Strange World Little Cooking Saint Chapter 756:

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Heavy snow has not yet melted, probably because the day is sunny, a full moon hangs high in the evening, the brilliance is falling, thousands of mountains are like white clothes.

Wen Heng suddenly came to Fuqin, and put the Guqin on the table, playing near the lake at night.

There is no wind in the silent night, only fish occasionally swim by under the remnant load, with a starting point ripple.

The sound of "Zheng" was a little low, like a remnant lotus that was unintentionally touched by a fish, and it was quiet. Then the fish jumped from the water again, and the sound of the piano changed. It was higher and crisper, and the sound was short, with a trace of anger; the fish returned to the water, and everything was calm again. I don’t know when the wind blows, and the leaves pressing on the snow are a bit heavy. When the snow fell from the leaves, I was pleasantly surprised to find that a green bud emerged from the original branch...

Shi Yu was originally asleep, when he suddenly heard the sound of the piano, he suddenly woke up.

She opened her eyes and looked at the moonlight shining in from the window, unprovoked, and she was certain that the sound of the piano must have been gently stroked.

He seems to be in a good mood, and the piano sound is also alive.

Lying on the bed and listening quietly for a while, Shi Yu wanted to see it. The best thing is to watch him play the piano by his side, but if she is past, I am afraid it will spoil his interest.

But what do I want to do?

After going over and over several times, Shi Yu decided to close his eyes and scatter all the spirits.

As long as she leaves the house now, Wen Heng is expected to notice her movements. Divine spirit is her advantage, non-illusionists cannot detect where her divine consciousness is. Wen Heng probably won't find out, and he seems to be immersed in the sound of the piano now...

However, for the sake of caution, Shi Yu still had a twelve-point spirit, carefully letting the spirits spread, and slowly approaching the water pavilion. Fearing that there were too many souls, she only divided a little bit over, and the speed was extremely full, just not to disturb Wen Heng.

Shenhun went out, and soon saw the man Linshui playing the piano. He changed into the meticulous and luxurious robes he usually wore, and he was rarely dressed in white, sitting by the railing.

His eyes are closed, his technique is arbitrary, and he doesn't stick to one pattern. With his deep thoughts, the sound of the piano walks down the snowy moon. It is a breeze and a bright moon, a fish and a bird, and a little cinnabar in Shi Yu's heart.

Shi Yu had never seen him like this before, and she had come to the lake without knowing it. She wanted to listen quietly next to him like this, and wanted to know his mood at this moment.

Suddenly, the tone of the piano changed.

If I said that there was only a trace of anger just now, then suddenly it became a flower and a long grass, and the dead trees were in spring. When I heard it, Yu almost felt agitated.

And in the lake in front of her, the snow has not yet melted, but the residual lotus has returned to green at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the original dead branches have also become full. After a while, the lotus will grow out of the water and bloom slowly.

This...

Shi Yu was dumbfounded.

The lotus in the lake regained its youth, and the green began to spread to the shore, first the grass along the shore, then the bushes and trees. The plants that withered in the winter began to return to their original appearance, like a summer scene.

Close to Shiyu's side, the Tu Bian Hua Cong also bloomed. The white flowers, in clusters, fell by Shi Yu's side, exuding this scent that was inviting and unconsciously pursued.

At this moment, the wind suddenly rose. Shi Yu felt that he was blown up by the wind with the petals and fell towards the middle of the lake. On the lake, I don't know when it will fog.

The milky white mist floats quietly on the lake, close to the water, flowing with the wind, like clouds of smoke.

Shi Yu also turned into a fog, and she felt that she was closer to Wen Heng.

She can now see him from the front, seeing him calmly with closed eyes.

The relationship is born from the heart, and the piano is born with feelings. There is vitality in his heart, so everything around him also rejuvenates.

He is not a surviving and independent person. Others find him difficult to reach, feel that he is aloft, and feel that it is too tired to keep raising his head to look up at him, so they simply enshrine him on a high place.

Actually, he was just alone.

It may be that I have been alone for too long, and I no longer like to deal with others. I care more about my heart and like to do whatever I want.

Wen Heng.

Shiyu stared at him quietly, suddenly wanted to touch his cheek, wanted to tell him, it doesn't matter if you don't have a friend, but in the future I will be the friend who will fight with you.

About the evening wind knew her heart, and with a brush, she pushed her forward, and Shi Yu was sent to the railing lightly.

She is only one step away from Wen Heng at this time.

Only one step away...

Shi Yu wanted to work harder and move closer to him.

But at this moment, Wen Heng's expression suddenly changed, and Qin's tone suddenly became violent. The original growth of everything and the wind and drizzle suddenly turned into squally showers, despair and darkness began to permeate, the surrounding blooming scenes quickly fell into mud, and the breath of silence became more and more dense.

With a "bang", the three strings suddenly broke, the golden thread cut his fingers, and the breath of silence that had just stopped abruptly, the tyrannical atmosphere lingering around slowly dissipated, and the silent night Return to tranquility.

"Tick~IndoMTL.com~ There is blood dripping on the Qin board.

The faint purple-gold color is very eye-catching.

Wen Heng opened his eyes slowly, he looked at his palm, his eyes dead.

Shi Yu couldn't describe the feeling, it was like she had entered the necrosphere for the first time, she couldn't feel a trace of life in it, and she was suppressed to despair.

Why does he have such eyes?

Shouldn’t he have been beautiful all his life, always walking in front of everyone?

Wen Heng raised his eyes suddenly, when Shi Yu saw that he was looking at him, he couldn't help stiffening and didn't dare to make any more movements.

Who knew Wen Heng was just a move with his hand in her direction, and the mist rushed towards him.

Shi Yu felt that he was flicking his fingers across his face, and then heard him chuckle, "Do you also understand the piano?"

He seems to simply want to talk.

"The flowers can re-open, the grass can be re-green, why can't time return to the past. I keep walking forward, getting further and further away from them, how can I save them."

"It is said that becoming a fairy can bring time back, but why are you stopping me!"

Shiyu's hairs stood up suddenly, and she felt a sharp killing intent.

Fortunately, Wen Heng is not a person who angers arbitrarily, and he did not irritate his frustration to other things, otherwise the jade spirit will inevitably be crushed.

But Shiyu wanted to do something, she wanted to comfort him, and wanted him not to be so sad.

One flower that just happened to fly down slowly, and she blew it carefully at the petal, and the pale pink petal fell on his palm.

She saw that after Wen Heng saw the flower, his expression gradually eased, and his eyes became gentle.

"Tumi, mother's favorite flower."

At this moment, Shi Yu was very clearly aware.

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