Otherworldly Evil Monarch Chapter 253: No regrets asking heart song

Chapter two hundred and fifty-three without remorse

Jun Moxie was waiting for the apprentice of Chu Weeping Soul after he left. He was looking forward to it: after coming to this world, he seemed to have encountered only one assassination, that is, a thunderous lightning strike outside the imperial city!

Since then, the assassin has never heard any news or signs, and disappears completely, as if the world is not existence at all. It is that Jun Moxie could not investigate if he wanted to investigate, but there was always a doubt in his heart. Now I know that he turned out to be a disciple of Chu Chuihun. Thinking of the guy's almost extreme body and sword skills at that time, Jun Moxie had a hunch: If this boy is tuned up, his future achievements will definitely be higher than Chu Crying Soul!

So Jun Moxie is really looking forward to it!

In the short term, there will be no more things, but the main goal of carving is to return to the training of Tiantian Soul Eater; under the urging of Jun Moxie at the expense of elixir and elixir, in Eagle Strike Air With Feng Cunyun's almost abusive training, the power of all the elixir and elixir has been mobilized to the extreme. The strength of Residual Sky Devourer has risen like a rocket, and three hundred people have continuously stepped across the ranks. already has many people who have been promoted to the highest level of Dixuan; just go one step further and you can take Jun Moxie's three elixir and leap again.

By then, the strength of the monarch's family can only be described by terror!

Everything is ready.

In this extremely cruel way, it promotes its own strength and limits the potential of the human body. It is not the right way. In fact, it is even a behavior of drinking and quenching thirst. The strength has increased greatly, but there is no room for growth. It will even lead to the longevity of life due to the limit pushing the valley, and death at any time!

But there are endless prescriptions in Jun Moxie ’s hands, and there are a lot of heavenly treasures, so that they do n’t have to worry about such things at all. They have a sufficient amount of elixir as the basis, and they are adjusted and consumed. At most, it only takes a few days of effort, and the lost energy can be made up for, and even a lot of growth can be made, so that all members are gradually getting used to this extremely cruel training cycle.

In addition to the training of the Cantonese soul-eating subordinates, the Jun family is very calm and even warm in other aspects.

In the following days, Jun Moxie also tried his best to relax himself and enjoy this peaceful life as much as possible; nostalgia for this memorable day.

Because once the war begins again, I am afraid that since then, such peaceful days will be harder to find!

All the intelligence news came flying like a snow flake, conveying the same message: no location of Blood Sword Hall was found.

Blood Sword Church, the most horrible killer organization on Xuanxuan Road, just disappeared from the world overnight, without any trace, all aspects, all the information of all sides, no longer looking for Here!

Even little traces are hard to find. For a terrorist organization with such a prominent reputation, this phenomenon is extremely unreasonable!

However, Jun Moxie doesn't think there is anything unreasonable. The Jun family rises so powerfully, and the opponent is also a strong person. How can a strong man not break his wrist? If it is still possible to find the trail of Blood Sword Church, it is really unreasonable!

Jun Moxie often climbs high towers these days, and in the evening, stares in the direction of the palace for a long time!

Jun Moxie knows very well that the man in the palace must know what happened here!

Several times, Jun Moxie almost wanted to rush directly into the palace, seize the man, and then use the fascinating decree to tell him the truth! However, Jun Moxie was unwilling to do so.

It's not impossible, but ... if you get the truth this way, it's too cheap for him!

The price of the hatred of the monarch's family is only a cheap life ... How can it be repaid?

There are many things in this world that are more uncomfortable than death. I look forward to using your remaining life to taste it.

Too calm days, often the tranquility before Correct storm.

On this day, Jun Moxie gently walked and walked into the small courtyard where Guan Qinghan lived alone. White snow was immaculate, and she was wrapped in silver; and Jun Moxie was wearing a light blue robe, a white fox fur sweater collar lined his handsome face, red lips and white teeth, sword eyebrow star eyes, a slender figure, a strong figure, a standard turbid world Young Master, Pinacious beautiful teenager.

Naturally, it would be more perfect if there was no touch of Evil Qi in the eyebrows ...

Master Junda's footsteps are slow and floating, just like riding the wind and the moon, leaving no dust.

I saw a total of four women sitting around in the gazebo in the courtyard, and watching him walk in like this, I couldn't help but watch. Dongfang Wenxin's eyes flashed with pride: this is my son, so good character!

Dugu Xiaoyi woke up and laughed: "Brother Mo Xie, you look so good!"

