Of course, the sound of the piano Zhu Ye heard was not an illusion.

Although the sound of the piano comes from below the distant snowy ridge, it is somewhat ethereal, but it has an undeniable objective reality.

The cold is clear and subtle, like hair, like silk, like blade, so sharp.

The cold wind on the snow ridge was cut off, the night lights illuminated by the lights of Gaoyang Town in the distance were cut off, and the snow lotus with the most stubbornness in the ice and snow was cut off.

Several cracks appeared on Zhu Ye's boots, and then went deeper until the flesh and bones of the skin were broken.

His feet were broken at the ankle and carried the remaining inertia and flew towards the Xueling gap. He didn't know where he landed, leaving only two blood in the night.

Zhu Ye had no way to climb over the snowy hill to the world of the human race. He fell into the snow, panting, and his body kept rising and falling.

The fall was very heavy, and the broken foot was a serious injury, but he lay on the ground and stopped moving, not because of these reasons, but because of despair.

The sound of the piano floated over ten miles away, so slight, but it could easily lift his legs.

The identity of the middle-aged scholar was about to emerge.

He buried his face in the snow and let out a silence of pain, like a beast after being injured, but he had no courage to fight back, only endless regret.

The sound of fighting and screams came faintly from the distant snowy ridge. It should be that Nanke was reaping the lives of those people on the mountain road.

The fighting suddenly disappeared, and the screams gradually became quiet until they were quiet.

Zhu Ye also calmed down and turned around with some difficulty. He looked at the starry sky that was extremely close to Xuefeng and was particularly clear, and sighed.

If he hadn't been greedy for the cinnabar pill and with his status, how could he have come to such a remote snow ridge and how could he encounter such a terrifying enemy?

How many people have died when the word greed has caused it to die, and how many people will it cause it to die?

The ice and snow were trampled, but it was like the dead leaves in Qingqiu were trampled, making a very crisp and nice sound.

Cinnabar's body and spirit relaxed with this sound, but his eyes gradually became brighter.

Nanke walked to him, and his wings swung gently behind him, carrying a slight cold night wind.

The Southern Cross Sword had been separated and was held by her hands. The sword was still bleeding from the body, which should have come from Ning Shiwei and those people.

Zhu Ye looked at her quietly, holding the most precious magical instruments of the Peerless Sect in his sleeves with both hands.

Nanke sets out his sword.

Zhu Ye made a move.

There was a dull and violent impact sound on the snow peaks illuminated by the stars.

More than ten bulges appeared on the thick snow slope, as if some monster was about to emerge from it.

The snow was raised and danced wildly, blocking the starlight and making the environment look particularly dark. Only the occasionally lit sword light would illuminate a corner.

A faint sound of the piano rose up.

The world suddenly became quiet, the wind and snow gradually subsided, and only the snow on the slopes were still falling, making rustling sounds.

At the highest point of the snow ridge, Nanke's sword stabbed into Zhu Ye's abdomen.

Zhu Ye did not look down or look at her, but looked at somewhere in the distance.

The sword in the body was really cold, but the ethereal sound that seemed even not real was even colder.

It was so cold that he reminded him of the story his uncle told back then.

In that story, there is a magic city in the north of the snow field, and that magic city will always be shrouded in the night.

Just like the night color that gradually occupied his eyes at this moment.

...

...

Nanke returned to the mountain road with Zhu Ye's body.

The mountain road was filled with blood and frozen blood frost, and hundreds of corpses were discarded on both sides.

The middle-aged scholar did not play the piano, but was eating something. There was half a corpse under his feet, and the style of the official boots and the remaining armor should be Ning Shiwei.

Nanke handed Zhu Ye's body to the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar held Zhu Ye in both hands and lowered his head to start eating.

It's like the sound of cat food residue, like the sound of gravel entering the mud.

Blood kept flowing from his fingers.

It didn't take long for Zhu Ye's body to disappear, and nothing was left.

The night breeze blows the middle-aged scholar's clothes, and you can see the slight bulge of your lower abdomen.

He closed his eyes and was quiet for a long time, as if he was savoring, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"I am Zhu Luo's nephew. Although my realm is not good, I still have some lunar meaning. It can be said that I am much better than this general."

The middle-aged scholar opened his eyes and looked at Ning Shiwei's remaining body under his feet, showing a look of disdain.

He took out the snow-white handkerchief from his sleeve, slowly wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips, his movements were very elegant, and then walked towards the night in front of the mountain road.

Looking at this bloody and terrifying scene, Nanke's expression did not change at all, and he walked forward with him.

Accompanied by a clear sound of the piano, they came to the snow valley more than ten miles away.

The powerful demons who besieged Chen Changsheng were all injured in swords, and their right hands were destroyed, but they were not dead yet.

When they saw the middle-aged scholar and Nanke, they seemed to have seen a real ghost and their faces became extremely pale.

Nanke glanced at them and said, "Go to die."

Several green bloodshots burst into pieces, and the figures like buildings fell heavily into the snow.

After hearing Nan Ke's words, the powerful demons actually stopped themselves without hesitation!

The garden in the snow valley has turned into ruins. The foggy spring lake has dried up into a big pit. The wooden bridge has broken into dozens of pieces, just like a snake that has been snakes for hundreds of years. The snow pavilion has long disappeared. The condensed ice beads scattered into flocs all over the sky, which is a bit annoying.

Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi stood opposite the lake, Anhua rescued the general from the ruins, and the two of them nervously stood in front of the stretcher.

Haidi stood in the lake, holding the weapon that looked like a broken monument in his hand, as if it was the center of this world.

However, in his eyes, whether this world or the real vast world, the center of the eternal middle-aged scholar was the newly arrived middle-aged scholar.

Nanke ignored him and said to Chen Changsheng: "I have helped you solve a lot of trouble. You owe me a favor."

Zhizhi didn't know her. Seeing the tone of her talking to Chen Changsheng, she should know each other. She looked at her twice and suddenly woke up, with infinite warning coming from her eyes.

"You're that peacock?"

Nanke looked a little stunned and asked, "Do you know me?"

"Chen Changsheng mentioned you."

Zhizhi raised three fingers to cover his eyes and said, "You say that your eyes are too wide and you are obviously sick."

Nanke thought about it, not sure whether he should be angry, and his eyes fell back to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng didn't look at her, his eyes were always on the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar attracted all Haidi's attention before he even appeared, and even made Haidi feel infinite fear.

If Haidi is afraid of this, there will definitely be no more than five people in the whole world.

Coincidentally, he once met this middle-aged scholar back then, so he knew who the other party was.

That encounter was in Hanshan.

It's still in Hanshan tonight.

Although the two places are thousands of miles apart.

It's really coincidental, it's really not good.
Chapter completed!