"Is there no other way?" Xiaoxue asked.

Zhao Zilong thought for a while and said: "There is not a way out. Legend has it that there is a kind of song called the Requiem Curse! There is a certain chance of awakening the consciousness of an extremely mad person, thus stopping the trend of continuing to go berserk. However, the Requiem Curse is like this

The Divine Comedy was lost many years ago, and no one knows how to play it, and even if there are people who can play it, I’m afraid that by the time we call people here, this kid will have already blown himself up and died.”

"Requiem Curse?" Xiaoxue suddenly turned from worry to joy. The timing is so lucky. Xiaoxue is destined to be the person who can save Yang Kun. Xiaoxue said: "Requiem Curse, I can play it!"

"You know how to brag? I think you are just bragging. The Requiem Curse has been lost for hundreds of years. How can you brag? I think you are just bragging. Run away. If you don't run away, everyone will die together!"

After that, Zhao Zilong picked up Xiaoxue and ran away.

Xiaoxue broke away from Zhao Zilong's hand and said: "I'm not bragging, I really know how to play the Requiem!"

Zhao Zilong was stunned for a moment. Seeing the seriousness on Xiaoxue's face, he couldn't help but believe it. But then he shook his head and said: "But, this requiem must be played with the white dragon jade flute to be effective. Without the white dragon jade flute, everything will be lost."

No need to talk!"

"White Dragon Jade Flute?" Xiaoxue was stunned for a moment, then took out the white jade flute from her arms, handed it to Zhao Zilong for a look, and said: "The White Dragon Jade Flute you are talking about, is this one?"

Zhao Zilong was suddenly shocked, his eyes widened, and he took the flute from Xiaoxue's hand. He saw a vivid jade dragon engraved on the flute, which was as white as mutton fat. He suddenly said excitedly: "This, this is indeed the legendary one."

The white dragon jade flute! Haha..."

Hohoho~!

Yang Kun's roar interrupted Zhao Zilong's laughter. Zhao Zilong quickly handed the white dragon jade flute to Xiaoxue and urged: "Quick, play the requiem!"

Xiaoxue took the flute handed over by Zhao Zilong, then raised her hands slightly, put the flute to her mouth, moved her green fingers, and the melodious flute sounded. The beautiful melody suddenly filled the place, and Yang Kun suddenly stopped roaring.

, the movement slowed down, as if looking for the source of the flute sound.

The beautiful notes gently drip on the leaves and grass, like transparent and innocent elves.

The melody suddenly turned up, melodious and profound, and Yang Kun, who was extremely mad, felt as if he was pulled back from the abyss by some invisible force.

At this time, the Nether Messenger lying aside squirmed and saw that Yang Kun had calmed down a lot. He raised his head slightly and saw that everyone's attention was on Yang Kun, so he pinched his fingers and suddenly turned into a ball of black.

The fog escapes.

Along with the sound of Xiaoxue playing the flute, Yang Kun gradually regained some consciousness, the flames on his body gradually disappeared, and the tail behind him slowly retracted into his body.

Suddenly, he suddenly felt tired as never before, his eyelids were heavy, and he fell to the ground.

"Master Yang Kun!" Xiaoxue put down her flute, called out, and quickly ran over and hugged Yang Kun.

I saw that Yang Kun's whole body was covered with wounds, especially his originally handsome face, which seemed to have been burnt by fire. It was charred and black, which was very scary.

Zhao Qianying also walked over, looked at Yang Kun in disbelief, and whispered: "Is he really the beautiful boy yesterday?"

At this time, General Lei ran over quickly, stopped Zhao Qianying behind him, and said: "Princess, it's dangerous here, let's leave quickly!"

Zhao Qianying was stunned and asked: "Danger? What danger?"

General Lei pointed at Yang Kun lying on the ground and said, "This kid is very dangerous. You'd better keep a distance from him?"

Zhao Qianying rolled her eyes and said: "Uncle Lei, you always like to make a fuss. This boy has fainted. Why don't you save him quickly? You don't even allow me to get close to him. Have you forgotten that he is mine?

A lifesaver!”

At this time, the city lord Zhao Zilong, who had been silent, said: "Uncle Lei is right, this guy is indeed a dangerous person, we can't save him!"

When Zhao Qianying heard this, she immediately said angrily: "Why? It was him who diverted the Nether Messenger away, and I was saved. Otherwise, I might have been poisoned by that dead old man."

After listening to Zhao Qianying's words, General Lei noticed that there was another dangerous factor, so he turned to look at the place where the Nether Messenger was just now. He was suddenly stunned and screamed: "Where is the Nether Messenger?"

The city lord Zhao Zilong turned to look at the place where the Nether Messenger was just now, and saw that the vegetation there was crushed, but there was no trace of the Nether Messenger, so he scolded: "Look, what do you do for food?

I can’t even look down on a seriously injured old man. Letting him escape now is like letting the tiger go back to the mountain. Sooner or later he will come out to harm us!"

General Lei said: "Then let's chase him quickly. He was seriously injured and shouldn't be able to run far!"

Zhao Zilong nodded and said: "The two generals Feng Xing quickly led people to track down the whereabouts of the Nether Messenger! If you die, you will see the person, and if you live, you will see the corpse!"

Huh? Everyone looked at Zhao Zilong in confusion.

Zhao Zilong quickly changed his words: "If you want to see people alive, if you want to see corpses if you die, go ahead!"

"Yes!" Fengxing and the two generals took the order and left.

After the two generals Feng Xing left, Zhao Zilong said to General Lei: "You are responsible for escorting the princess back to the city!"

General Lei accepted the order and said: "Yes, I will protect Princess Zhouquan to the death!"

Seeing that the city lord Zhao Zilong and the generals had no intention of saving Yang Kun, Xiaoxue knelt down and begged: "I beg you, please save Master Yang Kun!"

When Zhao Qianying saw Xiaoxue's actions, she was not moved by it. She walked to Xiaoxue's side, then knelt down with a bang, and said: "If my father doesn't save Yang Kun, then I will never go back to Wolong with you until I die.

city!"

When Zhao Zilong heard this, he suddenly became angry. He raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Qianying who was kneeling on the ground, and said: "You, you, you are really capable. You dare to disobey this king..."

General Lei on the side saw that the situation was not good, so he walked over, bowed his head in Zhao Zilong's ear and said: "Your Majesty the City Lord..."

After listening to General Lei's words, Zhao Zilong relaxed his brows slightly, raised a rare smile at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Okay, I will allow you this time, save his life for the time being, but it will not be the same next time!"

When Zhao Qianying and Xiaoxue heard this, they laughed happily.

Zhao Qianying stood up and said: "Thank you, father!"

"Haha~!" Zhao Zilong laughed a few times, and then said to several soldiers: "This kid is seriously injured. You quickly find some vines and branches, make a simple stretcher, and carry this kid back!"
Chapter completed!