The Lucky Bride Is Pretty And Delicate

Chapter 310 Divine Music Saves People

Wuyou's life is attached to the soul, which seems to be done deliberately by others.

Cutting off the good thoughts of nothing, it is rare to have merit. He practiced the forbidden technique and wanted to change his life against the sky to change it. Perhaps in his opinion, this is easier than saving people and accumulating virtue.

Wu Chu, good and evil are one, Liu Sanniang actually can't see through him the most, like Wu You and Miao Zhen Jiang Bing, all evil is completely evil, but Wu Chu is not.

He is good and saves all living beings, but he is evil and will destroy the common people.

Chu Yan reached out and touched Liu Sanniang's head, Liu Sanniang was startled, and Chu Yan said softly, "Don't worry."

Chu Yan's gentle voice soothed the melancholy in Liu Sanniang's heart, she exhaled, yes, there is no rush.

General Hei ate delicious duck while enjoying Liu Sanniang's touch.

The master's little hands are so comfortable to touch, really happy.

The night was dark, and the whole earth fell into a deep sleep.

Only at this time did the lights begin to brighten.

Inside the Yuqiong Pavilion, it was full of heat, and after the wonderful sound appeared, it was so quiet again.

People seem to have made an appointment, when Miaoyin appeared, they all quieted down and listened quietly to Miaoyin's divine voice.

Among them, there are all kinds of people, and ordinary people listen to it just to enjoy the bliss and satisfaction.

Taoist people like Jingyun Jingmu, in order to purify their impetuous mind, listen to the sounds of nature and meditate, calm their minds and improve their cultivation base a lot.

Miaoyin sang softly on the turning stage, her voice was high and sometimes low, she looked down at the people who were obsessed with her, without Liu Sanniang's destruction, these people were all intoxicated by her natural voice.

They were so intoxicated by her voice that they couldn't help themselves, so they believed in her from the bottom of their hearts, and worshiped her as a goddess from the bottom of their hearts.

Miaoyin sang even harder, she was light and graceful, she grabbed the long silk ribbon with one hand, tapped her toes lightly, and danced in the air with her strength, she hummed softly.

When people smelled the fragrance, their faces showed obsessive expressions. The wonderful voice seemed to be right next to their ears, and people were fascinated by it. They were so fascinated that they were willing to pay everything for it.

Miaoyin stopped for a long time before people slowly recovered from the wonderful artistic conception, opened their eyes, looked at Miaoyin eagerly, and did not know who shouted frantically: "Ms. Miaoyin is a goddess who descended to earth, and Shenyin saved the world. "

People joined in one after another.

The smile on Miaoyin's face remained undiminished, and she said softly: "I'm sorry, Miaoyin is just an ordinary woman. Fortunately, Miaoyin wants to heal all the scars with her meager strength. I hope everyone Be happy."

"Thank you for liking me, because I am liked by you, so I am so lucky, I am happy, so I hope you are all happy."

After Miaoyin finished speaking, she backed away slowly.

People looked at her figure with obsessive and fanatical expressions. They were very reluctant to turn into a gust of wind, which could blow over Miss Miaoyin's body, and turn into that red silk, which could be wrapped around Miss Miaoyin's waist every day.

Turning into water, it can be swallowed by Miss Miaoyin, and it can be transformed into exquisite and delicious food, which can stay in Miss Miaoyin's mouth and feel the sweet fragrance between her lips and teeth.

They want to turn into a bed, a quilt, which can be laid down by Miss Miaoyin, and they can also feel Miss Miaoyin's body and breath.

Miaoyin went upstairs slowly, and people followed her up the stairs obsessively, until she disappeared. After a while, people woke up like a dream.

Annoyed that time passed so fast, they only came to listen for a while, and it was almost dawn, and the girl Miaoyin started singing, and it was already over. They began to look forward to it, the day passed faster, and the night came sooner, So they can indulge in that wonderful singing voice again.

Jing Mu and Jing Yun breathed out, opened their eyes, and there was reluctance in their eyes. If they could hear such a divine voice every day, it would be of great help to them in their cultivation.

Whether it is hatred, unwillingness, or jealousy in their hearts, they are all purified. Under such a sound of nature, they can cultivate the Tao without distracting thoughts.

The night time passed too quickly, and they were very reluctant to part with it, but the wonderful sound was always there, and they would come to Yuqiong Pavilion every night to listen to it.

Jingyun Jingmu also slowly left the private room.

Miaoyin returned to the room, yawned, she frowned, she let out a breath into her palm, her face was a little pale, why there was a rotten air, she quickly looked at her hand.

The skin was creamy, white as snow, and the whole body was covered with such delicate skin, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She sang all night, and those who were obsessed with her were intoxicated by her singing. They provided her with a lot of beliefs. In time, she would become famous all over the world, and the people would create a golden body for her and worship her piously.

She sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out her hand tremblingly again.

The rotten smell did not disappear, and Miaoyin's heart sank. An incomparably beautiful woman exuded a stench, how could this be possible.

She absolutely does not allow such a thing to happen, what is she going to do?

Faith, yes, let more people believe in her.

She has just rested, but she doesn't want to rest at all. She wants to go out and let more people believe in her. She can't die, she can't smell, a goddess with divine voice is fragrant and beautiful.

There was a gloomy look in Miaoyin's eyes, she called out coldly: "Come here."

The servant girl immediately went in from the outside: "What's the matter, girl?"

Miaoyin lowered her voice: "Go and make a pot of strong scented tea for me, and then go and invite Auntie here, I have something to say to Auntie."

Although the servant girl wondered why Miaoyin didn't rest, she followed her orders. Miaoyin is now the treasure of Yuqiong Pavilion, and everyone in Yuqiong Pavilion regards her as the most important thing.

And in Yuqiong Pavilion, they were also extremely obsessed with Miaoyin's voice. Listening to her singing voice, it seemed that everything they wanted had been obtained, which made people very satisfied.

The maid went down and told Huaniang, who came soon.

Miaoyin took a sip of the thick scented tea, and Huaniang looked at it with a smile: "Yinyin, what's the matter with your name A Niang?"

This beauty looks good no matter how she looks, her gestures are eye-catching.

Miaoyin drank scented tea, the strong scent of flowers made her feel much better, as if this could suppress the rotten smell, as long as she was fragrant, there would be no smell.

Miaoyin said softly: "Aniang, where is the poorest place in Beijing? I want to give porridge."

Hua Niang was stunned for a moment: "Give porridge, just give orders, you don't have to go in person, you are delicate, A Niang can't bear you to go out in the wind and sun."

Hua Niang's undisguised pity made Miao Yin happy, but if she didn't go, how could people believe in her as a goddess? If it hurts me, I will do good deeds."