Passion is surging, clouds are rolling, strong wind is raging, they are persisting, they are longing for the moment when the first clearness after the rain.

At this moment, the pipa in Yanyang's hand really did it: "The big string is as loud as the rain, and the small string is as sharp as the whisper.

The noise is noisy and complicated, and the big beads fall on the jade plate."

When it reached its climax, it suddenly fitted the battlefield heart of the Shura Realm. "The silver bottle suddenly broke through the water and burst out, and the iron cavalry burst out with swords and guns. The song finally stopped and was carefully drawn, and the four strings sounded like a crack of silk."

At the end of the song, the empty hall was still echoing the tune of destruction with life and hope.

Yan Yang breathed rapidly and was very satisfied. He truly achieved the goal of "silence here is better than sound". The black pipa was even brighter at this moment, as if a song of Yan Yang played out his soul and his desire.

After a while, Shura King trembled with his hands, his chest fluctuated violently, and he stood up suddenly, pointing one hand at Yan Yang, and his lips trembled violently.

"What's the name of this song!"

"doors    down" Yan Yang said, it came from a magician video of a Warcraft. Yan Yang was deeply attracted when he heard it and learned it hard. He also won the music award organized by the school for this song.

"Trouble? How could such a vulgar name be given such a musical name? This is disrespect for music. Who is it? Tell me who it is?" King Shura's body trembled at this moment, excited and annoyed, his face twisted, and Yan Yang felt a little constipated.

"Uncle Luo, it's too much to control these skeleton teams. My nephew is now dizzy and my limbs are weak. If I eat something, I will definitely be regained. I will definitely be able to answer my uncle's words at that time." Yan Yang saw the expression of Shura King at this moment, his eyes turned and he suddenly covered his head and started humming.

There is no problem that cannot be solved on the dining table!

"Come, come, inform all the chefs to serve me the best meals, and the thousand-year-old blood wine in the wine cellar will also be brought up..."

An hour later, on the huge long dining table, Yan Yang washed the bone marrow of a flesh and bone to dry up, burped, raised the amber wine glass in his hand, smelled the good wine that looked like blood, drank it all, and then patted his stomach with satisfaction.

"Thank you for your kind hospitality. It's getting late, and my nephew is going back." Yan Yang stood up and said silently to the Shura King who had been shaking the blood wine in his hand.

The art of trying to get is fully utilized by Yan Yang!

"Wait a minute!" King Shura suddenly stood up, his emotions seemed a little excited, but it scared Yan Yang. He seemed to realize his loss of composure. King Shura, who had never smiled on his face, barely squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying.

"Well, my nephew thinks the food is delicious?" Luo Sui called out to nephew for the first time.

"It's very good. Thank you again for the hospitality of Uncle Luo, then I will..."

"Wait." Luo Sui looked anxious and wanted to speak but stopped.

Yan Yang just wanted to laugh in his heart. If others saw the decisive Shura King who would have such an expression one day, I wonder what he would be scared.

"If you have anything, please say it."

"Then, then I'm not polite, nephew...I hope I can get the score of the music you just played."

Nothing is more interesting than holding someone else's lifeline. The Shura King is so tickle in his heart. The music just now is still nostalgic in his ears, making him lose his mind to eat.

But Yan Yang had a happy meal. After drinking and eating, he wiped his mouth and never mentioned the music just now. He had to leave. If he hadn't been afraid that the demon Lord Yan Lin would leave some tricks on you and failed to search the soul, the song would have disappeared. That would have been a lifetime of regret.

"Yes, but I have a condition too." Finally, he waited for what he expected, or in other words, he grabbed the initiative in his hands, Yan Yang sat down again and took the negotiation posture.

"You said." King Shura sighed and felt a little relaxed. What he was afraid of was that this brat had sucked his appetite and not cooperating to death was the most troublesome thing. Now that there was a turning point, how could he not catch it?

"To be honest, I rely on killing in my life. This is true for all living beings in this world. Others can never rely on them. Destiny can only be firmly grasped in their own hands. Only by constantly moving forward can I deal with unknown dangers, but..." King Shura finally took a sip of wine.

"But the song you played just now has moved my heart for the first time in history. Yes, a cold-blooded and ruthless person was actually moved. This feeling... is really wonderful. I am really afraid that I will never hear such a song again."

"Life, I feel that in my heart, under the cracked soil, there is a life trembling. It wants to come out, and I want to see it..."

After the Shura King finished speaking, he laughed at himself, feeling indescribable in his heart, and even leaned on the chair a little tired.

He was in a conflict, which was somewhat inconsistent with his level of practice, but he was full of expectations!

He had been like this for hundreds of years. Because the flames of the sun suddenly gave him a touch of color. Because he felt that he was afraid that in the days to come, he would live the already annoying life day after day.

"Tell me, what conditions do I need to pay, as long as it is within my ability."

King Shura was eager to get the song "Trouble". He wanted to know what kind of feeling it was like in the soil deep in his heart, the life that was about to break out of the ground.

Yan Yang was too lazy to explain the understanding of doors    down as "Trouble".

"You don't need to pay anything," Yan Yang explained.

King Shura was shocked, but soon realized that he was the son of the demon lord, beauties, money, elixirs, power, territory... He had everything. Of course, these vulgar things were already bored with them, such as the noble people, but this was even more strange. There was no such method of suppressing the lord before he could promote it. What medicine did he sell in his gourd?

"I hope we can cooperate, or you can listen to my orders for a while." Yan Yang paused word by word. In fact, he didn't have many music, but he knew a lot of scores. Only by temporarily bringing this Shura King under his command, he could perform better in the movies, games and other series he developed in the future.

After hearing the arrogant words of the young man in front of him, this Shura King, who could be compared with the demon lord, was immediately happy, and a sarcastic expression appeared on his face, and he drank the bloody wine in his hand in one sip.
Chapter completed!