Chapter 400

Mo Wanfeng's poison flute?

He did not see the flute once or twice. He used to see it in Mo Wanfeng's place, but now he sees it in his beloved. It is inevitable that he will have an indescribable anger.

"Why is the flute of the evening wind with you?" He asked subconsciously.

However, when he asked, the answer was not the expected sound, but a flutes that he did not understand.

And with the sound of the flute, there are living creatures who don't know where they came from. It seems that they are more powerful than those before.

Each snake was much faster and fiercer than the others before. As soon as it appeared, it went straight to yemochen. Yemochen made a quick decision and waved his sword to deal with it.

He didn't dare to be half careless. He was very powerful.

Yuerushuang is standing in front of the window holding the flute, watching Mo Chen dancing sword at night, with a smile on her lips, but her eyebrows are frowning unconsciously.

"You're wrong. This flute is just like the poison flute of the evening wind, not his. It's mine. Its name is Sicheng."

During Mo Wanfeng's three years in Fujiang city with her, she taught her a lot of medical skills, and Wanfeng also taught her how to resist poison flute. This flute was made by Wanfeng specially looking for craftsmen, which is somewhat similar to poison flute.

This is the first time since she learned to play the flute. She mixed some things in it, and the melody changed. Naturally, the effect is different.

This sound will not call for poison, but will make the listener lose the ability to judge and fall into a killing.

Now, yemochen was in the illusion he saw.

To put it bluntly, she just disturbed his mind and made him see something he shouldn't have seen.

It seems that hallucinogenic San plus flute sound can really play a significant role.

She turned around, pushed the door and came out to Yemo Chen. He was still dancing his sword there, and his eyes were bloodthirsty.

Gently shaking her head, she took out the silver needle, found the right time, and stabbed it on Yemo Chen's head.

Severe pain hit, night Mo Chen suddenly wake up, see appear in front of the moon like frost, he was a little surprised: "you are not in the house? How did you get out? Don't you know how dangerous it is? "

"Where is the danger?" The moon is like frost.

"There are poisons all around, you..." As he said it, he motioned to her to look, but when he did, he was stunned.

How could that be?

"Isn't that surprising?" Asked the frost.

After asking, she didn't wait for Yemo Chen to open her mouth, and then said, "the sound of the flute I just made is not to call for poison, but to make you fall into an illusion."

"Visions?" When did the flute sound so loud in the world?

"Of course, the sound of flute can't do that. I just added some powder which can make people have illusions. The powder is in my mouth. It goes out with the sound of the flute. Once people are infected with it, they will have illusions. You are so close to me. It's very normal that you will be hit. " The moon is like frost, which is the solution of the night ink.

The night Mo Chen is startled to gape, for a moment unexpectedly can't say half a sentence.

Yuerushuang pulled out the silver needle on his head and said, "this is the first time I use it. Of course, it won't be the last time."

"For the first time?" Night Mo Chen's face instantly black down: "do you think I'm an experiment?"

"Well, if you think so, you can barely make it." The moon nods like frost.

As soon as his words came out, Yemo Chen's face was naturally ugly. He felt that the rain was about to come and the wind was all over the building. On his beautiful face, he wrote a few words: I'm extremely upset now!

A sense of crisis suddenly rose in her mind, and she subconsciously stepped back.

However, she did not retreat more, was night Mo Chen stretched out a fishing, suddenly fished into the arms: "how? You want to go after using Ben Wang? The moon is like frost, do these things, don't you want to say something? Don't you think you should do something to calm the king's anger? "

"Well, what does Lord Li want?" The moon, like frost, lifted her eyes and asked cooperatively.

"Look at yourself and say that you will try to please the king and eliminate his anger." The night Mo Chen tiny Mi Mou, way.

He really did not expect that after a fierce fight, what he thought was a more powerful poison was just an illusion, a kind of poison that did not directly fall on the body or make people take it. It would have such an effect. What would be the consequences if it was taken directly?

He couldn't help thinking deeply. If she had this kind of medicine and was found by other people with bad intentions, there would be a wave of drug grabbing, right? Those people will try their best to take her medicine. In that case, isn't she in a very dangerous situation?

"Are you sure you want me to please you?" The moon is like frost.

Night Mo Chen subconsciously nodded, like frost suddenly bullied him, voice obviously changed: "I don't care, just, I'm afraid you can't stand it.""Can't stand it?" Night Mo Chen cold hum: "never tried, how to know?"

With a slight sigh, the Moon said, "since you insist, no wonder I am."

As her voice fell, her expression changed.

She looked up at Yemo Chen, smiling like a flower, her eyes slightly narrowed, charming, posture. She raised her hand to caress his face, slowly sliding down, and intentionally or unintentionally light.

His eyes suddenly contracted, her eyes quickly infected with a layer of desire, she as if not aware, continue to slide down, and the other hand is also particularly restless along his back slowly down, swimming in his waist eye, also don't know whether intentionally or unintentionally, gently played a circle, in his deep pupil eye gaze, she twisted a hard.

At the same time, her hand on his face swam to the chin.

After days of fatigue, his chin had a green beard sticking out, and it felt slightly firm. However, there was an unspeakable subtle feeling. She couldn't help touching it twice more.

Then she moved her hand from her chin to his lips.

His lips were thin. It seemed that he was a cool and thin person, but he was a pair of lips suitable for kissing. Until now, she still remembered that feeling, with endless heat in the cold, which made her confused.

Because of a different feeling for her, she kept her hands on her lips for a while, and rubbed them gently with her slender fingers.

She didn't see his eyes getting deeper and deeper.

The fire in his heart was burning more and more. He finally understood what she said. He was really too excited by her. His whole body seemed not his own.

His hands subconsciously around her waist, want to do something, lips, but suddenly by her to kiss.