677 Just to Make Your Life Better than Death

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Zhao Hai's blow was absolutely unstoppable by them.

What about Muyan? Can she stop it?

boom--! A loud bang.

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

There was a cheerful and regretful look on his face.

With such a beautiful body, how many bones should be broken with this punch!

What a pity.

But it doesn't matter, he has a lot of medicinal pills in his hand, at least he can hang his life, and then he can do whatever he wants...

Zhao Hai's thoughts just turned, and suddenly there was a quiet fragrance from the tip of the pen.

He was startled for a moment, and then a strong sense of unease and fear surged in his heart.

In a second, he wanted to retreat and escape.

But it was still a step too late.

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

“啊啊啊——！！”剧烈的痛处与凄厉的惨叫，一点点吹散了赵海眼前的迷雾。

He saw that not far away, the girl in green clothes stood in front of the wind, with a lazy and charming smile.

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

But at this moment, Zhao Hai looked at this scene, but he couldn't raise the slightest charm, only deep fear and awe.

"You...why? Why did you dodge the attack? I... obviously should have hit you!"

At that moment, he even felt Mu Yan's blood sprayed on his face.

But why, in the end, Mu Yan was intact, while his hand was cut off.

With her slender, jade-like fingers gently plucking the strings, Mu Yan raised her head and revealed a casual smile, "Does [Floating Life Like a Dream] feel good? Would you like to have a more wonderful dream?"

Zhao Hai was in a trance at first, then suddenly widened his eyes, "You...you manipulated my senses with the sound of the piano? No...how is this possible?! Even in the cultivation continent, few musicians can do it, you are just one of them. How could the mortals of Yanwu Continent..."

Mu Yan didn't seem to hear his roar at all, and still said calmly: "You know, why I don't let Yingmei take care of you, but do it myself?"

Zhao Hai clutched his still bleeding hand and stared at her in shock.

At this moment, in his heart, he no longer has the joy and pride after the success of the plan, and there is no more greed and desire.

Only the fear of this beautiful girl remained.

Mu Yan smiled in a low voice, "Don't be so nervous? I want to do it myself, of course not because I really want to win you. I feel disgusted even looking at a waste like you who escaped from the Cultivation Continent."

"I'm going to do it myself, just because there's no one here who can make you suffer like hell more than me."

"I was really afraid that you would choose to commit suicide just now. That would be meaningless."

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

The curvature of the corners of his mouth deepened, and his smile became more beautiful and moving, but in Zhao Hai's eyes, it was like a scythe of the god of death, waving in front of him.

Su's hands gently plucked the strings, and the melodious music sounded like a poisonous snake, bit by bit digging into Zhao Hai's mind, bit by bit eroding his soul.

His body swayed down, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he could no longer open them.

Before his consciousness was completely dragged into the illusion, he heard the melodious voice of the girl.

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