Chapter 228

White ink's curse still hasn't been untied, just changed into Queen's dress, so can only be so on. But all the people on the scene said that there was no sense of disobedience at all, worthy of the "Prince of women's wear.". But this also says in private, the power of the cold body is not a joke.

Because of a long time, Zhou Yu has been used to white ink women's clothing. Now he is more interested in how music inspiration is collected.

With the plot unfolding, the twelve heroes gradually chose their own forces, and then began a cruel political struggle. It's nice to see the alliance between several forces. The choice of interests and the confrontation of intelligence have always been a good subject matter.

Zhou Yu found that whenever a talented person loses in the struggle or even loses his life, the music inspiration + 1 icon appears on the top of Bai Mo's head. It is worthy of being a fallen idol. Even making music is so dark that we need to rely on "human life" to inspire inspiration.

Not only that, white ink in watching the game is always with a strange smile, chilling. It's a pity that there are too many roles for the empress of oba to perform in the stage.

Unfortunately, white ink is just for inspiration. Every time he appears, he is like a black hand behind the scenes.

After shooting, Bai Mo's music inspiration was collected. He came to Zhou Yu and said, "father, my music inspiration has been collected. Now I need your previous flower house to make music, OK?"

The glass flower house has been demolished for a long time, and then transferred to the home of the amusement park, and the back garden has been rebuilt. However, because xiaoluhua village has moved to the "villain country" exhibition hall, it has not been carefully sorted out. It is basically an empty shelf.

Therefore, if you want to use white ink, you can use it freely.

According to the requirements of white ink, many flowerpots were found and placed in every corner of the glass greenhouse. And then white ink sat cross legged in the center of a large flowerpot and began to meditate.

"White ink, how long does it take to start making music?"

Zhou Yu asked softly, but Bai Mo seemed to be in a deep sleep and did not answer. Maybe he should not be disturbed in this state, so Zhou Yu stopped talking and quietly walked out of the glass greenhouse, and sent two flying bird knights and two black bodyguards to guard here, so as not to be disturbed by outsiders.

It took about two weeks for white ink to close down.

In the past two weeks, Zhou Yu has also visited the flower house. He does not know when he has planted seeds in all the flowerpots since last night. The quantity is quite considerable. Each flowerpot has already begun to sprout, the growth rate is very fast, two weeks has completed the growth process, the flowers are in full bloom.

Fortunately, few guests came to Zhou Yu's home, especially in the back garden, so these fast-growing flowers did not attract other people's attention.

In fact, the flowers in the flower house are pretty good if they are only taken out, but they are a little weird when they are stacked together, because they are all black, no matter what variety they are. There are no other black flowers in the forest.

It's pure black.

Open the door to enter, as if into the dark forest, plus the white ink cold body with its own cold, so that the whole flower house looks cold and gloomy. Especially when I think that the inspiration of white ink comes from death, I feel that these black are all coagulated blood, and immediately I have a feeling of hairy bone.

Nima, no wonder even people who love flowers like xiaomuli don't often come here. The environment here is really beyond the endurance of ordinary people. Even though she came in with Zhou Yu this time, Xiao Muli did not leave Zhou Yu's side. She seemed to be afraid of the surrounding environment.

"Xiao Mu Li, don't be afraid. Is your brother Bai Mo born with cold body? It's normal to be cold."

Zhou Yu comforted him, but it didn't work. Xiao Muli pointed to the flower and said, "no, Dad, I'm not afraid of the cold, but the people who live in those flowers."

What, there are people living in the flowers? Is it white ink's child?

Zhou Yu thought about it wickedly for a moment, but he quickly denied it. Because I saw the little people coming out of the flowers, no matter from what direction, they could never be the children of white ink.

Those who live in the flowers are not lovely spirits, nor idols like Kobayashi, but rattling skeletons, rotten corpses flowing with intestines and ghosts floating around.

It's no wonder that xiaomuli is afraid. Such an environment, coupled with such terrorist figures around, turns a beautiful flower house into a silent mountain.

"I said white ink, what kind of things do you plant, frighten people to play?"

Zhou Yu is also a little hairy. Fortunately, these things won't rush up. Otherwise, he really wants to leave this ghost place with Xiao Mu Li.

White ink is not a problem, opened her beautiful white eyelashes and said, "these are my band members, father. Don't underestimate them. The performance of the death band is only once in a lifetime, which can be said to be a rare spectacle in two dimensions. "White ink is located in the center of the flower house. There is a largest flowerpot. On the flowerpot, there are big black dogs with three heads. The saliva from the mouth is actually bright red, which looks terrible.

However, Bai Mo didn't mind at all, patting the big dog's head, as if he was teaching his own pet.

Death band? Does white ink like to play with heavy metals?

"Father, help me prepare for a grand concert. The ultimate performance of the death band also needs the audience

White ink said and began to close his eyes, but there is some anger on his face, and ordinary dead face is completely different. I don't know what the ultimate performance in his mouth means, but Xiao Muli doesn't want to see it, which makes Zhou Yu a little curious.

Kobayashi is an idol, even if he likes different kinds of music, he will not show disgust. However, at the moment of the small wood pear is really a face of disgust, there is a trace of pity.

Zhou Yu couldn't think of it, so he bowed his head and asked.

"Dad, the death band is worthy of its name. They only hold a concert once in their life and play only one piece in this concert. In the process of playing, they will die one by one, and the death is extremely tragic

I'll cut it out. What's more? It's just a piece of music, it's like playing a devil's song. White ink? There won't be any accident because of this song, will it? If so, Zhou Yu would never be allowed to hold this death concert.

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