Then another knock on the gong.

It sounds like thunder.

Everyone present trembled in the hearts of the people present.

Ren Shaohua felt a faint pain in his head, but he still gritted his teeth and put a folding fan forward.

"What a fearless young man." Mingluo sneered in dismay.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano suddenly started.

The gentle song came from the room, and Ren Shaohua's mind felt clear.

He seemed to have returned to the Lin'an Poetry Festival that year. Under the osmanthus flowers flying in the wind, he was dressed in white and was as romantic as the snow.

And she played the piano not far away.

The sound of the piano was soft, but the osmanthus flowers falling in the air trembled.

After the wind stops, the flowers stop and the rain ends, the poetry meeting ends.

The boy stood up and subconsciously wanted to shake off the fallen flowers on his body, but found that his clothes were still white, but full of the fragrance of flowers. He was stunned and turned around, but saw a girl's smiling face.

Although memories are long, reality is just a blink of an eye.

He looked up and looked at the gong.

"The young master is not fearless."

“But it’s dust-free.”

"The sound of the devil is not permeated with the ears, the disturbance is not permeated with the heart. The remaining flowers do not touch the clothes, and the world does not leave dust - this is the Wuchen belonging to the young master."

Then it dissipated like smoke.

The other three people only felt a silver moonlight floating by in front of them.

Soon, he appeared again. A blood mark appeared on his left sleeve, which was extremely conspicuous.

"What a young master Wuchen." Mingluo Yinchao raised his fingers and wiped it on his face, then applied it to the blood mark again, and the mourning clothes were whiter again, "But even the young master could not escape the word death."

"You may as well try it." Ren Shaohua said lightly, his eyes full of arrogance. At this moment, he was really the one he was nine years ago - the one who aroused the hearts of all the women in Lin'an's boudoir, the young master of Moshang.

"Indeed, compared to that guy, you are more worthy of the word "Young Master". It can even be said that these two words are tailor-made for you." Mingluo Yincha smiled, "But even a young master cannot refuse my invitation, and he is not qualified to invite me."

"So, I won't try it. How can you stand with me?" After saying that, he turned the gong hammer and faced the mournful King of Hell at the gong.

At the same time, facing the door.

On the other side, after seeing the green face and fangs, they wanted to get up and move forward, but were pressed by the woman in Maple.

The green-faced and fangs suddenly raised his head and cast a terrified and inquiring look at the girl in the maple.

Seeing that the girl in Fengyi could not escape, she had to shake her head, "That man gave us a death order and said that we must kill him. But he was still the first genius of Fenghua Sect in a century. She learned a complete set of Fenghua Nine Sages, and even his father could not do it. Not to mention you, even if you and me joined forces, they might not be his opponent. The only way is to start with his flaws."

"And his only flaw is the woman in the room!"

After Mingluo Yincha said this, the atmosphere created by Ren Shaohua was immediately extinguished. He frowned, but noticed the gong mallet in Mingluo Yincha's hand, and his face changed.

"Crying ghost? Didn't it break long ago?"

"It can bring peace to pieces, but it can also bring disaster." The half-dead tone of the roar was actually accompanied by a little fierceness.

Ren Shaohua was shocked. Although he had never seen such a depressed face, he followed clues in the lonely boat and found rumors about this depressed face and Bai Luo.

It is a killing weapon that can turn the world into a bloodless purgatory!

He jumped and rushed towards the gong.

"stop!"
Chapter completed!