The Magic Outfit - Chapter 1148

The shepherd boy was obviously happy, his living environment was very simple, and the way of life was also simple. He drove the cow up the mountain in the morning, listened to the birds and flowers, and drove the cow down the mountain at night to watch the setting sun. .

At the next moment, the flute suddenly turned, and the picture also changed. The sky was covered with overcast clouds. A flash of lightning rolled and exploded in the clouds. Although the surrounding monks could not hear the sound, they knew there would be a change. .

In fact, the old man does not need someone to listen to his heart song, everything is because he sensed the fluctuations of the Demon Record, his mind is uncontrollable, and he is uncontrollable. The screen.

As for the monks around, the old man can’t extricate himself from being immersed in his own memories when they don’t exist.

The shepherd boy in the picture was scared. He hid under the belly of the cow and peeped at the angry sky.

A purple light and shadow pierced the cloud, and the sudden burst of light turned the whole world into a pure white. The shepherd boy could not see anything and closed his eyes involuntarily.

When he could see things again, he noticed that there was a golden pheasant with bright feathers not far in front, but the golden pheasant seemed to be hit hard, twitching weakly, and a cluster of purple flames burning around him .

The shepherd boy could not bear to see that the golden pheasant was burned alive and rushed up to try to extinguish the purple flame. However, not only did he fail to stop the flame from burning, but he also caught fire on his body.

The golden pheasant opened his eyes slowly, and his eyes were very spiritual, just like human beings, full of surprise and puzzlement.

The shepherd boy was not afraid of that strange flame. He hesitated for a moment and rushed up the mountain with the golden pheasant until he ran under a cliff. He put the golden pheasant down first and tried to drill into the next crack in the cliff. He took the golden pheasant into it.

The purple flame has been burning, the golden pheasant seems very painful, but the shepherd boy has nothing to do. Crawling to the innermost, there is a pool of water, which is not large, only about two or three meters in diameter.

The shepherd boy gently placed the golden pheasant in the pool water and observed it for a moment, and he saw that the golden pheasant was not so painful anymore. He was relieved. This was a big secret for him. Once, in order to pick a few wild fruits, he accidentally followed He fell off the cliff and broke his broken bones, calling Tian Tian should not be called, the ground is not working, he thought he was going to die, and he found the pool water inside, when he drank a few sips of the pool water, he fell asleep After waking up, I realized that my injury had disappeared.

Since Tan Shui can save himself, he should be able to save the golden pheasant.

The shepherd boy crawled out of the crack and led the herd down the mountain. When he hurried back the next morning, he found that the golden pheasant had recovered and the purple flame was extinguished, but the pool of water had disappeared. Without the shadows, the shepherd boy seemed a little lost, because his secret had disappeared in this way, but the shepherd boy laughed again when he saw the golden pheasant that had recovered its glory. The sound of the flute became cheerful, which was in line with the smile of the shepherd boy in the picture. When he came out to graze cows every day, the golden pheasant would wait for him on the hillside, and at dusk, the golden pheasant would send him away again.

The shepherd boy often plays the flute to the golden pheasant. Although he is a little fool without any skills in the eyes of the villagers, his flute sound is very beautiful, even if compared with the professional musicians, it will not be too much.

The shepherd boy had never learned and did not know the score. He only understood that his emotions should be interpreted. When he is happy, the flute will be very cheerful, when he is sad, the flute will become low, when he is confused, The flute will become desolate again.

However, this happy day only took a short time. On this day, when he drove the cattle up the mountain as usual, the golden pheasant did not come to greet him. He found it for a long time before he found that the golden pheasant fell on the treetop. He looked at him with a strange look.

The shepherd boy started to call, but the golden pheasant fluttered and flew straight up to the sky. The shepherd boy was so helpless that he could only make a nearly tearful cry. It seemed to make the golden hen turn back, but the golden pheasant flew into the clouds without hesitation Disappeared without a trace.

The shepherd boy cried and cried for almost half a day. When he was crying enough, rubbing his red eyes to stand up, he realized that the cry did not disappear. Turning his head, he found that a girl was sitting in the grass, her feet seemed Sprained, crying while rubbing his feet.

Today, I lost a friend, but God seemed to pity him, and sent him a friend. The shepherd boy transferred the natural and incomparable love from the catkins to the young girl. The hurt girl didn’t want to leave, just want to hide in the mountains, he used his hands to build a grass for the girl little by little.