Han Yanmeng turned his head, and felt that his eyes were shining, but it was the old-fashioned way of saying: "Oh, you son, you look good." Her sister Han Yanyao and Jun unintentionally love each other, she naturally The water rose and the ship rose, and following Jun's unintentional general call the Oriental asks for help. But a sixteen-seven-year-old girl spoke in this tone of leaning on the old and selling old, but it was ridiculous.

Only Guan Qinghan lowered his head and frowned, as if thinking hard there, holding a pen in his hand, constantly writing and drawing; it seemed that all the spirit had melted into the table in front of him In that white paper, he did not notice the arrival of Jun Moxie at all.

Jun Moxie walked over and saw that the white paper was full of symbols. It turned out that Guan Qinghan was actually composing there.

"What song is this?" Jun Moxie asked.

"It was Sister Qinghan who was often with her aunt during this time, and often heard about her uncle and aunt, she was very touched by the affection between them, and vowed to compose a song to commemorate the sincere friendship of this mountain alliance oath, I just finished it. I played it just now. It sounded so touching, but I always felt something wrong, so I changed it again.

Dugu Xiaoyi smiled. The little girl was wearing a light yellow shirt, a small leather jacket, a pair of small boots, and two white round pompons, which looked like the most delicate. Dolls are really pity.

"Oh, let me have a look too." Jun Moxie stood and stared.

"You still know the rhythm?" Qi Qi looked at him at the same time in surprise, but Qi Qi's face was unexpected.

"It's just a brief pass or two, it's hard to get to the elegant hall." Jun Moxie touched his nose and said modestly. Looking at Guan Qinghan's music score, he tried to hum, shook his head, and said, "No, no, this song is too sad. The father and mother are chivalrous and intestines, heroes and beautiful women complement each other. This true love is forever, and it ca n’t be blocked by any obstacle. It is a generational story, not just a simple idiot. You may be able to shed tears without showing the best truth at all. Agree, this is arguably the biggest failure. "

Guan Qinghan's words: "I also thought about this truth. I also started to modify it just because I realized this problem, but I always feel that I can't grasp the spirit, even more. The worse it feels ... "

Jun Moxie thought about it for a while, and said, "Let me try it!" He closed up the piece of white paper Guan Qinghan, laid a new sheet, and took over the pen in Guan Qinghan's hand. Standing at the table, contemplation, as if the old monk was settled.

Eastern questioning could not help but laugh, thinking that his son was playing with treasure, looking at Jun Moxie with great interest, Dugu Xiaoyi and Han Yanmeng also looked like a good show, waiting for Jun Moxie to be ugly after he became ugly .

But only Guan Qinghan knows that Jun Moxie knows the melody, and her accomplishments are not low, and it is only she is serious and looking forward.

For a long while, Jun Moxie exhaled for a long time, and suddenly moved his pen like flying. The music symbols that belong to this world appear on the white paper like this, but they bring music melody from another world ...

There is no trace of stagnation, all in one go!

Guan Qinghan took the tune and tried to sing a few words. He felt a bright light in front of him, unbelievably opened his eyes, and thought carefully again; it seemed like a moment, but it seemed like a long time later, Guan Qinghan slowly took out a tube of jade flute from his sleeve, put it on his lips, his eyes fixed on Jun Moxie's score, Tankou lightly opened, the whining flute sounded leisurely, and the flute sound was particularly low. Gentle and affectionate, the song is full of extreme interpretations of true love, and there is a strong sense of indifference and helplessness, and an endless longing for this sincere feeling ...

This song is like a dream! An ethereal and true dream about love that people most yearn for.

Jun Moxie closed his eyes silently and beat the beat with his right hand. The music played by Guan Qinghan seemed to be enjoying and immersed in this once familiar music. Dongfang Wenxin's three people suddenly heard such beautiful music, they were surprised, and then immersed themselves in it. Such a beautiful and melody tune has never appeared in this world ...

Even if there is an end to a beautiful piece of music, after the end of the song, Guan Qinghan stood blankly holding the jade flute and looked at the person who composed the song. But he couldn't believe it, and couldn't believe it, he just made it like this.

"It's so nice ..." Dugu Xiaoyi opened her eyes and said nostalgically, "I've never heard such an affectionate song. If I can sing it with lyrics, it will surely sound good."

Jun Moxie smiled slightly, picked up the writing brush, filled in the lyrics below the score, and swiped it. Tao: "This song is called‘ No Regret Asking Heart Song ’.” My heart sighed: In this world, after all, there are no plum blossoms!

Four people gathered around, chanting slowly in their mouths.

"Hong Chen has his own infatuation,

Mo Xiao is too crazy;

If it weren't for the cold,

Nade plum scent;

What is love in the world?

Directly teach life and death;

See how many stories there are,

The most ecstasy without regrets ... "