Chapter 310

No life is attached to the soul, as if it was deliberately done by others.

It's hard to have merits and virtues after cutting off the non-existent good thoughts. He practices forbidden arts and wants to change them against heaven. Maybe in his opinion, it's easier than saving people and accumulating virtue.

Wu Xun, the integration of good and evil, Liu Sanniang actually can't see through him, such as Wu you and Miao Zhen Jiang Bing. Evil is complete, but Wu Xun is not.

He is good at popularizing all living beings, and he is evil, which will also destroy all living beings.

Chu Yan reached out and touched Liu Sanniang's head. Liu Sanniang was stunned. Chu Yan's voice was gentle: "don't worry."

Chu Yan's gentle voice calmed the sadness in Liu Sanniang's heart. She exhaled, yes, not in a hurry.

General Hei is eating delicious ducks while enjoying Liu Sanniang's touch.

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

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

The only place where the lights are on at this time.

Yuqiong pavilion was in full swing. After the wonderful sound appeared, it was so quiet.

People seem to have an appointment. Miaoyin appears. They all calm down and listen to Miaoyin's divine voice quietly.

Among them, there are all kinds of people, and ordinary people listen to it to enjoy that blissful satisfaction.

People of Xuanmen like Jing yunjingmu meditate in order to purify their impetuousness, listen to the sound of nature, be calm, and improve their accomplishments a lot.

Miaoyin sang softly on the echo stage, with her voice rising and falling from time to time. She looked at the people below who were obsessed with her. Without the destruction of Liu Sanniang, these people were all intoxicated with her natural voice.

They were addicted to the artistic conception of her voice, so they believed in her from the bottom of their hearts and worshipped her as a goddess from the bottom of their hearts.

Miaoyin sang harder. She was light, grabbed the long ribbon with one hand, gently pointed her toes, and danced in the air. She hummed gently.

People smelled the fragrance, and their faces showed an obsessed look. The beautiful voice seemed to be in their ears, which made people fall in love with it. They were ecstatic, even if they paid everything for it.

Miaoyin stopped for a long time, and people slowly recovered from the wonderful artistic conception. They opened their eyes and looked at Miaoyin with eager eyes. I don't know who shouted enthusiastically, "Miaoyin girl is a goddess, and Miaoyin saves the world."

People echoed.

Miaoyin's smile did not diminish, and she gently opened her mouth: "I'm flattered, Miaoyin is just an ordinary woman. Fortunately, she wants to use her meager strength to heal all the scars. I hope everyone is happy."

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

Miaoyin said, then slowly retreated.

People looked at her figure, showing a look of obsession and fanaticism. They could not be turned into a gust of wind, which could blow over the body of Miaoyin girl, and turn into that red silk, which could be wrapped around the waist of Miaoyin girl every day.

Into water, can be swallowed by Miaoyin girl, into exquisite and delicious food, can stay in Miaoyin girl's mouth, and feel the sweet fragrance between her lips and teeth.

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

Miaoyin slowly went upstairs. People followed her upstairs with obsessed eyes until she disappeared. After a while, people woke up like a dream.

The time passed quickly. Mingming came to listen for a while, the day was about to dawn, Mingming Miaoyin girl began to sing, and it was over. They began to expect that the day passed faster, and the night came faster, so that they could indulge in that wonderful song again.

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

The hatred, unwillingness and jealousy in their hearts are all purified. In such a sound of nature, they can practice without distractions.

The time of night passed too fast, and they were reluctant to part with it, but the wonderful sound was always there, and they would come to Yuqiong pavilion every night in the future.

Jingyunjingmu also slowly left the private room.

Miaoyin returned to the room and yawned. She frowned. She breathed into the palm of her hand. Her face was a little pale. Why was there a smell of decay? She hurriedly looked at her hand.

Her skin was as creamy as snow, and her whole body was so delicate. She breathed a sigh of relief.

She sang all night, and those who were obsessed with her were intoxicated by her voice. They provided her with many beliefs. Over time, she will become famous all over the world, and the people will shape a golden body for her devout worship.

She sat by the bed, shaking her hand out again.

That rotten smell did not disappear, Miaoyin's heart sank, an incomparably beautiful her, emitting a smell, how can this be.

She would never allow such a thing to happen. What would she do?

Faith, yes, let more people believe in her.

She didn't want to rest at all until she had a rest. She wanted to go out and make more people believe in her. She couldn't rot and stink. The goddess with divine voice was fragrant and beautiful.

Miaoyin's eyes flashed a trace of gloom, and she shouted coldly, "come here."

The servant girl immediately went in from the outside: "what's the matter with the girl?"

Miaoyin lowered his voice: "go and make me a pot of strong scented tea, and then invite my aunt. I have something to say to my aunt."

Although the servant girl wondered why Miaoyin didn't rest, she did what she told. Miaoyin is now the treasure of Yuqiong Pavilion, and everyone in Yuqiong Pavilion attaches great importance to her.

And in Yuqiong Pavilion, they are also extremely obsessed with the voice of Miaoyin. Listening to her voice, it seems that everything they want has been obtained, which makes people very satisfied.

The servant girl went down and told Hua Niang that Hua Niang came soon.

The thick scented tea emits a faint fragrance, Miaoyin takes a sip gently, and Hua Niang looks at it with a smile: "Yinyin, what's the matter with your name a Niang?"

This beautiful person looks good at everything he does.

Miaoyin is drinking flower tea. The thick fragrance of flowers makes her feel much better. It seems that this can suppress the rotten smell. As long as she is fragrant, there will be no smell.

Miaoyin said softly, "Aung, where is the poorest place in Beijing? I want to go to make porridge."

Hua Niang was stunned: "give porridge. Just order it. Don't go in person. Your body is delicate. A Niang can't bear to let you go to the wind and the sun."

Hua Niang's undisguised love made Miaoyin happy, but if she didn't go, how could people believe that she was a goddess? Miaoyin smiled: "Aung, Miaoyin must go. Aung, don't worry, no one will hurt me, and I'm also going to do good."