MTL - Late Night Tales Of The Capital-Chapter 89 Eating lake

The music seems to penetrate the hearts of the people.

The closer the lake is to the mirror-like lake, the greater the impact. Even if it is far away, the heart of the leaf will jump wildly. It seems that all of a sudden, the emotions of the whole person are involuntarily changed. Low.

Until the music went deep into the heart of the sea, encountering the thirteen swords of the spring and autumn mothers in the leaves.

Cheng Renjian first launched the attack, then took the righteous sword, the blink of an eye, the music was smashed by the thirteen swords, and the emotion of the leaf deficiency returned to normal.

Look at the white girl red bean, just heard the music, the footsteps are also a meal, then the oil paper umbrella in her hand instantly exudes an ancient force, this ancient force is like a protective film, directly isolated music The invasion of sound.

"Are you okay?" Ye missed his eyebrows and asked the red bean.

"The little disenchantment sound can't affect me, manage yourself." Perhaps it was some of the upsets that were disturbed by this music, and the tone of red beans was even more impatient than before.

Taking a few more steps forward, the scenery around the Lake of Der Spiegel finally came into view.

Standing opposite the small pavilion in the lake, there are already less than 100 people. I want to come to other people who have already lost their lives on the road, from Jinshan jewelry, to the magic bullets, to the lust, and then to the secrets of the exercises. The practitioner who just started is definitely a very difficult test.

However, if there is a loophole in the state of mind, it is possible that this opportunity will seize the opportunity, and it will be lost and lost.

Therefore, the practitioners who can come here are already going to seven or eight.

Looking closely at the edge of the lake, the group of people standing at the front are almost all strange faces.

The number of disciples of Lushan is still the most. Chen Qing was always at the forefront, but at this time he was replaced by another boy with a star-shaped eyebrow. The juvenile's eyes are solid and airy, and there is a feeling of standing out among the hundreds of people. Behind this boy are a total of eight black men, all of which are covered with masks, and they do not see any signs of Lushan. But they are standing in the ranks of Lushan.

Next to the disciples of Lushan is the ruling division, and the number is quite large. After all, it is the strictest discipline in the group of the Dragon Emperor Mausoleum. The temptation to fight against the law is naturally more resistant, and who can guarantee the flow from the palace. The information is all true? It is not allowed that this ruling department will hold some secrets that others do not know.

The former ruling team stood at the forefront of their deputy division night, but now, a little girl with a long sword stood in the forefront, although it looked like a pair was completely coerced, completely Unwilling expressions seem to be subject to much grievances.

“Li Jianqi?” Ye’s missing one saw that the person standing at the forefront of the ruling division was Li Jianqi. “How could she stand there? Is she a ruling person? No, even if she is the ruling Spy repair, but in her capacity, should not stand in the first place! When is the relationship between Jingzhai and the ruling department so good?"

Opposite the ruling division, it is the five major tribes of the Yaozu. It is obvious that many soldiers have been damaged on this road. The expression of Fengxing Mo has become cold.

The rest of the Zongmen, which are relatively small in number, or the small tribes of the Yaozu, are scattered on both sides. Of course, the Terran and the Yaozu are still scattered and open.

Zongmen, who has a small number of remaining people, is mostly strangers in the forefront.

The reason is very simple. The disciples who actually send Zongmen to compete for artifacts must be the geniuses who focus on training and custodians. Naturally, there will be more superior treatment. Even if you enter this dragon urn, you will not be like ordinary disciples.

And these people are also very proud people, they will compete with each other, the speed of natural walking will open up large units. If it weren't for the golden palace that didn't open the door, these people were afraid to search for everything here.

There are 37 instruments in the pavilion at the center of the lake. Only seven or eight are playing.

As the number of people around the lake increased, more instruments joined the ranks of the performance, the music suddenly accelerated, and the rhythm became more and more extreme.

This music has a fascinating ability, and the practitioners on the edge of the lake are naturally able to perceive it.

For a time, all kinds of magic weapons were sacrificed to resist the invasion of this music, and everyone began to look for the way to go down. But the lake is ring-shaped, it is still a lake around a circle, and there are no obvious roads that can lead to other places.

Unless the passage is in the pavilion of the lake, and this probability is the biggest.

With a large number of Zongmen, everyone is working together, and the magical powers are superimposed on each other. The resistance to the invasion of music is not a problem, but some people seem to be alone.

The first thing I saw in the crowd was Li Jianqi. The second time I saw the words of Qingqiu Qidaomen, but the more words at this time seemed to have only one person, in his There isn't any one in the same week, and there are no teammates in the temporary camp.

Li Jianqi has now stood in the ranks of the ruling division. What about the other people? Nalan Rong, if they are a few disciples of Qingqiu Jianmen?

I carefully scanned the lap, but I didn’t even see the personal image. Is it already happening?

The leaves lacked a little anger.

