Zhao Hai's blow was absolutely impossible for them to resist.

What about Mu Yan? Will she be able to block it?

Boom ——! There was a loud bang.

Zhao Hai seemed to see a blood-red splash in front of him.

There was a happy and regretful look on his face.

With such a beautiful body, how many fast bones should be broken with this punch!

It's a shame.

But it doesn't matter, he has a lot of pills in his hands, at least he can hang a life, and he can do whatever he wants when the time comes......

Zhao Hai's thoughts had just turned, and suddenly a quiet fragrant wind wafted from the tip of the pen.

He was stunned at first, and then his heart swelled with intense uneasiness and fear.

In the blink of an eye, he wanted to run backwards.

But in the end, it was still a step too late.

A sharp pain came from his shoulder, and then he watched one of his hands fly out.

"Ahhh——!!h The intense pain and terrible screams blew away the fog in front of Zhao Hai's eyes little by little.

He saw that not far away, the girl in green clothes stood in the wind, smiling lazily and charmingly.

The morning sun fell on her blown-up face, and the beauty made people forget that they were in heaven on earth or in heaven.

But at this moment, Zhao Hai looked at this scene, but he couldn't rise to the slightest charm, only deep fear and horror.

"You...... Why? Why did you dodge the attack? I'm ...... Obviously it should have hit you! ”

At that moment, he even felt Mu Yan's blood spraying on his face.

But why, in the end, Mu Yan was intact, but he had one of his hands cut off.

With slender fingers gently plucking the strings, Mu Yan raised his head and revealed a casual smile, "Does [Floating Like a Dream] taste good?" Do you want to have another dream? ”

Zhao Hai was in a trance at first, and then his eyes widened suddenly, "You...... You manipulated my senses with the sound of the piano? No...... How is this possible?! Even in the Xiuzhen Continent, there are very few musicians who can do it, how can you be a mortal in the Martial Arts Continent ......"

Mu Yan didn't seem to hear his roar at all, and still said unhurriedly: "Do you know, why don't I let the shadow ghost clean you up, but come by myself?" ”

Zhao Hai covered his hands, which were still bleeding, and glared at her in horror.

At this moment, there is no longer the joy and pride in his heart after the successful calculation, let alone those greed and desires.

Only fear remains of this beautiful girl.

Mu Yan chuckled lowly, "Don't be so nervous? I want to get my hands dirty, certainly not because I would love to win you. A waste like you who escaped from the Xiuzhen Continent in embarrassment, I don't even feel disgusted to look at it. ”

"I'm going to do it myself, just because there's no one here who can make you suffer like hell more than I do."

"Just now I was really afraid that you would choose to commit suicide, then it would be boring."

Mu Yan raised his eyebrows and landed on Zhao Hai's face, "But now, even if you want to commit suicide, it's too late." ”

The curvature of the corners of his mouth became deeper and deeper, and his smile became more and more bright and moving, but in Zhao Hai's eyes, it was like the sickle of death, waving in front of his eyes.

The strings were gently plucked with his hands, and the melodious music was like a poisonous snake, burrowing into Zhao Hai's mind little by little, eroding his soul little by little.

His body staggered down, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't open them anymore.

Before his consciousness was completely dragged into the illusion, he heard the melodious and brisk voice of the girl.