Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

Panic Gu Peijiu quickly calmed down. As long as Xia Wu held the sword of love in both hands and there was a piece of her spirit on the sword, she could find her back even if she ran to the ends of the world.

Thinking of this, Gu Peijiu let out a sigh of relief, carefully cleaned up the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground, and then was about to go out. He just left the mountain pass, but was stopped at once.

Su Chuang leaned against the door with his shoulders in his arms, his black hair was like ink, and his smile was shallow, but his eyes were very unkind.

Gu Peijiu's eyes were cold: "Get out of the way!"

The corners of Su Chan's lips raised slightly: "You must have the ability to let me go, I naturally..."

Before she could finish her words, a flute suddenly sounded like a signal, and the space instantly tore through countless cracks, countless hideous puppets crawled out of the cracks, the girl in white clothes fluttered, her black eyes were full of chill, and her white bone flute was horizontal. On the lips, "Go!"

The cold wind was stern, but Su Chan's lips smiled shallowly, and his eyes were cold and icy, "It is said that the puppet master Xia Wushuang is outstanding, the first puppet in his hand to kill the gods and kill the ghosts. Today I want to see it, she personally tuned it out. Is the puppet of the world so powerful that even a **** can kill it!"

As soon as the voice fell, countless ghost vines and vines suddenly jumped up with bright red mandala, and twisted the puppets that came to pieces!

Suddenly, there was a sudden rush of wind and smoke, and there was a bang.

...

Naturally, Xia Wushuang, who slipped out, didn’t know that Lingxifeng was just because she tore a life and death, but it’s true that she didn’t dare to go back now, so she simply found a small village nearby, and wondered if Gu Peijiu would come after her. Catch her.

What makes Xia Wushuang feel the most inconvenient is that Gu Peijiu always seems to be able to easily touch her position through some induction. Forget it before, now...

So Xia Wushuang was now afraid that the abrupt opponent would emerge from any corner and kill her by surprise.

Perhaps I heard her desire to stay away from Lingxi Peak. The place where Earth Qianzhu sent her to Xia Wushuang has never been here. This small village is also unknown. I looked at the map and found that it was ten minutes away from Lingxi Peak. Thousands of miles.

At least Gu Peijiu, even if he knew her exact location, rushed over...

... Gu Peijiu probably won't fly over by himself.

Xia Wushuang thought about it a little depressed, and suddenly heard the gloomy and ethereal sound of the flute. The flute sounded suddenly, and the front tune was very brisk. She raised her eyes to look at the source of the sound, but saw an old beggar in ragged clothes playing a black ocarina at the door of the village.

The tone is ethereal and bored, but the tune is exceptionally familiar.

Xia Wushuang listened to the tune slowly from the beginning, and as the tune became longer and longer, it slowly turned into a melancholy and twists of melancholy.

Xia Wushuang knew what it was.

Homecoming.

After Lingxi Peak became famous all over the world, the song she played without incident was also carried forward. It can be said that she is a good dog... Oh, I shouldn't be able to say that.

After this "famous song" was blown out by the old man on the ocarina, it was inexplicably more indescribable, but it was slightly offensive, not like the feeling that the ocarina could be played.

There is the dullness of the ocarina, but there is also the ethereal elegance of the flute.

Hearing the climax, it seemed that the lead was washed out in an instant, the ocarina was reborn, and the ethereal sound was full of sadness. Xia Wushuang couldn't help but uttered a "hey" and leaned forward, "Old man, you are really good."

When he got closer, Xia Wushuang realized that the old man was blind.

He didn't pay attention to her, holding the ocarina and continuing to play, Xia Wushuang also felt that he was a little presumptuous to interrupt others without permission, and waited for someone to finish playing.

The old man finished playing the tune before putting down the ocarina, his voice hoarse: "...does the old man made a mistake?"

Xia Wushuang shook his head: "No, old man, you are very good!"

The old man said: "Since the old man didn't make a mistake, it sounds a little different, but is the original song wrong?"

Xia Wushuang: "..."

...This sounds like you are copying a painting. It seems that your painting is a bit different from the original one, but I was praised for a taste, saying that the original version should be painted like you... .

"Old man, you are not wrong, but it doesn't mean that the original song is wrong." Xia Wushuang scratched his head, thinking this old man was a little strange.

"Since there is nothing wrong, why does it sound different?" The old man began to investigate.

Xia Wushuang said helplessly: "The ocarina you used, the original tunes were all played on the flute... so even if the tune is the same, the taste is different."

The old man said: "If you say that, it is, the original is not wrong, and the later is not wrong."

Xia Wushuang nodded as if he knew that the other party couldn't see it, "Yes, yes, that's it."

This is not a math problem, either right or wrong.

With his head lit to deal with the blind old man’s strange problems and the inexhaustible brain circuit, Xia Wushuang couldn’t help but flew away. What was Gu Peijiu’s previous expression worried about?

