Alien God System

Old demon, dare you see the real chapter under your hand, and see who of us is a waste. Don't think your sonic power is invincible in the world! "

Okay, then you all go together, the old man just use one hand, and one more hand counts me lose! "

you……"

Okay, don't make any noise. If you really want to fight, fight with me! "

The four priests and Mo Shaoqiu couldn't see each other, they were tit-for-tat, and they were about to start doing it soon, but they were stopped by Yang Feng's shout.

With Yang Feng's strength and current prestige, no matter whether Mo Shaoqiu or those who worshipped, he dared not make any trouble in front of him. After clenching his teeth, he swallowed all the anger into his stomach and stopped clamoring. .

Yang Feng glanced at them lightly and smiled, and the smile was so natural.

For the four worshippers, Senior Mo is a guest after all. No matter how big your prejudice is against the predecessors of Mo, you should not be rude to the guests or be rude. "

Senior Mo, just now four of the four in the family worshipped impolitely and ran into the senior. Yang is here to apologize to the senior and hope that the senior will forgive him! "

With that, Yang Feng stood up straight and bowed to Mo Shaoqiu, Corporal Lixian.

Mo Shaoqiu saw him, so he didn't dare to neglect, so he got up and worshipped back, admiring Yang Feng even more in his heart.

After all, with Yang Feng's strength here, he was able to treat him so respectfully, and a warm current flowed through his heart, and he said with shame: Yang Daxia has a humble heart, Mo Mou dare not be ashamed! "

Senior Mo is polite, please sit down! "

With a slight smile, Yang Feng invited Mo Shaoqiu back to his seat, and said lightly: Since Senior Mo is unwilling to be an enemy of Ghost King, let's not talk about Ghost King, let's talk about Senior Mo's thoughts. "

My heart? "

Yes, Senior Mo, a dignified third-order late master of Shu Ling, would actually play accompaniment for a little girl in the brothel. Is it interesting to that little girl? "

Raising his brows slightly, Yang Feng said with a light smile: But this is not right. As Senior Mo, would he not even have the money to raise a little girl? Why let her sing in the brothel? "

There must be a bigger conspiracy! "

Hearing this, the great worship on the side directly arbitrarily said.

Mo Shaoqiu glanced at him coldly, no longer looked at him, but smiled at Yang Feng and said: Da Xia Yang didn't know that the old man was pulling music in the brothel, not for women. That little girl, the old man has only known each other for a few months, and there is no friendship, let alone any thoughts. "

Oh? Not a woman in the brothel, why? "

For the way of music! "

Music? music? "

Not bad! "

The corner of his mouth curled up, and Mo Shaoqiu wandered around with a face: Mo Mou had no hobbies in his life, but only liked listening to wonderful sounds. The brothel, to ordinary people, seems to be a place for men and women to find pleasure. But you can't deny that from ancient times to the present, how many occasional witty words of talented and beautiful women have occurred in this brothel. "

Here is full of love between men and women, joys and sorrows, all kinds of people, all kinds of music, and many poets and poems, leaving good lines. The old man is here looking at the warmth and warmth of the people, laughing and laughing, helpless, high and low. Every emotion, accompanied by a melodious song, lingered in the old man's ears. The old man does not want to break this natural and comfortable environment, so he has always been a low-key melodrama, feeling everything in it! "

Having said this, Mo Shaoqiu closed his eyes deeply and seemed to be immersed in his own imagination again.

Yang Feng stared at him closely and nodded clearly.

So, he is a composer looking for inspiration in the brothel!

It seems that he is a music enthusiast and loves music very much, so this is easy. Knowing his hobbies, starting from this point, I don't believe it can't fix him.

A brilliant light flashed in his eyes, and Yang Feng smiled lightly: It turns out that Senior Mo has a good age, no wonder I look at your temperament, you are very elegant, an artistic bacteria! "

what? "

Uh no, it's an artistic cell! "

sense of art? "

Mo Shaoqiu still didn't understand, and Yang Feng didn't bother to explain it any more, but said solemnly: But Senior Mo, if there is no music in this world, what should you do? "

how is this possible? How could this world lose music? "

It's possible! "

Mo Shaoqiu curled his lips indifferently, when Mo Shaoqiu heard the Heavenly Night Story, but Yang Feng nodded solemnly, and shouted: When the ghost king and the black soul tree are resurrected, it is the day **** descends. In hell, such a place full of human wailing, do you think there will be music? "

His complexion changed slightly, and Mo Shaoqiu stopped talking.

Yang Feng looked at him deeply, and then asked: What would you do if I cast you a curse now so that you would never be able to hold your instrument or hear the music anymore? "

Then you might as well kill me! "His face tightened, and a trace of fear flashed in Mo Shaoqiu's eyes. Without the calmness and elegance of the previous period, he seemed to be really afraid of Yang Summit doing this, because Yang Feng had this strength.

His eyes sighed slightly, and Yang Feng was happy because he had found the weakness of Mo Shaoqiu: So, music is more important than your life? "

Without the music, what does it mean for the old man to be alive? "

Yes, music is more important than life in your heart. Now that the ghost king is going to destroy it, can you really sit back and watch? "

But I..."

Gritting his teeth tightly, Mo Shaoqiu hesitated: He saved my life after all. Even if I don't help him, I can't harm him. This is moral. "

You are just a small righteousness, once the black soul tree is resurrected, it will poison the world, you..."

enough! "

Hearing his words, Da Fu immediately retorted righteously, but Yang Feng stopped him directly, and then said in a loud voice: Morality is morality, there is no difference between big and small. The King of Ghosts saved his life. The King of Ghosts will poison the world. Everyone in the world can scold the King of Ghosts, but he can't. Because the King of Ghosts is sorry to the whole world, but he is not sorry, so he has no right to scold the King of Ghosts, this is righteousness! "

Nodding slightly, Mo Shaoqiu looked at Yang Feng with more respect.

Because Yang Feng is not like those decent people, always standing on the commanding heights of morality and accusing them of those in the magic way, but can fully understand their principles of life.

Mo Shaoqiu was convinced by being so minded and understanding.

but! "

But soon, Yang Feng's conversation turned, and he looked at Mo Shaoqiu and said: Although I have never seen the horror of the Black Soul Tree, I heard that the Black Soul Tree can **** human souls and plant black soul marks on people. It has been spreading to the outside world, endlessly, and can turn the world's creatures into ghosts. By then, the entire ten empires will be Sun Luo Hell. "

There are no people, no laughter, no sorrows and joys, and no places like brothels to chant poems, places where men and women love, and no music. All the good things in the world will disappear without a trace. Senior Mo, if you say that there is no music, you are bored alive. In other words, music is more important than your life. Although the King of Ghosts saved your life, but he wants to put you in such a boring world, is this a kindness or a hatred? "

Yang Feng spoke with great emotion, and Mo Shaoqiu's brows trembled as he heard it, his face gradually sinking, as if thoughtful.

For the life-saving grace of the King of Ghosts, it is righteous to be born and die, but what have you done for your beloved music? When your music is about to be destroyed by the ghost king, can you stand by and watch? If this is the case, are you embarrassed to say that music is more important than your life? "

enough! "

bump!

Suddenly, Mo Shaoqiu was finally angry with a fist on the table, and his eyes burned with anger. He gritted his teeth and said: Ghost King, you dare to destroy my music and music, the old man will never let you go! "

Is that right? It's not a waste of my tongue to induce it.

Hearing what he said, Yang Feng couldn't help but shrugged slightly and smiled.

Get it done!

From now on, we finally have a general who can handle it, ha ha!