After all, Qihuang is a tool spirit, not a real person.
But it's obviously a weapon spirit, why does it hurt so much
"Play... play... play the piano..." Qi Huang struggled to spit out broken words, "Jun... Jun Muyan, this... this deity orders you... play... play the piano... no... don't itch... itch..."
At this anxious moment, Muyan couldn't help being amused.
What time is this guy, he's still playing tricks, and he's still jealous of the itchy meat set meal.
But seeing Qi Huang's painful appearance, Muyan didn't argue with him again this time, but gently stroked his long hair, and said softly: "Okay, if it can relieve your pain, I will play the piano for you listen."
After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hand, and the Tianmoqin was already in her hands.
The sound of the piano curls up, like gurgling water, and like the hands of the most gentle mother.
Gently, over and over again touching Qi Huang's soul that was tortured to the point of death.
The trembling body slowly stopped convulsing.
The curled up boy gradually stretched out from his lonely and humble posture.
On the sweat-soaked Mi Li's face, there was a faint satisfied smile.
Seeing the young man falling into a deep sleep, Muyan heaved a sigh of relief.
She originally wanted to stop playing the piano, but she didn't know why.
But there was a voice in her heart telling her not to stop, to keep going.
Muyan only hesitated for a moment.
The sound of the piano, which had already stopped slowly, was slowly flying in the space again.
Warm and soft, serene and holy.
It's like a... light that illuminates the darkness of the deepest hell.
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Immortal Cultivation Continent, Nether Realm.
The Wangchuan River is a river that everyone in the Nether Realm loves but fears to the core.
Fear, because the Wangchuan River, whether it is the river water or the water vapor transpiring in the air, is strongly erosive.
The erosion is not only the destruction of the body, but also the infinite torture of the soul.
Even if the water of the Wangchuan River touches just a little bit, the pain is by no means unbearable for ordinary people.
And the love is because the [Mingyin Shengyan] on the bank of the Wangchuan River is a symbol of the rise and fall of the entire family in the Nether Realm.
[Hell Yin Shengyan] The more intense the burning, the stronger the power that the people in the Nether Realm can obtain.
On the contrary, once [Mingyin Shengyan] becomes weak, their strength will decline day by day.
All the people in the Nether Realm hoped that [Death Yin Shengyan] could burn blazingly.
However, since a long, long time ago, [Mingyin Shengyan] has been faintly almost extinguished.
There are also people who have tried to get close to the Wangchuan River even if they sacrificed themselves, and ignite the [Mingyin Holy Flame].
However, before meeting Sheng Yan, his soul was gone.
And these days, the [Mingyin Shengyan], which was supposed to be almost extinguished, has actually begun to rekindle.
The people in the Nether Realm are going crazy with joy.
The voices of people singing, dancing, and laughing can be heard everywhere.
Even the face of the Nether Domain Master had an excited smile on his face.
They were all waiting for that moment.
[Mingyin Shengyan] is really ignited, and their strength returns to its peak.
Only then will they have the ability to compete with [Extreme Domain] for supremacy in the world and aspire to the throne.
However, when everyone in the Nether Realm is jubilant.
But no one heard the heart-piercing cries in the Wangchuan River, and the moans of pain that were suppressed by death.
"Master, master, please come out! We won't advance, okay?"