Liu Dong covered his face, turned around and walked out of the living room, still muttering: "I didn't hear anything." After going out, he quickly left. Liu Dong's whisper was vaguely heard in the room: "It's so embarrassing. Why is this guy getting thicker and thicker?"
Tang Xinhan walked towards the door as if nothing had happened, singing Han Lijiao's song softly as he walked: "Where can I hold a candle and talk about my dreams, and my dream reaches the clouds..."
When Tang Xinhan walked to the door, Han Lijiao showed off her soprano talent: "Tang Xinhan—you little scoundrel..."
Tang Xinhan suddenly turned his back to her and threw out a torn book with yellowed paper. He threw it accurately in front of Han Lijiao, and she just happened to catch it. Tang Xinhan's lazy voice came: "This book was received as a reward from the group during a heaven-level mission. No one in the group can understand it anyway. Since you are also a member of Guangyu Bingwu, give it to me." Give it to you!" After saying that, he opened the door and walked out, followed by Chen Lanying.
Han Lijiao was stunned for a moment and glanced down at the torn book. Immediately afterwards, her eyes widened and she quickly flipped through the pages emotionally. Qiao's face turned red, her breathing became rapid, and she said incoherently: "It's it! "Listening to the Heart Music Score", it's really it." Han Lijiao had tears in her eyes: "Xinhan, ah no, Qiao Qiao, look, he actually gave me a copy of "Listening to the Heart", you know? It's a priceless treasure!"
Wang Qiaoqiao smiled and said: "I know he won't give away your money in vain. He should be afraid that you won't accept it. This music score was executed by the fourth regiment leader, the second regiment leader and sister Mengxing together. During a heaven-level mission, he saved the life of the beloved wife of the Master of the Listening Valley in the Linfeng Empire. Afterwards, the Master of the Listening Valley gave the group a reward. It is said to be the core music skill collection of the Listening Valley, even if it is Not counting the value of skill level, those soul-stirring music scores alone are already priceless. This may be more valuable to you, right? I don’t know if it is really priceless, but I remember that at the time A chamber of commerce learned that we had this music score and offered 60 million diamond coins. The fourth group leader did not sell it and said he would leave it to one of his friends. My sister Mengxing was still there at that time, and she also said at that time that only that person Only a friend's singing voice is worthy of this music score. Now that I think about it, it must be you that my sister is talking about when I wake up in my dream."
When she mentioned waking up from a dream, Wang Qiaoqiao's expression darkened obviously. It seems that Meng Xing's death is a thorn in the side for everyone in Guangyu Bingwu. That sad and kind girl, almost no one in the group has not benefited from her. Every time she came back from a mission with major or minor injuries, she did it herself. It's just that everyone has a tacit understanding not to mention it in front of Tang Xinhan.
Thinking of waking up from the dream, Han Lijiao's delicate body trembled, even pulling her out of the excitement and joy of getting the music score. He thought with blank eyes: His heart must have been filled with the angel-like Xing'er, right? How can we help him get over this completely?
Feeling that the atmosphere in the room was a bit depressing, Wang Qiaoqiao whispered: "Jiaozi, let me take you to arrange your accommodation first."
Han Lijiao nodded and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Well, I'll trouble you, Qiaoqiao."
At night, a ray of soft moonlight reflected in the window lattice. Han Lijiao gently stroked the strings, but she still couldn't sort out the chaos in her heart. An eighteen-year-old girl has a vague sense of emotion that she can never discover by herself. Han Lijiao always thought that she was very mature, but now she could not find a piece of music that could express her feelings. Han Lijiao played the songs in "Listening to the Heart Music Score" one by one. They are beautiful and pleasant, some are sad and touching, some are as fast as a shower, and some are as light as a breeze. But she always felt that these songs were soulless in her hands. Even sometimes it was as messy as her thoughts.
Han Lijiao's restless piano music drifted out of the window. To the sound of the piano and the moonlight, the black figure took advantage of the night, avoiding everyone's perception, and jumped out of the wall. After a few ups and downs, the black shadow had left Blue Wing City and stood quietly by the Yongqing River. The shadow has short hair and is wearing a black tight-fitting outfit.
Chen Lan was so heroic and stood there with a cold expression. A gloomy voice from behind said: "Phantom, I have been waiting for you for a long time. You are disrespecting me more and more. You dare to be late."
Chen Lan's cold voice: "Abandoned Soul, you should know that I have never respected you. Besides, I am no longer the Phantom ten years ago. If you talk to me in this tone again..." With that, Chen Lan Lan suddenly turned around, and the three daggers instantly left his hand and flew into the woods on the shore.
Another black figure passed through the crowns of two trees in the forest and then leapt forward, landing three meters opposite Chen Lan. It was a man wrapped in a black robe and wearing a bamboo hat. At this time, there was a cut in the black robe on his left leg, and there was blood on the edge. He looked a little embarrassed.
