The place where Red Lotus was originally occupied was far away from Suzaku, and when Suzaku was irrepressibly spurting blood, she hurriedly rushed forward and helped her up.

However, at this time, Suzaku didn't appreciate it, she almost dodged the red lotus's movements, stubbornly turned away, covered her mouth with her hands, and forced the tumbling blood in her heart by the way.

"Qin Mu's witch song is not home yet, I'm sorry." Honglian said apologetically.

"He did something wrong and needs someone to apologize?" Suzaku looked angry: "When did he hire a spokesperson?" ”

It's very rude to say this, and of course, there is a big reason why Suzaku can say so unscrupulously is that Suzaku himself is already angry.

"That being said, if you don't use this method, do you think you have any way?" Honglian said with an indifferent face: "If you have any way, you can do it, but unfortunately not." ”

Suzaku's face turned blue and white, and his lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Xiaobai, Xiaosheng and Maomao kept covering their ears and didn't speak, but it could be seen from their frowning brows that even if they covered their ears, they were still affected to a certain extent.

Invariably, I remembered the saddest day of my life, and invariably, I remembered to use death to solve a qiē.

But a few people are not ordinary people, and such an idea can still be within the scope of control.

Qin Mu's song of death not only contains the singing part, but also the suppression of sound waves, for a witch song aimed at the destruction of spiritual power, it is complicated, Qin Mu was in the state of the soul body, and he was able to sing it lightly, because in the state of the soul body, the restrictions obtained were very few.

And now, Qin Mu had to use the witch dance to increase the intensity of the witch song.

The effect is also very good, the snowman on the ground who wants to gather slowly gradually stops moving, all the scattered snowflakes are still in place, and even some small, the snowflakes at the edge turn into white dust, let the wind blow away.

The terrible thing about the song of death is that it can lightly make people give up the will to survive, and make people look for death with all their hearts.

Like a snowman, no matter how much damage he suffers, he can recover as soon as possible, and with such a witch song, he can be completely destroyed.

Only by destroying the will to survive in his heart will the snowman not reorganize lightly.

Under such a witch song, the snowman's pile of snow is just white snow, and there is not much change. Until the end of the witch song.

"I'm ......" Qin Mu seemed to be out of strength, and just said a word, and fell to the ground softly.

Xiao Bai hurriedly supported him, Xiao Bai's face was not very good at this time, but it was much better than Qin Mu.

"Tell me what kind of witch song you are." Suzaku wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth angrily, and said very unhappily: "After you finished singing this witch song, the snowman is right, what about us?" We're almost done too, okay? At the beginning, the old lady said that your qualifications are not good, and you are still trying to ...... with your qualifications."

Seeing that Suzaku was about to speak at length again, Honglian directly told her to shut up: "Don't talk nonsense, when you eliminate it, you have no ability to blame others, what's the matter with you?" ”

"You!" Suzaku was blushing by Honglian's words, and he was angry, but he didn't expect Honglian to protect his shortcomings like this, obviously Qin Mu's Wuge skills were not at home, but Honglian still felt that Qin Mu was not wrong?

This is not a short-term protection, this Nima is completely blind worship.

Suzaku seemed to want to refute something, but only heard the sound of "Gaba", which made a group of people stunned, and when everyone looked for the source of the sound, they saw that a huge crack suddenly appeared in the place where the snowman was broken.

The crack was a meter wide, and just as everyone noticed, many more cracks came out.

At the edge of the crack was the snow on the snowman, and the snow, or the flakes of stone and the huge carrots, had fallen to the side, as if they had become utterly dead.

Honglian and Qin Mu looked at each other, both feeling the fear in each other's eyes.

A smell of death pervaded.

This is completely different from Qin Mu's Song of Death, the breath of death brought by the Song of Death is a kind of depressive and overwhelming, and you can clearly feel that kind of repression, but if this kind of repression is firm enough and not directly heard, Qin Mu's sound wave suppression alone will not be able to cause damage that destroys the sex.

However, there are definitely psychological shadows.

This is also the reason why Honglian is determined to ask Qin Mu to sing the song of death, this woman estimates that everyone should be able to bear it, including the three policemen who don't know anything.

However, the breath of death that pervades the air now is another, this breath of death is rough, violent, and penetrates people's hearts, making people unable to resist, not repressing, but resonating.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were a little wrong.

Qin Mu only felt as if the heavens and the earth were beginning to become heavy, all the qiē had become black and white, and there was nothing in this world that he could love, and it was boring.

At that moment, a cyan claw reached out from the ice, grabbed his ankle firmly and dragged it down.

The entire ice surface seemed to suddenly be unable to bear all the weight and began to sink, but the people above looked dead and silent, and did not resist at all.

Even the old monsters like Red Lotus and Suzaku who don't know how many thousands of years they have lived have given up resistance.

Everyone, dragged into the ice by a few cyan, emaciated paws.

At this time, Qin Mu felt as if it was an earth-shaking feeling, everything began to turn upside down and began to overturn, but it seemed that he was still enjoying this feeling very much, enjoying the appearance of everything in the world becoming black and white, and then in black and white, a little bit of sinking, a little bit of disappearing, all the world, all the world, turned black, and finally returned to calm.

Qin Mu even saw Chonghua's worried face in this black.

The face was not only worried, but also seemed to contain a wave of anger in his eyes, and that anger turned into a sharp blade in his eyes, turning into a fire, as if it was about to burn and ruin.

"Qin Mu! Wake up! Chonghua's voice sounded in Qin Mu's head, like the sound of bells and drums.

Qin Mu's heart was shocked, the feeling that everything around him was black disappeared, and the surrounding scenery became clear little by little, and when he became specific, the pain coming from his ankle made him can't help but contract, and there was a biting cold around him, he had never been so cold. One