I'm really not a crow's mouth

Chapter 92 Give me a face

Liu Qingqing and the others nodded, and set off to walk towards the steps together.

The moment he was about to step up the steps, Xuanji, who had been focusing on Yang Dilei, immediately stopped everyone.

Everyone looked at him strangely, and saw him saying to Yang Dilei with a suspicious look on his face:
"Take out the hand behind you, what were you going to do just now?"

Yang Dilei was speechless, and took his right hand from behind to the front of his body, only to see that what he was holding was the jade flute that was pinned to his waist just now.

"I just want to play a flute for everyone to add to the fun."

Why are you always staring at me? I'm not some scantily clad beauty.

Yang Dilei secretly slandered, did Xiaoji become obsessed with fencing recently?

Could it be that he has practiced the supreme method of fencing, the sword manual to ward off evil spirits?

Xuanji was stunned for a moment. Although he felt a little weird, he didn't ask any more questions.

After all, it is very reasonable to suddenly blow the flute while walking on the steps.

However, he still focused part of his attention on Yang Dilei, and he really couldn't let go of this unknown person.

That feeling was exactly the same as when I got along with Yang Dilei after being cheated by Yang Dilei's crow's mouth.

Although Yang Dilei looks normal on the surface, but at some point, he will send you off with a single sentence.

He always felt that this person had an aura that was very similar to Yang Dilei.

Don't ask, it's a man's instinct to ask.

"This brother, don't know how to call him?"

Hearing Liu Qingqing's question, Yang Dilei smiled slightly.

"In Xiayang Dapao, you can call me Dapao, or you can call me by my nickname."

Xuanji said at the right time: "Brother Da Pao, what is your nickname? It must be Xiao Pao."

It's a big cannon and a small cannon, why don't you call it an Italian cannon?
Yang Dilei shook his head lightly: "Of course not, my nickname is Yang Yulei."

"In that case, let me call you Fish Cannon."

Xuanji nodded, indicating that he knew.

Yang Dilei has black lines all over his head, why does this name feel weird.

He didn't bother to answer the mystery, since the kid hasn't seen him for a while, there might be something wrong with his mind.

But it's not a big problem. I'll just give him physical therapy later and he'll be fine.

One blow of the mallet will definitely make him wake up.

"I didn't expect Brother Big Pao to be so elegant. Then start your performance."

Liu Qingqing looked at Yang Dilei curiously. She had never seen a flute player before.

"Next, please enjoy my Yang Dapao's solo, Kikujiro's Summer."

Yang Dilei put the jade flute to his mouth, and with a little luck, a very strange sound of the flute came from the jade flute.

Hearing the sound of Yang Dilei's flute, Xuanji burst into tears.

He remembered the time when his seventh great-uncle had just passed away, and the music to this tune was played on the day of his burial.

The sound of the flute echoed in this space, making everyone who heard it feel a burst of sadness.

"Brother Yupao, your sad song really touched my heart."

"But you should change the song. We are going up the stairs, not on the road."

Xuanji patted Yang Dilei on the shoulder, motioning him to change the song.

If he keeps blowing like this, I'm afraid he will send them away directly.

"Is there any cheerful song that can boost morale?"

Yang Dilei was taken aback, I think this is a cheerful tune.

Does this mean the intensity is not enough?
So he changed the tune of "Good Luck" again, but when he blew it out of his mouth, there was an inexplicable feeling of "Big Funeral".

Xuanji couldn't bear it anymore, snatched the jade flute from Yang Dilei's hand, and looked at him with red eyes.

"Brother Fish Pao, we are entering a secret realm, not visiting a grave for a funeral. If you keep blowing the whistle, we won't be able to come back."

Yang Dilei awkwardly took the jade flute from Xuanji's hand and pinned it to his waist again.

He thought he played it really well, you see everyone cried.

However, under the gaze of Xuanji, he had no choice but to change the topic.

"Let's hurry up and get on the road, we're the only ones left now."

As soon as Yang Dilei blew the two tunes, the rest of the people rushed up the steps desperately.

Among them, half of them are on the road, and half of them are on the road forever.

Seeing Yang Dilei stepping up directly, Xuanji hurriedly reminded him.

"Brother Fish Pao, be careful, this step is very dangerous..."

From the moment Yang Dilei stepped on the steps, all the weapons around him were neatly arranged on both sides of the steps.

One end of the weapon was slightly tilted towards Yang Dilei, as if welcoming their king.

Turning his head to look at the dumbfounded mystery, Yang Dilei said in confusion:

"what did you just say?"

Xuanji stared dumbfounded at those honest weapons, which formed a strong contrast with the previous scenes of running around.

It's like a self-study class. After the last 10 minutes, it's a holiday, and everyone is having a good time together.

Then the head teacher coughed at the window of the back door, and the whole classroom fell silent instantly, and everyone sat upright.

Liu Qingqing and the others were also stunned, and then looked at Yang Dilei in surprise.

What is the identity of this person, and what strength does he have, to make these weapons submit obediently.

"I just said...well, it's okay, let's go."

Xuanji opened his mouth a few times before finally spitting out these words.

What can I say?

Yang Dilei took the lead and walked in the front, followed by Xuanji and others.

The surrounding weapons are like a military parade, neatly arranged on both sides of the steps, bowing their heads to Yang Dilei.

Every time Yang Dilei went up a step, those weapons would follow him forward.

The current scene has changed to Yang Dilei strolling up the stairs, followed by Xuanji and others, with weapons lined up on both sides.

By the time he reached the platform at level [-], there were already thousands of weapons following behind him.

With so many weapons gathered together, the majestic scene naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone looked at Yang Dilei in surprise, they didn't expect him to be so capable.

Long Yaochen sneered, it's just a trick, I can do it myself.

As for those rubbish, all of them would turn into ashes with one touch of his palm.

In his opinion, Yang Dilei is obviously grandstanding.

When they get to the dark flame, they will definitely reveal their true colors.

After all, even he suffered a hidden loss under his carelessness. He didn't believe that Yang Dilei could pass so easily.

Seeing Yang Dilei stepping up the first step of No.30 so defenselessly, without even using a bit of energy, the corners of Long Yaochen's mouth curled up slightly.

You will pay for your ignorance, idiot.

Sure enough, the moment Yang Dilei stepped on the steps, dark flames rushed towards him quickly, but Yang Dilei still did not move, and there was no fluctuation of vitality around him.

Just when the flame was about to touch him, with a slight smile on his face, he slowly spit out a sentence from his mouth.

"Give me Yang Dapao a face."

In the next second, everyone was stunned.

Because those menacing flames suddenly stopped in place, and then slowly retreated to a distance of one foot away from Yang Dilei, forming two large characters in the air.

face.

(End of this chapter)