Way of Choices

Xiangqiu didn't notice the blind piano player.

More precisely, he did not see the blind piano player.

Because the blind musician is too humble.

It was also because the great priest standing in front of him at this time was too dazzling.

The face of the great priest was carved like a sculpted face, and his beautiful eyebrows were full of frost.

"King of Linghai! What do you want to do?"

Xiangqiu's eyes swept the strong national religion outside the courtyard, his eyes became extremely sharp, and the **** blood could be seen in the depths.

The king of Linghai said with a blank expression: "Holy Oracle, no one can enter or leave this yard, and the offender will die."

Yes, no matter who wins or loses the Baidi and the shepherds, will not move the young devil.

This compound is indeed the safest place in Baidi City today.

But the Xiangzu patriarch and the devil had forgotten one thing.

There are many strong human races in Baidi City today.

No matter who wins or loses the Baidi and the shepherds, they all want to kill the young devil.

Xiangqiu still didn't understand this truth, Shen Sheng said: "You should be very clear, he is a guest of my family."

The king of Linghai was indifferent and did not mean to give way.

Xiangqiu shouted sharply: "Do you want to die!"

After saying this, he took his subordinates and killed them.

Then he died.

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Xiangqiu is indeed the strongest person of this generation, the realm strength and even the means are very powerful.

Those subordinates are also elite masters of the Xiang family.

But standing outside the courtyard is the king of Linghai, the prince of Siyuan, the archbishop of Eucalyptus and the thirty-two of the household.

In other words, he is facing most of the divorce, how can there be a chance of winning.

Of course, if his opponents are these national education giants, or they will not lose so fast, even if they lose, they will not die so fast.

The problem is that the king of Linghai and others did not make a shot, and their attention was in the courtyard.

Xiangqiu and Xiangzu masters faced a group of idlers.

Those were seven vendors, six bureaucrats, three fortune tellers, two old people selling hemp sugar, and a little girl buying fat powder.

Even if it is known that these people are from Wenshui City, it should be a master of the Tang family, but this kind of collocation is still easy to be regarded as an idle man.

More than ten violent demon powers are rising!

A crisp voice rang on the street, not because the iron ring on the door was swayed everywhere by the strong wind, but the copper money fell from the hands of seven vendors to the ground.

The copper money was rolling on the ground, concealing the heavens and earth, and forming a dazzle naturally.

Two fortune tellers stood in the array of eyes, watching the demon masters who came from the roaring sky, rolled their eyes.

They are not contempt, but deduction calculation at high speed.

Six government officials stepped forward with no expression on their faces, and greeted them with their hands shaking.

Six water and fire sticks separated life and death, protruding their heads from the cloud, they would smash everything in front of them into the nether world.

Even more frightening is that the iron chains bound by the six fire and water sticks seem to be able to bind all the souls of life.

The violent atmosphere hedged, forming countless strange pictures and terrifying turbulence in the streets in front of the courtyard.

At this moment, the two old people selling sesame sugar took a step forward, lifted their front **** between their waists, and then punched forward indefinitely.

The two fists carried the infinite light, and scattered the wind blowing from the red river, like two burning suns, burning everything.

Then, a piece of fat powder like peach blossom, like pear blossom, or red or white, enveloped the field.

In the end, a desolate piano sounded like weeping snow and snow, and sent away.

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Blood was everywhere in front of the compound.

More than ten strong elders of the Xiang family fell into their own blood.

Xiangqiu's injury was the worst, his clothes were ragged, and dozens of extremely thin cracks appeared on the demon's body that was stronger than steel. The blood spewed out of the thin but straight cracks, contacted with the space, and immediately turned into a very strange and gorgeous color, obviously poisoned.

Looking at these government agencies and vendors, his eyes were full of pain and shock.

He never thought that he would see so many terrible exercises and methods in such a short time.

If he wasn’t dazzled by excessive blood loss, wouldn’t that... really be a burning tactic!

These Tang masters are really terrible, he and his subordinates are too late to go crazy, they are defeated!

Xiangqiu's eyes finally fell on the blind piano player outside the crowd and the old piano in his arms.

The strings of the old piano look so sharp, even if you cut a lot of body, there is no trace of blood.

Looking at the old piano, Xiangqiu suddenly felt a little cold.

The piano sounded.

He knew that even if there were no such merchants, the blind piano player alone would be enough to kill everyone.

Even if he and his subordinates went crazy in advance, they could not escape the end.

Even if his father is present, it is not necessarily the opponent of this blind violinist!

There was a strong remorse in Xiangqiu's eyes.

He didn't see the blind piano player just now, so he didn't notice that the blind piano player's shoulders were always slightly sagged.

This posture looks a bit tired, and may also be for the convenience of holding the piano.

Humans who like to sling their shoulders are often really amazing people.

For example, Wang Po, for example, another kind of red, for example, this blind violinist.

His voice trembled and asked, "It's really strong... who the **** are you?"

The blind musician did not answer his question.

Maybe someone will be willing to answer the question of the dying person in order to express his generosity or grace.

But blind musicians don't.

Many years ago there was a civil strife in the mountain gate. He was seriously injured by the suzerain, and he finally picked up a life.

Since then, he has no idea what Kuan Ren is.

Many years ago, he avoided Su Li because of closed recuperation, and then lived for so many years in Wenshui City like an old dog.

After that, he was no longer qualified to say anything.

Including this time, at the invitation of Mrs. Tang, he came to Baidi City and was responsible for protecting the safety of Chen Changsheng. In his view, it was nothing more than work.

He is just doing his job, receiving some money and food to support the elderly.

So he will not answer Xiangqiu's question.

He even thought he had no interest in anything.

But today there seems to be some differences.

He looked at the compound and looked through the door of the compound, falling under the tree in the depths.

There was a figure under the tree.

His knowledge of the sea has long been calm, almost frozen, but at this time it gradually melted.

His consciousness was already a dry stream, but at this time, water gradually flowed in and began to beat the rocks on the shore.

Because of his heart, which was as old as Chagi, suddenly a little flame grew, and then the fire gradually became larger.

At the moment when he saw the figure, he came to life, and even his mind began to stir.

Without the wind, his clothes began to swell.

His face became more and more ruddy.

His eyes are getting brighter.

He became much younger.

He seemed to be able to live another five hundred years.

But he didn't want those five hundred years.

If today he can kill each other.

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