My Wife from the Game

If one of the first dies, there will naturally be another.

A sturdy man with a scar on his face walked out of the warriors and stared at him fiercely: "Young Master Moyin, you must have come to move Huagong to get something. Since everyone has the same goal, why don't we join forces? Kill each other, maybe it will be cheaper in the end, Yihua Palace."

Wang Chao chuckled lightly.

Lian Xing, who was beside him, glared at his beautiful eyes directly: "What is the cheap Yihua Palace? It's obviously you little people who want to come and snatch it!"

The man snorted coldly: "The weak eat the strong, this is the rule of the rivers and lakes. If you are weak, don't call us villains."

Wang Chao placed his fingers lightly on the piano, and there was a bit of coldness in his indifferent voice: "Then I will teach you what the real law of the weak is."

After saying that, Wang Chao's fingers suddenly pressed on the strings.

A piano sound exploded.

The countless sound blades formed by the condensed real essence shot out and went straight to the warriors present.

Wang Chao now uses Tianlong octaves, and he won't play any more piano music or show off any piano skills, because his strength is enough to crush everyone present.

Even this simple sound is not something that these warriors and players can resist.

Suddenly, the sound of countless sound blades piercing the body sounded one after another.

What followed was the screams and the sound of falling to the ground.

One or two hundred people died in a row.

The rest were startled and scared, but they finally remembered to unite to resist.

Wang Chao stopped playing the piano and raised his eyes indifferently: "This is the law of the weak."

Suddenly, all the warriors who heard these words felt a fear that emerged from the bottom of their hearts.

And those players even more so.

It has been so long since the game was launched, and if it were to die, it would be unacceptable to start all over again.

This son of the devil sound is really a devil!

Lian Xing's injury has not healed now, and he had plans to take action, but now that he sees Wang Chao, who is so domineering, he is just waiting and watching like a little woman.

She knew that Wang Chao would definitely help solve the current predicament.

It's like helping her with her deformed hands and feet.

This was an inexplicable trust that gave her a sense of security after a long absence.

It seems that as long as he stands by Wang Chao's side, he can solve everything.

When those warriors and players saw that Wang Chao stopped playing the piano, not only did they not relax, but they became more afraid.

Just when they were uneasy, Wang Chao didn't have much patience.

He originally thought that since it was Pang Ban's trick, how could he find a few powerful characters, at least kill them to gain more experience points, but now it seems that they are nothing more than idiots.

If so, let's solve it together.

Wang Chao lowered his eyes, his fingers slid across the strings quickly.

A song floated up.

This song is not played for these dying people, but for the people around me.

Murder is so unpleasant, it should be soothing to this song.

If these warriors knew what Wang Chao was thinking at this time, they would probably be scared out of their minds immediately.

This is more than a demon, it is simply a demon within a demon!

Too bad they will never know.

The sound of the piano continued, rising and falling, deep, but tactful.

Such a beautiful voice does not seem to be killing people, but rather like a son who is lyrical in the green jungle.

Lian Xing stood on one side, Mei Mu looked at Wang Chao madly, and a word suddenly appeared in her heart.

This song should only be found in the sky, and can be heard several times in the world.

Like her, almost everyone is addicted to the sound of the piano, unable to extricate themselves.

Except for those warriors who were extremely frightened in their hearts.

Now, to them, the sound of the piano is not the song of heaven, but the song of Huangquan.

"Puff puff……"

The corpse kept falling to the ground, and the sound of the piano became a little slower.

Yaoyue looked at Wang Chao's indifferent face playing with low eyebrows, and the tip of her heart kept trembling.

She didn't know what it was that suddenly emerged from the bottom of her heart.

She only felt that this song was very beautiful, and this person was also very beautiful.

Yaoyue turned her head to look at the warriors who had died for the most part.

It turned out that killing can also bloom with unparalleled beauty.