Abandoned Soul said gloomily: "'Phantom Soul Chasing Dagger'! Sister Phantom is so clever. Aren't you afraid that I will go back and report to the organization that you want to betray the organization?"
Chen Lan's voice was still cold: "I'm afraid that if you report it, you won't be allowed to live. Besides, the organization has long known that I am not loyal. If it weren't for the forty lives of my Chen family in your hands, I would have killed you long ago." We've gone to the headquarters, and even if I die, I'll take you guys on my back."
"Haha." Abandoned Soul laughed a few times: "But you don't dare. For the sake of your family, you can only be a pawn of the organization. This is your life."
Chen Lan's eyes darkened and she said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and tell me, what does the organization want you to do with me? I no longer work for the empire and can no longer be your internal correspondent."
"The organization has said that the person you are following now is more important to the organization than the entire Guanghan Empire. The organization wants you to gain his trust as soon as possible. Wait for the organization's orders."
Chen Lan looked nervous, obviously murderous, and narrowed his eyes: "You want to deal with him?"
Abandoned Soul felt the murderous aura emanating from Chen Lan, and couldn't help but take two steps back. A trace of panic flashed through, but he quickly returned to normal: "I didn't expect that the best prodigy of the shadow generation in the organization would have such obvious mood swings. It seems like You really care about him. But Phantom, don’t say that I didn’t remind you that in our line of work, you really shouldn’t be emotional, otherwise you will be close to death.”
Chen Lan said coldly: "Death? Have you ever lived? A person who has never really lived is still afraid of death?" Although the past few days were short, Chen Lan felt as if he had not lived for more than ten years before. Really lived. But it was precisely this that made her attack fettered, and she no longer had the fearlessness she had before. Otherwise, the blow just now, with Abandoned Soul's skill, would definitely not only cause a little flesh injury, but also cost an arm at least.
"Hmph! You're not afraid of death, aren't your family members afraid of death too? You'd better put away your feelings, that's not what you should have. Just wait, the organization has orders, and I will come to you again." After saying this, Abandoned Soul turned around and disappeared as if running away.
Chen Lan did not chase after him, but stood blankly for a while before leaving towards Lan Yicheng. Can't we get rid of them in the end? Although those so-called relatives do not have a deep impression on me in my memory, can I really not care about their life or death?
Just after Chen Lan left, a short and thin figure walked out from behind a nearby tree. He looked in the direction where Chen Lan left for a while, and finally sighed lowly and turned around to leave.
In Tang Xinhan's dream, Meng Xing cuddled up to him obediently. There were large and small dewdrops floating around the two of them. Mengxing used her dew spiritual power to constantly neutralize the strange poison in his body.
Tang Xinhan felt that the toxins in his body had become stable again, and asked in surprise: "Xing'er, can you also have a substantial effect on the toxins in my body in my dream?"
Mengxing smiled and said: "Of course I can. Although I only exist in a spiritual body now, when I use the ability of a spiritual master, I use my mental power to control the dew spiritual elements around your body to control the toxins in your body. Neutralize. That is to say, if our dream spiritual masters enter someone's dream and attack or treat his body in the dream, his body in reality will be damaged and restored accordingly. It's just that I changed After becoming a spiritual body, the strength is greatly reduced. Now it is only the strength of a level 20 dew type spirit control master, so it can only be suppressed for 10 days at a time, and it cannot be suppressed once a month like before."
Tang Xinhan stroked Meng Xing's long hair, his eyes full of tenderness: "Xing'er, believe me, no matter what, I will definitely bring you back to life."
Mengxing looked at Tang Xinhan with a firm expression: "Brother Xinhan, don't put too much pressure on yourself. You should know that my greatest happiness is to be able to see you happy. I suppressed the abnormal poison for you tonight, and I will It’s time to practice in seclusion. Only when I am stronger can I give you the best treatment when you are injured.”
Tang Xinhan was a little reluctant: "Then I won't be able to see you for a long time, right?"
Meng Xing said: "Didn't Master teach you a way to fall into a dream? Master Shuchuan and I will both be in Jianjian's dream. Oh, by the way, Jianjian is the little snake with sharp horns in your arms. But Master made it Her dreams are much more colorful than mine, after all, I am still too weak now. And the dreams she creates are simply a small world. If you learn this method, you can directly enter the sharp dream to find us after you fall asleep. ”
Tang Xinhan thought of the message that Shuchun left in his mind that day: "Can your dream system still transmit information in this way? It feels a bit like reading the information from the skill stone."
Meng Xing smiled and said: "Making skill stones is originally a secret method of the dream system. However, the loss of the dream system also determines that the method of making skill stones is lost. This is also the main reason why the skill stones are so valuable. Okay, Xinhan Brother, it's time for you to get up and practice, I'll go back to Jianjian Meng first." After saying that, he hugged Tang Xinhan gently and disappeared.
