Chapter 677: Just to make you die better than death

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Zhao Hai’s attack, they are absolutely unable to resist.

So what about Muyan? Can she block it?

boom--! A loud noise.

Zhao Hai seems to see a blood red splash in front of him.

His face showed a cheerful and regretful look.

Such a beautiful body, this fist goes down, how many bones should be broken!

It’s a pity.

But it doesn't matter, he has a lot of remedies in his hand, at least he can hold a life, and at that time he can do whatever he wants...

Zhao Hai’s thoughts have just turned, and suddenly there is a quiet fragrance in the pen tip.

He was a glimpse first, and then there was a strong unease and fear in his heart.

Between the thoughts, he wants to go backwards and escape.

But it is still a step late.

A sharp pain came from the shoulder, and then he watched one of his hands fly out.

"Ah ah ah!!!" The severe pain and screaming screams, a little bit of the fog in front of Zhao Hai.

He saw that not far away, the girl in Tsing Yi was standing in the wind, smiling and lazy and charming.

The morning sun fell on her blown face, and the beauty made people forget whether they were in the world or in heaven.

But at this moment, Zhao Hai looked at this scene, but could not afford the slightest ambiguity, only deep fear and stunned.

"You... why? Why can you escape the attack? I clearly... obviously should hit you!"

At that moment, he even felt the blood of Mu Yan sprayed on his face.

But why, in the end, Mu Yan was intact, but he was cut off a hand.

The fingers of the jade, such as jade, gently plucked the strings, and Mu Yan raised her head, revealing a careless smile. "Is the taste of "dream of life" really good? Do you want to make a more beautiful dream?"

Zhao Haixian was jealous, then suddenly squinted. "You...have manipulated my senses with the sound of the piano? No... How is this possible?! Even in the real world, there are few musicians who can do it. How can a mortal in the mainland play..."

Mu Yan seems to be unable to hear his embarrassment at all, still not slow or slow: "You know, why don't I let the shadows pack you, but want to come by yourself?"

Zhao Haizheng is still in the hands of blood, and stunned her.

At this moment, his heart no longer has the enthusiasm and pride of the calculations, and there is no greed and desire.

There is only fear of this beautiful girl.

Mu Yan laughed lowly. "Don't be so nervous? I want to do it myself, of course not because I really want to win you. If you waste from the comprehension of the mainland wolf, I can't even look at it."

"I want to be hands-on, just because no one here can make you suffer from **** more than I do."

"Just I am really afraid that you choose to commit suicide, that would be boring."

Mu Yan raised her eyebrows and landed on Zhao Hai’s face. "But now, even if you want to commit suicide, it is already late."

The deeper the curvature of the corner of the mouth, the more smiley, the more smiley, but in the eyes of Zhao Hai, it seems to be the scythe of death, waving in front of him.

The hand gently plucked the strings, and the melodious music was like a viper. It plunged into Zhao Hai’s mind a little and eroded his soul.

His body fell down, his eyelids became heavier and he couldn't open anymore.

Before the consciousness was completely dragged into the illusion, he heard the girl's melodious and light voice.