Doomsday Queen Has Ignited

With a slightly disdainful chuckle, Yan Ci straightened his face, and a flute suddenly appeared in his hand. The green flute only had an inner pattern of auspicious clouds at the end, and it looked valuable.

Noticing Mu Jing's gaze, Yan Ci tightened his grip on his weapon and said, "This flute has signed a contract with me. You can't play it."

"I've snatched other people's pianos before, but I haven't seen them talk to each other a few times, right?"

Although Wan Yao had previously asked Wan Yao to remove some of her memories with a small object that could eat and seal some unpleasant memories, the ability of that little object was obviously not very good. The sealed memories would automatically disappear after just two days out of the body. Back in her mind, Wan Yao explained that the power of her soul was too strong, and the power of the things he created could not restrain her at all.

This made Wan Yao a little frustrated, but he was also happy about it, because her soul was stronger and she would not be harmed by those people's dirty tricks.

The person who had memories and had begun to recover the memories of his previous life looked at Yan Ci who was afraid that he would go over and snatch his things away, and said: "If you are afraid, why do you want to come here and die?"

Yan Ci held the flute tighter, "You can't let others find you first."

Mu Jing raised an eyebrow, "You mean Sijia?"

I intuitively thought so, so I asked directly.

"Have you met him?"

Yan Ci frowned, "Sure enough, he still beat me to it?"

Mu Jing turned the ring on her index finger, looked at him thoughtfully, and then lowered her gaze back to the flute, "I happen to be lacking something that can break someone's legs, and you have just the right one."

"Do you know the origin of my jade flute? How dare you say that?"

Yan Ci held the jade flute horizontally and was about to play, but found that no sound came out? !

what's the situation? !

Just when he was stunned, a sharp pain came from his chin. This sudden attack made him fall to the ground. At the same time, he let go of his hand, and the jade flute fell into Mu Jing's hand!

He covered his chin and said inarticulately: "Give it back to me!"

"You, who have a contract with this flute, can't play it?"

He twirled the flute with an extremely graceful movement and said, "Have your hall master warned you? Don't compete with people whose strength is too different, or you will die."

Mu Jing treated Yan Ci like a cat teasing a mouse. She didn't worry about what he would do at all. She put the thing into the ring in front of Yan Ci, but suddenly thought of something and took it away again. When I came out, I glanced at the auspicious cloud at the end. After thinking for a while, I tried to drop my own blood on the cloud.

"No--!"

Before Yan Ci finished his roar, the flute held in Mu Jing's hand had already changed color, and even Xiangyun turned into a ferocious skeleton, as if to please its new master.

"Oh?"

Mu Jing was a little surprised by this, "So simple?"

Wan Yao yawned in the sea of ​​consciousness, "Don't give away the things that come to your door for free. Even though this stern speech seems to be quite shrewd, in fact, I am very impulsive. I snatched his jade flute, which can be regarded as teaching him a lesson."

Mu Jing was not very interested in things used by others, and even threw them back into the ring with a bit of disgust, and said to the still shocked people: "Why don't we make a deal?"

After saying that, he walked up to Yan Ci, used ice to shrink the space where he could move, exhaled cold air, clasped his chin and said: "How about taking me to see your hall master? Let me see him, and I will I will return the flute to you and give you a chance to fight with me when you go back."