Music Engine Singing Su the World [System]

Lan Huai slept until dawn, and when he woke up, he felt that it was extremely quiet outside, not even Feng Jiu was there.

He looked around blankly, and Yao Yaoling suddenly said: "This is not right."

"What's wrong?" Lan Huai was a little confused, and said, "What's wrong?"

"Why is it so quiet here?"

A cold wind poured into the empty hall, Lan Huai ran out to have a look, and everything around was very quiet, so quiet that it made people chill.

He shrank his neck, ran out and started looking for Elder Wuyou.

Wuyou is not here, he scratched his head, feeling a little sleepy for a while.

The feeling of going nowhere.

He sighed, found a ladder and sat down in this silent palace, and called Meng Nie in a bored voice: "Master?"

Mengnie didn't reply to him, but Lan Huai was not worried. He thought of the fact that Mengnie came to look for him under the thunder light that night, and couldn't help holding his cheeks. He got up and opened the door to return to the gap in the space. .

Many days have passed since the Yinba finals, but things about him on the Internet have not calmed down. There are still many people on Weibo who leave messages and check in, and some ask about the situation between him and Meng Nie.

Lan Huai rubbed his face, and seriously answered a person's question.

"Did you go on honeymoon with Teacher Meng?"

"Well, we went to another world."

I just replied, and the people in the comments immediately became active again!

They clacked and asked about Lan Huai's condition, which made Lan Huai very embarrassed. He didn't want to share what happened yesterday with these people.

He called Mengnie again, but still did not get a reply.

Lan Huai didn't see Meng Nie's figure for many days in a row, even when he opened the back door from time to time, the endless palace was still as silent as that day.

Lan Huai couldn't hold back, and ran around the palace, finally met a servant: "Mr. Lan."

Lan Huai turned back and looked at him: "Where did the master go?"

"It's time to go to the God Realm."

Lan Huai didn't understand what he was doing there, but the servant said, "I'll be back soon."

"Oh." Lan Huai walked out of the Endless Palace aimlessly.

Speaking of which, except for the time when he was carried out by his master, he had never watched the city.

There are many people living an ordinary and quiet life here, and they are grateful to Mengnie, just like ordinary people are grateful to God.

Lan Huai thought while walking, couldn't help but looked up at the sky, and secretly said to Yaoyaoling, "I also want to cultivate immortality."

"You are not qualified."

Lan Huai snorted unhappily.

Yao Yaoling suddenly said: "Could it be that he is going to attack the Upper God Realm?"

"How come so fast?"

Lan Huai wandered around the Wanwu City for a few days, and found that there were a lot of delicious food here. Those people had seen him at the high pavilion at that time, knew that he was from Mengnie, and treated him very kindly. Running to the teahouse to sing there, many people were stunned.

A strange scene soon appeared in the city of all things. Wherever Lan Huai stood and sang, many people would sit around and meditate. The spiritual energy poured into the body endlessly, and they didn't worry about going crazy.

The kind-hearted people here really excited Lan Huai for several days. Gradually, singing seemed to become his daily routine. He took him out to sing a song when he had nothing to do, and gained countless fans, which made Lan Huai very happy.

He occasionally sleeps outside, and the owner of the inn also likes him, and often gives him some delicious snacks.

Lan Huai also went to study. In a bookstore, he learned to write from the boss inside. His qualifications were mediocre, and the handwriting he wrote was so ugly that he couldn't bear to look directly at it.

The boss shook his head and sighed: "Words are like a person... This, it won't work on you."

Lan Huai's face was full of joy: "Is it because I'm so good-looking?"

The bookstore owner has never seen such a narcissistic person.

Fortunately, Lan Huai did not accomplish nothing. Apart from singing to Meng Nie with headphones every day, he also wrote letters to Meng Nie. Two words could fill a sheet of rice paper. Even so, he never tired of it.

On this day, in the peaceful city of all things, a thunderbolt suddenly sounded on a sunny day!

The sound pierced the sky, making people tremble with fear.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden torrential rain!Passers-by ran towards the house one after another.

Lan Huai stood in front of the window of the bookstore, looking up suspiciously. He didn't know anything about it. The owner of the bookstore came over and said, "This...why did the sky change suddenly?"

After all, there was another thunderbolt in the sky outside!It was deafening, and the torrential rain became more intensive.

In less than an hour, the rain outside had begun to enter the store.

The boss cast a spell to set up a protective cover to block the rain from outside the house. He frowned and said, "There is something strange."

There was another violent thunder!Lan Huai trembled in fright, took a step back, and said, "How could this be?"

"I've never seen weather like this in my life!"

Footsteps suddenly sounded in the heavy rain, and someone ran in quickly to take shelter from the rain in the bookstore. Lan Huai saw that it was the storyteller from the tea shop.

He entered the door and said: "I think the God has fallen. The Emperor secretly attacked the God Realm without any warning. Now that there are three thunderclaps, there must be a god who died under the Emperor's sword!"

After all, there was another muffled thunder outside, and the sound of the rain almost made people speak at the top of their voices. The boss went to close the store and let them come to the back room together, and it became a little quieter.

