"Yes Xuanwu quickly turned around and returned in two seconds. He had not come near yet.


    With a simple move, the body of the instrument flies to itself and falls steadily on the knee. When the seven strings see the master, no one stirs them and they ring. They are still very excited.


    Gently stroking, the string stops automatically, as if it was just a hallucination.


    "Ding Ding..." the gentle music rings out slowly, which has the effect of concentrating and calming Qi, and has the effect of healing.


    Just, he seemed to see a woman, in his smile, "cluck cluck..."


    With the sound of the piano turning, he saw the woman in red, holding a basin of manjushahua in her hand, "night, do you see xiaobaimei? It dances with me in my room every day and makes me happy. It''s so smart! "


    Night Xuan frowns, who is this woman?


    Why so familiar?


    Also, isn''t that the other shore flower? Why do you call Xiaobai such a strange name?


    The picture turns again. It''s in a room dressed in red. Red silk, red candle, Da Xi


    On the bed sat a woman with a big red mandarin duck on her head.


    After a while, a man came in, picked up a red pole and lifted the cover, showing the woman''s appearance, which was the familiar woman.


    They don''t know what to say. The woman laughs and the man goes to get two small wine glasses.


    That man is like jade, the face of evil... That''s not


    The string moves quickly, and the next four people are puzzled and anxiously looking at it.


    White tiger whispered: "master, this is not going to be possessed?"


    "Don''t talk nonsense, watch first!" The green dragon is calm and low.


    Night Xuan continues to frown and look at those pictures. The man with the same face as him turns back and hands a cup to the woman''s arms, and drinks it at the same time.


    Then he fell down on his bed and threw the red clothes out of the tent.


    "Poof..."


    The sound of the piano suddenly played wrong several times, and a mouthful of blood vomited on the piano.


    "Master..."


    Four people big urgent, all rush to come over, night Xuan raises a hand to stop, "nothing!"


    "Cough..."


    Four people are worried of pause step, so still have no matter, that want how just calculate to have a matter.


    The night Xuan in the heart is greatly shaken, is those pictures, all is the picture that he experiences disaster?


    However, he has lived for many years and has never been in such a situation. He has never been impressed by his previous robberies. This time


    Wait, other shore flower, manjushahua... There is only one place in the world, that is


    Shua: the man who was just on his bed had already gone several steps away. He was moving, and it was so far away.


    "Master, where are you going?"


    "Who knows, I don''t want to catch up!"


    Night Xuan all the way to hell, in mid air to see the ghost gate, familiar sound and shadow appear again.


    "I tell you, there is a shortcoming in listening, that is, the clouds in the sky can''t be heard, we can turn into clouds and sneak out..."


    He continued to fly forward, huangquan Road, a bright red, such as blood all over


    The bright red on the Bank of the river is also dazzling: "there is no gray color in the river. I transplanted some flowers from the yellow spring. Is it more beautiful..."


    At the Naihe bridge on the river of forgetting Sichuan, Mengpo sells Mengpo soup. A new ghost jumps into the river of forgetting Sichuan without paying, and then hisses and cries


    Every scene is so familiar. Has he ever been here?


    At the foot of a move, along with the heart of the call, came to a has withered lotus pool.


    Then, he saw the woman in red in the picture, complaining in pain. The tears on her face made his heart ache.