sing to the boss

Chapter 44 Kuang San’s last gift
Qing Yi raised his eyes and saw that the harp in his dream was very similar to the one he was holding just now.
"Tsing Yi?"

Soul Eater stayed by Tsing Yi's side, looking at Tsing Yi's plain expression, he wanted to send him out of the dream space quickly.

"He can't handle the waves."

In the scene in Tsing Yi's dream, the frozen picture... began to play.

"Well, it's really unfortunate..."

There was still blood flowing on Kuang San's pretty face, and there was an extremely charming laughter in Xie Mei's voice.

There are dead bones all around, and the white bones are as smooth as jade, and the blood that has not dried up on the side all emphasizes that these are people who have just died.

"You and I are the same kind of people, and you want to stop me just because of this person?"

The voice under the black robe is very young, there is nothing old or ugly, just a male voice with a nice voice.

It's just that there was no emotion in his words.

"Is it, does it have something to do with you?" Kuang San lowered his eyes slightly, and landed on the harp.

It was covered in blood, and there were countless cracks on the dull surface, only the light blue at the end was still clean.

"This is what happens when you stop me..."

The male voice continued, "Everyone is dead, only you and me are left."

"Hey, it's their misfortune, it has nothing to do with me."

The pointer on Kuang San's left pupil jumped, and he said flatly, "It's a pity, if you want to get over it, you have to get me..."

"Kill—kill—"

"Otherwise, I'm still standing here."

Although the fingertips were trembling, her tender body did not move in place.

The man was silent for a long time, and said softly:

"What ability do you have to resist?"

"That... has nothing to do with you."

The three have nothing to do with each other. The former is herself, and the latter is the man who made the whole world fall into hell.

"Hand over the piano, and I will save your life."

The tone of the male voice remains the same.

"Emperor Keke——One after another!"

The only answer he received was the sound of the skill being activated.

He raised his hand and pushed casually.

One shot, it failed...

"Well……"

Turning over, Kuang San's hands fell down weakly, his delicate body swayed a little, and blood flowed from the corners of his lips.

It fell and dripped on the harp.

"It seems... there is no other way..."

Kuang San's sickly white face was completely drained of color. The life that had been taken away from her in the realm of death had put her on the verge of real death.

"Say, can we still stop him..."

His voice was very weak, so weak that he no longer had the strength to say even one word.

"..."

Silence hung in the air.

"ended."

A male voice sounded.

"..."

"You, surrender, or, die."

"..."

"Then, you go and die."

The whole world has truly become a shelter for blood, and the figure holding the sickle of death has appeared in front of Kuang San, the sickle is about to fall.

"Tsk..."

Kuang San's eyes finally left the harp. The blood on her Gothic skirt was exactly the same color as the sky. She raised her head, revealing her pretty face as white as paper. The blood decoration made her look even more coquettish.

She saw a pair of eyes, which were beautiful, as beautiful as the eyes of a certain figure in her memory.

"Finish……?"

"pity……"

The man looked at her indifferently, as if waiting for her to say her last words.

"It's a pity...you...rejoiced too early."

The breathless voice was panting, intermittently mixed with an inexplicable emotion.

"Emperor Keke—the last twelve bullets!"

Kuang San closed her eyes lightly, she no longer had the energy to waste on these small details.

The gun was aimed at his own heart.

The moment that person hadn't made a sound to stop it.

"boom--"

Gunshots rang out, and blood flowers quietly bloomed in the air.

"Cough cough cough..."

Behind him, Emperor Keke, the broken hour hand rotated and stopped.

Time froze, only Kuang San lowered his head, his right pupil flickered slightly.

"Come on..."

"This is also me, the last thing I can do..."

"Oni... sauce..."

The screen stops.

"call……"

Qing Yi exhaled a breath of turbid air and turned a little pale. Looking at Zhang Hang, who was full of blood, this trouble finally came to an end.

Although it was only such a short section, his heart was clenched.

"Everything will be fine... Today, I will avenge you first."

Tsing Yi's mind flashed the most expensive item in the system points mall.

[Ultimate Healing Technique]!
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It is a good thing to have Soul Eater in this life and the isolation of dream space, at least it will not let Zhang Hang have any bad thoughts.

But why are his memories ten years later different from his dreams?

Tampered by the system?

He couldn't understand this.

"The space of dreams won't last long, let's make a quick decision!" The old headmaster said solemnly, holding the long stick that had returned to its original shape.

"Tsing Yi?"

Soul Eater was still worried about Tsing Yi.

His physical fitness was too poor, but after a while, Tsing Yi's hair turned white.

"It's okay, come on."

Tsing Yi rubbed Soul Eater's little head, opened the domain again, and his state returned to its peak in a blink of an eye.

He closed his eyes and said calmly: "The realm of sound exists, but his realm is invalid."

Before, there was only the octave of stars, but after the dream, there was something more in his domain.

These are two things given by Kuang San at the cost of his life.

The Realm of Time, and the Dark Realm.

This is Kuang San's natal domain.

She, sealed in memory...

The two realms merged into the realm of sound, and the skill of the moon quietly lit up.

Domain of Sound—Octave of the Moon: Deprive the opponent of the buff ability, and give it to self and the selected target double.

The duration is the whole process of singing.

The skill of the moon is Guzheng.

Tsing Yi sat cross-legged, playing the qin with both hands, and the phantom behind her also transformed into a zither.

With a flick of the fingertips, the ability is activated.

Soul Eater and the old headmaster looked at each other and nodded, they were used to any changes in their bodies.

The Domain of Sound is an absolute support!

As the guzheng sounded, the phantom behind him became light green, and the strong cleansing power directly swallowed the blood on the sky, occupying most of the sky in the blink of an eye.

"on!"

The old headmaster found the opportunity, stepped on his right foot, and headed towards Zhang Hang. The phantom of the ancient tree appeared behind him, and countless branches turned into long needles, heading straight for Zhang Hang!
Soul Eater also turned over and grabbed the condensed longbow in mid-air. Because of the blessing of the domain of sound, the silver longbow burst out with strong light. When he pulled the bow with his right hand, three long arrows emitting golden light appeared.

With a loosening of the jade finger, the three long arrows flew towards Zhang Hang's dantian, heart, and forehead in three places.

"What is this?" Zhang Hang looked at the domain that was suppressed in an instant, with a very ugly expression on his face.

The strength of the domain of sound was beyond his expectation.

The attacks of the old principal and Soul Eater came too fast, Zhang Hang frantically swung the giant scythe in his hand, and moved his body to forcibly avoid the vital points.

"Pfft!"

It's a pity that the attack of the two arrived in the blink of an eye, and his speed was still slow.

Countless scratching sounds were heard, and Zhang Hang's body was turned into a hornet's nest.

(End of this chapter)