Since then, the fate of the shepherd boy has opened a new chapter, because there is a real companion who can share everything with him. They play and play together every day. Of course, the shepherd boy will also play the flute to the girl. Listen, but whenever the girl stares at him, he feels panicked and the flute changes accordingly. He thinks his flute is ugly and unpleasant, and he is ashamed and annoyed. Smile.

The sound of the flute echoing in the stars suddenly became longer, and then became lighter and lighter, and as it nearly disappeared, a very strong murderous intention suddenly centered on the old man and rolled in all directions.

At the same time, an overcast cloud appeared in the picture. In the cloud, countless pairs of eyes were blinking, making people look at the scalp and numbness. The shepherd boy felt instinctively dangerous and got up to call the girl As a result, a great force was pressed from the air, and the shepherd boy was instantly crushed into flesh and fell into the pool of blood.

Booming … the murderers wrapped in the sound of the flute exploded in the starry sky one after another, and the dozen or so monks who did n’t dare to act were shattered, and the air extermination was frightened, and he quickly closed his eyes, he thought he would also He died on the spot, waited for a moment, and found it okay before daring to open his eyes slowly.

The shepherd boy in the picture wakes up, his world has become unrecognizable, the rolling mountains are crushed by unimaginable forces, and the small mountain village he lives in is completely destroyed. Those who helped him or bullied him , Yan or the villagers who kept a distance from him have disappeared. This is not very important. What is important is that the girl is gone.

Killing … The shepherd boy in the picture suddenly raised his head, yelling into the sky, and the sound of the flute became extremely sharp.

Kill … The shepherd boy brandished a sword and rushed to and fro in the battlefield. He wanted to take revenge. He wanted to find the devil that destroyed all his hopes! To fulfill his wish, he must first have the power of revenge. Then the first step he should do is to conquer the world of feet first, let everyone listen to him, and let everyone help him find and revenge.

Killing killing … The shepherd boy raised the battle flag and charged forward crazy. He leaned on the undead body and had been promoted to a dazzling star.

Kill, kill, kill … The shepherd boy broke into his own capital with the army. Only one night, the huge capital was soaked in blood, and there were no opponents in the world. The only obstacle was the sovereign who once trusted him In fact, not only did he understand, but the old master also understood, so it was not easy for him to win this battle.

The annihilated figure shuddered, and the sharp flute permeated his bone marrow. There seemed to be countless steel knives twitching in his body.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute broke, the old man ’s hand was turned into a splash of dust, and the sight of his beloved thing was destroyed. The old man should be shocked and sad, but he laughed and smiled happily, then slowly He stood up, paused, and exhaled a long breath.

In a very far place, the young man who laid the trap and almost killed Puja, the fourth prince, was suddenly stunned, and then his figure shook, and a dull explosion sound came out from him, around Nothing happened, but his clothes had turned into dust in several places.

“Great temper …” the handsome young man sighed softly.

“Master? What’s the matter? Did your old opponent find the door again?” A middle-aged man in a red robe jumped out of the monster’s mouth.

In fact, the middle-aged man in the red robe did not know what happened just now, and if he knew it, he would be horrified.

This is the power of the true God of the ancients, even if only the change of mind can affect the external world. The hostility released by the old man jumped through the stars and caused substantial harm to the young man.

The will of the true God is omnipresent!

Compared with them, the second princes Yunai and the fourth prince Puyao are only false gods, or their entry has arrived, but their state of mind is too far away, and they ca n’t blame them. The ancient real gods all came down from the time of the ancient times. To this day, the old gods and demons have almost disappeared, and the death of one true **** after another has created the legend of the survivors.

To put it bluntly, the true God now has no chance to experience the kind of life-and-death fight, and there is no reason to stick to it. It is natural to say that it has been played, but it must be escaped, and there is nothing to be persistent.

“What about him …” The young man turned his head, he seemed to hear the flute coming out, and then smiled: “Count it, alas … the most stupid thing I have done is to insist too much . “

“Master, you mean …” the middle-aged man in red robe asked quickly.

“Weeding is about eradicating roots,” the young man said. “I thought that the archaic purple mandarin was already discouraged, and settled in the remote mountains, and no longer involved in the dispute between the demon and the demon, but I couldn’t let it go. Her appeal was too great. Well, only the dead archaic purple grebe can really relieve me. “