Chapter 817

In the quiet yard, Tang Qin was the only one crying. She hugged Pluto tightly and cried, hoping that he would take a look at himself and call his daughter, but he was still as still as a rock.

At the end of the cry, Tang Qin knelt down directly on the ground, holding the stone slab on the ground in her hands. Her ferocious face was full of the meaning of killing: "purple glass, I'll kill her --"

"calm down first!"

Bai Chen a big drink, frighten to be about to pass to help Tang Qin's Lin Meng Yao a shiver.

Looking up, Tang Qin screamed: "brother Bai Chen, please help me kill the purple glaze. I'm Tang Qin. Please help me kill her..."

"Tang Qin..."

Seeing Tang Qin like this, Bai Chen's heart is broken.

Lin Mengyao and lvluo also sobbed.

His home was destroyed, his people were destroyed, and even his father became a fool. Tang Qin hated purple glaze for his blood feud.

But what can she do if her father can't beat her opponent?

"Sister Tang, I believe elder brother Bai will be able to avenge you and wake up the underworld. He will do it!" Lin Mengyao helped Tang Qin up, and he was serious.

Smell speech, Tang Qin tears contain eye socket, cry voice way: "really?"

"Well, there's nothing big brother Bai can't do. You have to believe him!"

Lin Mengyao turns to Bai Chen with a complicated look.

She believes that Bai Chen can help Tang Qin to avenge this blood feud, but whether she can wake up the underworld or not, to tell the truth, Lin Mengyao has no bottom in her heart.

After all, it's beyond Bai Chen's ability.

All eyes, all gathered to Bai Chen's body, now the people here are helpless to the underworld, they can only place all hope on this man who has repeatedly created miracles.

Under the expectation of all eyes, Bai Chen's face is very dignified: "you back to one side, I'll try."

"Well!"

Tang Qin nodded heavily, and Lin Mengyao retreated to one side.

Bai Chen came to the underworld, looked directly at his tight face and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and began to scratch madly under the screech nest of the underworld: "come on, underworld, ha ha, do you itch? If you itch, you'll laugh. Come on, laugh, you'll laugh ~"

people:.... "

After scratching for a long time, the underworld still didn't move. Bai Chen stepped back two steps and said, "hum, I really don't believe that I can't wake you up!"

In terms of ghost ideas, Bai Chen has a lot of them, but because Pluto is Tang Qin's father, he can't use many moves. Otherwise, he would have stuck a needle in Pluto's body for a long time

Slightly rubbed his chin, Bai Chen calmly looked at the dull Hades, he didn't believe that this guy really couldn't wake up.

In this way in front of the underworld meditated about half a incense time, suddenly, Bai Chen raised his face, looking at the underworld's eyes, lit up the fighting spirit.

"Brother Jing, please prepare a flute for me." He said faintly.

"Can you play the flute?"

All of them were shocked by this.

Looking at their faces, Bai Chen put his hands behind him and said, "why, I've been familiar with the music since I was a child, and the flute has played to an unprecedented high level. Do I have to report this to you?"

"Well, I'll do it now!"

The melody really has a good effect on arousing the "living dead", so Jingyuan quickly goes out.

Soon, when he came back again, he had a bamboo flute in his hand.

The bamboo flute is extremely exquisite in shape. It seems to be the best collection of famous artists.

After taking the bamboo flute, Bai Chen looked at it casually and shook his head disappointedly: "Alas, less than a hundred years of Changfeng flute, bad comment!"

How can you even know the age of the flute at a glance?

All the people here, except Bai Chen, don't know the music. Even Lin Mengyao and Tang Qin, who came from famous families, don't know anything about flute.

They just know that Bai Chen is too strong, as if he has dabbled in everything, and is very proficient!

However, he is only 22 years old. Why is he so excellent?

Ignoring everyone's eyes, Bai Chen casually grasps the bamboo flute and looks at the underworld with a touch of complexity.

Fifty thousand years ago, when he was a black dragon rather than a god of destruction, he stole a "Requiem" from Xinglan temple.

At that time, he also wanted to know whether the "Requiem" hidden in the deepest part of the temple of Xinglan really had the secret of resurrection.

Therefore, he broke the leg of a horned deer, and then found a famous musician on the mainland to play a requiem.

Later, the horned deer really recovered its long legs and ran out in a hurry under his dull eyes.

Up to now, he still remembers the melody of that Requiem.That beautiful melody, melodious and graceful rhythm, as printed in the depths of the soul, let him never forget.

"Underworld, this Requiem is not for everyone to hear. You'd better wake up to me honestly!"

Bai Chen clenched the flute and sent it to his mouth.

All eyes widened.

A breeze blows, black robe hula but rise, white Chen finally to flute of round hole blow up.

Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo.

Soon, Bai Chen stopped playing.

“……”

Looking down at the bamboo flute, a moment later, Bai Chen finally threw it on the ground like crazy: "I'll go to your uncle's, the Requiem is not this key at all -"

it's not this key

This tune

Tune

Of course, it can't be this tune. Bai Chen underestimates the flute playing. This is his first time playing flute. It's a miracle that he can make farts.

How could he possibly blow out the melody in his heart?

"Brother Bai Chen, how about..." Tang Qin looks at Bai Chen's iron green face, and he has lost his heart.

However, Bai Chen is still not reconciled.

He clenched his fists and suddenly raised his hand to Jing Yuan, pointing angrily: "brother Jing, how much is that flute? I'll compensate you!"

"Ha ha, that It's not necessary. We have nothing to do with it. " Jing Yuan's face turned green with a stiff smile.

Eyes fall on the underworld again, white Chen took a deep breath, eyes finally emerge a crazy: "good, underworld, this is you force me! Then I'll show you something! "

After that, Bai Chen carries the underworld directly, and then walks to Lin Mengyao quickly