Lan Huai started to feel a little cold, the boss brought a thick fur coat and put it on for him, and chatted with the storyteller again.

Yaoyaoling said to Lan Huai, "Mengnie is more than a little bit more ominous this time."

Lan Huai blinked: "Why?"

"Slaying the gods will be condemned by the heavens. You can hear that the thunder has not stopped. He has killed so many gods. I'm afraid there are ancient gods among them. Otherwise, there won't be such a big movement here... It really is a bug!" After finishing speaking, he suddenly turned to Lan Huai, and said, "He will definitely be injured in this war. When he comes back, you will kill him."

Lan Huai ignored him, he continued to call Meng Nie, and the voice was transmitted densely, but suddenly he heard Yao Yaoling's voice again: "Your voice cannot reach the upper God Realm."

Lan Huai stood up, pushed the door and ran out, but was pulled by the boss before stepping out of the protective cover: "It's raining so hard, where are you going?"

"I, I'll go back."

"Go back to the palace?"

"No." Lan Huai said, "I want to find the master."

"You?" The boss smiled and said, "You don't have any knowledge, how can you go to the God Realm?"

With a bitter face, Lan Huai said sullenly, "Then what should I do?"

"The only solution for now is to wait."

The thunder roared outside, louder and louder, and the rainstorm became faster and faster. Lan Huai was trapped in the bookstore, pacing back and forth anxiously.

Everyone is just guessing what happened in the upper realm, but they can't be sure at all.

Lan Huai glanced outside through the window from time to time, and the dark sky weighed on people's hearts like the end of the world.

Yaoyaoling said: "Lan Huai, you have to make a decision, how many people do you think he killed?"

"They bullied the master first."

"So you think we're equally damned?"

Lan Huai stopped in his tracks, and the bookstore owner and the storyteller looked over together.

Lan Huai turned back, looked at the torrential rain outside, and gently tugged on the cloak on his body. He thought of everything Mengnie had experienced here, and said, "Why did you bind him? Doing that is hopeless." matter."

"We just randomly selected an experimenter." Yaoyaoling said: "This book is originally a fiction, and everything is fiction."

"A few words, but it was a real torment for those who experienced it."

"You're getting better at talking."

"Maybe it's because I've read a lot of books recently." Lan Huai stood in front of the window, watching the rainwater being isolated from the protective cover, with a hint of worry in his expression.

Meng Nie's voice suddenly came from next to his ear, hoarse and weak: "Lan Huai, talk to me, or...sing."

"Master?! The demon spirit said you couldn't hear me."

"No, I can hear it...it just doesn't want you to help me." Mengnie panted in a low voice: "Speak to me, I can hear everything."

He fell silent again, but Lan Huai's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yaoyaoling continued: "You must understand that good is good and evil is evil. Now that Meng Nie is beheading the true gods of this world, do you think all their lives are not lives?"

Lan Huai ignored it, he stood quietly in front of the window, quietly transmitted his voice to Meng Nie, no one could hear his voice, except Meng Nie himself.

Another thunderbolt pierced the sky, Lan Huai's fingers grasped the window lattice tightly, and the next second, the protective cover burst open.

The boss said: "Lan Huai! Come in!"

The torrential rain came from the window, and within a minute his chest and cheeks were all wet. Lan Huai was pulled back by the boss.

Yao Yaoling suddenly said: "Lan Huai, are you communicating with Meng Nie again?"

He didn't want to lie to it, so he chose not to answer.

Meng Nie came all the way from the fairy world to the Misty Pavilion of Jiuchongtian. The journey was unimpeded and he was never blocked by anything.

But just before Misty Pavilion, someone suddenly blocked his way.

Shangshen already knew that people like him would worry about whether he had a future, so he sent people to guard here early. He had already understood a lot in his heart along the way, and he was not in a hurry when he saw people coming.

In fact, he has always known that he is a person with no future, and his life is just breaking free from the shackles forcibly.

He showed the God-Slaying Knife, and said calmly, "Get out of the way."

No one backed away, and the High God would not let go of the opportunity to kill him. In the Misty Pavilion, dozens of High Gods came out slowly, staring at him closely.

War breaks out!

He doesn't know what happened in the mortal world, he only knows that everything has turned blood red, and the crazy desire in his heart is urging him, only by killing them can he know whether Lan Huai will betray him.

I don't know how long it took, but Meng Nie only heard the singing sounding non-stop, forming a line in his ears, and the rich spiritual power poured into his body, and every time he was exhausted, he seemed to be drawn Inject new life.

When he dragged the God-slaying Knife and slowly came to the eyes of the sky——

He thought, if he could see himself with Lan Huai here, then Lan Huai would not betray him, if he could only see himself alone, then...he would definitely kill Lan Huai.

Everything gradually appeared in front of him.

On the Misty Pavilion in the Upper God Realm, he saw himself standing on the highest point, quietly looking down at everything, and there was no Lan Huai around him.

Suddenly, something ruptured in his chest, festering and bleeding rapidly, he clenched the blade in his hand, and suddenly changed his mind again.

He must lock up Lan Huai and imprison him for life——

Let him roll in his palm for the rest of his life.