicide rate will double.

Elder Mu sighed: "Young master, you hurt him so badly, what do you want me to do?"

Si Jijing: "..."

He didn't hurt Qin Lianhai at all.

Qin Lianhai was hurt by the sound of the piano, okay?

However, Si Jijing was injured by the sound of the piano, and his blood was surging, so he couldn't speak at all.

Although he knew that someone was coming, he didn't expect that the other party was a sound cultivator, and he was not alert enough to this kind of attack method. Although he quickly set up a spiritual barrier for himself, he was still injured.

Elder Mu saw that his handsome face was tense, he neither spoke nor let go, and sighed again: "Oh, then I can only learn a little bit."

(End of this chapter)