They would never be able to withstand Zhao Hai's attack.

What about Muyan? Can she stop it?

Boom——! A loud noise.

Zhao Hai seemed to see blood-red splashing in front of his eyes.

There was a happy and regretful look on his face.

Such a beautiful body, how many bones should be broken with just one punch!

What a pity.

But it doesn't matter, he has a lot of pills in his hand, which can at least save his life. When the time comes, he can still do whatever he wants...

Zhao Hai's thoughts had just turned around when a faint scent of fragrance suddenly drifted from the tip of his nose.

He was startled at first, and then felt strong uneasiness and fear in his heart.

On second thought, he wanted to run backwards.

But in the end it was still a step too late.

A sharp pain came from his shoulder, and then he watched helplessly as one of his hands flew out.

"Ahhhhh——!!" The severe pain and shrill screams gradually dispersed the fog in Zhao Hai's eyes.

He saw, not far away, the girl in green clothes standing in the wind, with a lazy and charming smile.

The early morning sun fell on her face, which was so beautiful that it made people forget that they were on earth or in heaven.

But at this moment, Zhao Hai looked at this scene, but he couldn't feel the slightest bit of charm, only deep fear and horror.

"You...why? Why can you dodge the attack? I obviously...should have hit you!"

At that moment, he even felt Muyan's blood spraying on his face.

But why, in the end, Muyan was intact, but one of his hands was cut off.

Slender jade-like fingers gently plucked the strings. Muyan raised her head and showed a careless smile, "Does the feeling of [Floating Life Like a Dream] feel good? Do you want to have a more wonderful dream?"

Zhao Hai was in a trance at first, and then his eyes widened suddenly, "You...you used the music to control my senses? No...how is this possible?! Even in the Cultivation Continent, there are very few musicians who can do it. You are just one of them."

How could it be possible for a mortal in the Yanwu Continent to..."

Muyan seemed not to hear his roar at all, and still said calmly: "Do you know why I didn't let Yingmei deal with you, but did it myself?"

Zhao Hai covered his hand that was still bleeding and stared at her in horror.

At this moment, he no longer had the joy and pride in his heart after his scheme succeeded, let alone the greed and desire.

All that was left was the fear of this beautiful girl.

Muyan laughed softly, "Don't be so nervous? I want to do it myself, of course not because I really want to win you. A waste like you who escaped from the Cultivation Continent in embarrassment makes me sick even just looking at it."

"I want to do it myself, just because no one here can make you endure hellish pain better than me."

"I was really afraid just now that you would choose to commit suicide. That would be boring."

Muyan raised her eyebrows and landed on Zhao Hai's face, "But now, even if you want to commit suicide, it's too late."

The curve of the corners of his mouth became deeper and deeper, and the smile became brighter and more charming, but in Zhao Hai's eyes, it was like the scythe of death, waving in front of his eyes.

The bare hands gently plucked the strings, and the melodious music was like a poisonous snake, bit by bit worming its way into Zhao Hai's mind, bit by bit eroding his soul.

His body swayed and fell, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he could no longer open them.
Chapter completed!