It has to be said that the pastry made from Qiongyuehua tastes really fragrant.

Soon, the fragrance of Qiongyue Flower invaded all corners within a radius of several miles.

Nowadays, the sounds around them are also revolving around Qiongyuehua.

Luo Ge's face was as cold as ever, but the feeling was much softer.

She bowed respectfully to the Haoran Sect disciples standing in front of her, then waved her hand and used her spiritual energy to hold the rows of pastries, making them float in front of the disciples.

"There are continuous big and big things in the sect these two days. At this critical moment, my willfulness has brought some trouble to everyone, which has made Luo Ge feel guilty.

These dishes of pastry are made by Qiong Yuehua, which has the effect of refreshing the mind and is also of some help to the cultivator's cultivation. I also hope that everyone can forgive Luo Ge's willful behavior yesterday."

The leading Haoran Sect disciple looked at Luo Ge, then replied distantly and politely, "Senior Luo is also ours, so there is no need to do so."

Luo Ge curled the corners of his lips slightly, as if he wanted to express his friendship with a smile, but her face was too stiff. This smile did not make the disciples of Haoran Sect feel friendly, but they felt a little creepy.

"You don't have to be psychologically burdened. I still admit my mistake. Besides, other disciples of the sect have accepted my pastry. You don't have to dare to accept this pastry because you are a generation shorter than me."

Among the monks present, there were no stupid people, and even Yun Huanling could hear the confrontation in this sentence.

Now, accepting pastries is equivalent to accepting Luo Ge's apology. Not accepting is like not giving face, but now all people in the sect have already accepted this pastry. If they don't accept it, they will not give face.

So after the leader's face twisted for a moment, he took the lead in picking up the plate that was still floating in the air.

"Then I'll be more respectful than obedient!"

The pastries on the plate are very exquisite, and each piece of small pastries is made into the shape of Qiongyuehua. Just looking at them makes people feel pleasing to the eye.

If you talk about this pastry, it was originally a good thing, but it was not so happy that it could not stand the gift. Therefore, eating it in your mouth really made people feel a little unpleasant.

Some spectators around were a little jealous of the monks of Haoran Sect, and they were also a little sympathetic. Haoran Sect was of strict rank. Even if they faced unpleasant seniors, they were your seniors after all. Even if they were reluctant, they could not lose the so-called seniors’ face in front of outsiders.

However, just as these guards were eating pastries, a rhythm suddenly sounded, with winding and soft rhythm, as if it could tolerate all the sins in the world.

Su Jiu and Feng Qi were probably the first of everyone to notice that there was something wrong with the rhythm.

Feng Qi relied on his keen nerves as the deputy head of the Law Enforcement Hall for many years, while Su Jiu seemed to have thought of something. Since the beginning, he has never left the plate of pastries.

"Feng Ling, go to the source of the music to see."

A breeze drifted around Su Jiu, and no one knew that a Feng Ling had just left.

After she gave instructions to Feng Ling, she did not forget to use the method of transmitting the voice to secretly reminding the three companions on the side to "close the spiritual consciousness to prevent the rhythm from invading the mind."

Yun Chao and Yun Huanling immediately closed their sea of ​​consciousness without saying a word. Only Gu Ningyun was somewhat puzzled by Su Jiu's words.

Gu Ningyun's doubts were very obvious. She was from Tianyin Pavilion, which specialized in practicing music. Among the people present, there was no one who knew better than her.

"This is a revised Qingxin Song, which has the effect of calming the mind. Although it sounds awkward, it seems that I have practiced music for so many years, but it is not harmful." She felt that Ajiu and Feng Qi were both a little too alert.

Of course, Gu Ningyun's character would not say this directly.

Su Jiu did not refute, but just curled the corners of her lips. "There is indeed no problem to talk about this rhythm alone..."

However, before Su Jiu's explanation was fully revealed, someone near them fainted on the ground.

Next, several cultivators with low cultivation levels around them were in a coma as if they were infected with bad things.

As for monks who have not yet fallen into a coma, no matter how stupid they are, they know that there is something wrong with the rhythm.

But who is the person who plays the music? What is that person's purpose?

The monks of Haoran Sect were shocked. He called two monks and said directly, "You two follow me to see who is playing music."

The two disciples followed without saying a word, but before leaving, they both gave Luo Ge an extremely complicated look.

However, Luo Ge still looked completely unaware of it, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

Next, several monks fell into coma one after another.

Gu Ningyun looked at Su Jiu deeply and finally closed his sea of ​​consciousness.

But it was still a little late, and she could feel the violent dizziness originally from her brain.

Before she fell into a coma, she couldn't help but feel a little bitter. Who would have thought that this time she was actually trapped in the rhythm she was best at.

Now, she was a little curious about what Su Jiu had not finished speaking.

At the moment when she was completely unconscious, she heard the low sigh of the person who was standing beside her.

One after another, all except the disciples of Haoran Sect fell into a coma, and Luo Ge could not escape.

However, even so, the rhythm did not stop there, and the spiritual energy in the sound became more and more turbulent.

As for the leader of the disciples of Haoran Sect, he never looked back after he left. Gradually, even the monks of Haoran Sect who had taken Qiongyue Flower Cake could not stand the transmission of this sound and fell to the ground.

For a time, only the melodious melody continued in the mountains and forests, and no one else was sober.

Time passed another moment, and someone suddenly moved in the crowd who was originally unconscious.

The man slowly opened his eyes, got up slowly, and then smiled strangely.

"Everyone knows that Qiongyuehua is a good thing. It can improve her cultivation and concentrate her mind, but she doesn't know that it can make people dizzy when it appears at the same time as Qingxin Qu."

Luo Ge said here and looked at Gu Ningyun with some disdain. She was still the young sect leader of Tianyin Pavilion, and in her opinion, that was the case.

Even Su Jiu fell into her hands now?

Luo Ge approached Su Jiu and suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist.

She tapped Su Jiu's beautiful face with her fingers, and there was a sinful twist on her face.

Why is this person? Why is he loved by so many people, and why is he loved by so many people? How is her Luo Ge worse than Su Jiu!

The more Luo Ge thought about it, the more angry she became. She slowly approached Su Jiu's cheek and sneered, "But even if I am not as good as you in everything, so what if you have Chu Luohen's preference? It's not already fallen into my hands?"

However, just as Luo Ge was about to take action, the melody suddenly came to an abrupt end, and Luo Ge also spit out a mouthful of blood as if he had suffered some backlash, his face turned pale, like an evil ghost climbing up from hell.

She looked at Su Jiu coldly, "Sure enough, if you are with you, you will be unlucky."
Chapter completed!