It seems that God has sensed the wrath of the leaf, and waited for the leaf to be angry. The magic weapon in the hand turned to the ground, and the whole body could not stop shaking. After a while, there were so many people. The face, cried.

The crying of the words, the beginning of the cry seems to be sobbing, and then slowly evolved into a cry, tears, and rushing to the ground, seems to think of something extremely sad. Tears cover the eyes, and others can't see the more bitter or false crying of the words. The familiar ones are familiar with each other. For a time, they are really helpless.

I have seen the crying of the wounded, I have seen the broken bones and the bones and weeping, but I have never seen it. A practitioner is crying like this in a broad day.

The scene was a bit absurd.

What is even more strange is that the more the words cry, the tears, and slowly began to walk towards the lake of Der Spiegel. Although the pace is slow, he stood on the edge of the lake and walked into the lake in a few steps. Others simply can't stop it.

The thin, mirror-like lake slowly submerged the knees of the words, then the waist, and finally the neck, but the more the words were completely unaware, the more we cried, the more we cried, the more sad, when the lake finally drowned him. At the time of the mouth and nose, the crying finally came to an abrupt end, and a bunch of dense blisters began to take off on the lake.

Soon, the blisters on the lake gradually disappeared, and a floating corpse slowly rose, with the brain facing the sky and facing down.

The practitioners were able to achieve the turtle's interest to a certain extent. They were submerged in the water for a period of time and there was no danger to their lives. However, it is to run the real element on its own, to protect the heart, to transform the oxygen in the water with spiritual power, to supply the body to absorb.

If the words are like this, the life is submerged in the water, and there is no fluctuation in the whole body. It is not much different from the normal person, and the water will be drowning.

The music sounds to control the mind and let it lie in the water!

It’s like this lake is also eating people!

For a time, everyone around the lake suddenly increased the protection of the magic weapon, and even some small-sized small sects have begun to evade.

The farther the distance is, the smaller it is naturally affected by the music.

Just as the words were more and more dead, the demon family also had several demon warriors in the direction of the attack, and the eyes were smashed, and the magic weapon in front of them fell to the ground.

Fengxing looked at his heart in a hurry. "Give me back, keep my heart, don't want to be influenced by that music!"

Taking advantage of the screaming of the real yuan, rushing to the few demon warriors who lost their minds, but there was almost no effect, and the steps to the lake did not stop.

The crying sounded again, louder than the voice, and sad.

The leader of the five major tribes is the wind star of the wind department, but although he is a natural wolf, he is a combat-type genius and is not good at resisting this type of mental power attack. There is no way for Fengxing Mo, and other Yaozu fighters naturally have no way.

The demon is good at fighting, but it is really inferior to the sacred door in the curse.

"Useless things."

"Stupid!"

“Don't you see your soldier being killed?”

Suddenly, a girl’s voice came from behind the demon warrior.

Then I saw that a strong man was slowly stepping out of the queue and stepping forward to the forefront. Every step of the way, his body shape will change a little, the body is getting thinner and thinner, the face is getting more and more soft, and the hair is beginning to change color, gradually changing from dark brown to blood red.

When the big man walked past Feng Xing Mo, the whole person has become a red-haired girl.

In the process of walking, the girl folded a willow from the willow tree by the lake.

After saying the useless thing, the girl never looked at him again, just gently put the willow leaves to his mouth, and a crisp leaf flute sounded.

When the sound of the leaves flew into the ears of the enchanted warriors, they immediately entered the legs of the lake and immediately did not move. During the three breaths, the eyes of these people began to gradually recover, and the time of ten breaths was completely awake.

"After a thousand steps back, the music is not stopped, and it is not allowed to get close to this mirror lake." The girl casually gave orders, a natural appearance.

The Yaozu warrior who just woke up did not realize what happened, and looked down on the wind star.

"who are you?"

"Which tribal warrior?"

"When is the time to allow you to give orders? The tribe's elders have not taught you the rules?" Feng Xing looked coldly at the red-haired girl, as a leader, even compared to a little girl, anyway It is impossible to have a good face.

"Which tribe? I don't belong to the tribe." The red-haired girl whispered.

"Since it is not a warrior of the five major tribes, it is even more difficult for you to speak. Don't think that some of the powers will be great, you are too tender, and quickly retreat." The tone of Fengxing Mo is already very welcome. If it is not useful to look at the girl's method, according to his temper, he has long been slap in the face, where to say these nonsense.

"You let me back?" The red-haired girl frowned slightly and looked at the wind star.

"Since entering the Dragon Emperor's Mausoleum, how many soldiers have died? If it is not your command mistake, will there be only these now? I have not sinned you, you will let me back, who gave you this Big courage, is it crazy?"

Looking at the wind star, it seems to be mad, the red-haired girl said with some annoyance, "My name is Nanfengxiu, ranking fifteen."

Nine words, ordinary people listen to is a very ordinary self-introduction, but in the ears of the wind star, but like a lightning strike!

(The first one today.)