It was really thanks to Di Mingjue that he seriously injured Wen Zhiyan, otherwise Muyan would have been able to cultivate with her current level.

It is really not easy to drag a monk at the peak of Kaishan Realm into a dream.

Muyan pursed her lips lightly, creating a beautiful curve.

The speed of the fingers plucking the strings is getting faster and faster.

But Wen Zhiyan on the ground frowned more and more, and the look on his face became more and more frightened and desperate.

The body curled up and twitched unconsciously.

And his thick hair began to fall down in large quantities.

Facial skin that originally had only fine wrinkles quickly shrank and wrinkled.

After just one stick of incense, I felt as if I had aged more than ten years after hearing Zhiyan.

Muyan then lightly touched the strings with her fingertips and made a high-pitched sound.

In his sleep, Wen Zhiyan trembled all over and slowly opened his eyes.

"A dream...it's a dream! Everything just happened was just a dream, it's great!"

He was crying and screaming like crazy, his voice was hoarse and crazy.

However, when he raised his head and looked into the girl's peach blossom eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, there was a ghost all over his body, and the fear in his eyes was like seeing a ghost: "You, what have you done to me?!"

"Thousands of years of life pass by in a hurry. I give you a chance to experience a different life in your dream, which is equivalent to letting you live a few more lives. Isn't it good?"

"No! I don't want to experience it!!" Wen Zhiyan screamed hysterically and wanted to rush over and smash Muyan's piano to pieces.

But he had just been seriously injured, and now he was being tortured in a dream.

After only running a few steps, he staggered and fell to the ground.

The cold air around him penetrated his body, causing his upper and lower teeth to chatter, and he couldn't even speak a single word clearly.

Muyan looked at his embarrassed appearance, but her eyes were colder than the temperature in the ice room: "Wen Zhiyan, what you just experienced is the final outcome of the patients who were harmed by you. What? You?

When you framed them and tried to seize their property and treasures, why didn't you ask them if they wanted to experience that kind of life?"

Wen Zhiyan shivered and tried to get up from the ground, but because his hands and feet were weak, he fell heavily on the ice several times.

All of a sudden, my head was broken and blood flowed.

He could only lie down like that in embarrassment, and then looked at Muyan with fearful and resentful eyes: "You, who are you? Do you know that I am the Royal Physician of the Lan Empire? If you kill me, the Lan Empire will never

I won’t let you go.”

Muyan narrowed her eyes slightly: "So, what you did when you came to the Holy Sky Alliance this time was related to the Lan Empire?"

Manager Wu's pupils shrank and he glared at Wen Zhiyan.

Wen Zhiyan said in a trembling voice: "I, I don't understand what you are talking about? The Holy Sky Alliance sent out hero posts to invite doctors, so I came here. I didn't expect them to turn against each other..."

"Then let's change the question." Muyan interrupted him, "Do you really want to use the [Underworld Cauldron] to save Alliance Leader Xiang?"

Seeing that Zhiyan was about to open her mouth, Muyan sneered and pressed her fingers on the strings.

"Wen Zhiyan, you'd better think clearly before answering. If you tell a lie, I will let you stay in the nightmare for another hundred years."

Hearing Zhiyan's face turned pale, thinking of the days and nights he had experienced in the nightmare, and then looking at his wrinkled hands, his body began to tremble like chaff.

Muyan pressed her fingers on the strings and plucked them slowly.

The sound of music that sounds pleasant to others is a life-threatening talisman to Wen Zhiyan.
Chapter completed!