She must figure it out when she comes out this time.

But the voice of the old man suddenly became low.

"Then in this world, the first one who followed the rules didn't make a mistake, and the later broke the morality... and there is nothing wrong with it?"

Xia Wushuang was stunned when he heard the words, and then realized something was wrong: "...You can't say that. A piece of music can be played with different instruments in countless different tones...After all, the rules are dead, and people are alive."

The old man heard the words and said, "What you said is not wrong."

Before Xia Wushuang said anything, he heard the old man say again.

"Living people can change the rules of death, even if they can't fault it."

"But there will always be someone who has to pay a little price."

It's like the car cracking after the successful reform of Shang Yang, or the death of Wang Anshi after the failure of the reform... The wheel of history has gone by, and it will not show mercy to anyone.

The old man raised his eyes slightly, faced her blindly, and took out the ocarina.

"...It's like using this ocarina forcibly to play a tune that doesn't belong to it."

As soon as the old man's voice fell, he saw the black lacquered ocarina, cracking cracks from the edge at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then silently turning into a ball of dust.

Xia Wushuang took a step back subconsciously, and she could see that the ocarina had split from the inside.

It is not subject to external hand power.

This flute was already split when the old man played the song he was returning to his hometown just now!

Xia Wushuang had lingering fears.

No wonder, no wonder that a dull ocarina can produce that ethereal sound.

"Child." The old man sighed lightly and waved his hand. "The old man is also half a person who is about to get into the soil. He has been following the rules in his life and doing what he should do..."

"It's not without a reason."

Xia Wushuang asked: "...Who are you?"

The old man said: "A person who has no name and no surname is not enough."

Xia Wushuang was a little hard to say: "Are you here specially?"

No, how does this person know she will come here? Isn’t the Earth Submerged Pearl purposeless?

The old man paused, "I watched the sky last night..."

Xia Wushuang was speechless: "...Aren't you blind?"

The old beggar smiled, "There are all things in the heart, and all things are in the heart."

Oh, this is still idealism, and I should be very fond of Wang Yangming if I want to come.

"...All right." Xia Wushuang said, "As for what you just said...I don't think I did something wrong, I just did what I should do."

"I know there will be a price to do this, but it doesn't matter, there is nothing I can't afford."

The old man shook his head and shook the ocarina powder on his body. "Child, don't always talk too much."

Xia Wushuang said helplessly: "What else can I do? People all over the world say I regret it? I just did it, and regretting it is useless."

The old man said: "If you do it again..."

Xia Wushuang did not hesitate: "I will still do that."

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The old man sighed softly, got up and took out a red charm from his arms and handed it to her, "I have nothing to say."

Xia Wushuang took the red talisman and frowned, "This...what?"

"You will use it."

"The old man fell in love with you, but God is ruthless, and I can't help you much." The old man shook his head, "After all, you chose the path yourself. Since you have done it...I only hope you can do a good job in the aftermath."

There was a deer crowing.

Xia Wushuang turned his head subconsciously, and a blue deer tilted his head behind her to look at her, his eyes clear, and he seemed to be lost.

"This deer...?"

When Xia Wushuang turned his head again, the old man was gone.

Xia Wushuang held the red talisman in the clouds and mist. She didn't know what to say. After thinking about it, she still carried the red talisman in her arms. This old man looked like an outsider, maybe it was really a bit of a spectrum.

Xia Wushuang was holding the red talisman, yet he hadn't forgotten what he was here for. Gu Peijiu's previous expression must have happened.

As for what happened...

Xia Wushuang had been around the village and almost heard clearly.

The rumors about Lingxifeng were circulated, and it was not difficult to inquire.

Xia Wushuang, the head of Lingxi Peak, was condemned by the heavens. The puppet army was gone and fell apart overnight, and the song of returning home turned into a sad song overnight. It had noses and eyes, and she couldn't help but believe it.

People who traveled a long distance to Lingxi Peak to ask Xia Wushuang for an explanation were all blocked outside without exception, and a second kind of rumors came out...

Xia Wushuang's puppetry got out of control and was imprisoned by his own puppet.

Xia Wushuang who just slipped out of the cage: "..."

After hearing the news, Xia Wushuang left the village.

In just a short time, the blue deer had brought a small one, lying together at the entrance of the village, one big and one small, blinking and looking at her with big beautiful eyes.

Xia Wushuang, who had just been poked on his spine, looked gloomy: "...How did you give birth? Does your species still like asexual reproduction?"

To be honest, she still admires herself, there is still time to joke at this time.

Lan Lu yelled twice, and the little one got up from the ground and nudged her waist.

Xia Wushuang thought of having fun, she was really touched by life.

There were rumors condemning her everywhere in the village. No matter how thick-skinned Xia Wushuang was, she couldn't stay there anymore, and finally led two deer to find a small forest nearby, simply made a barrier, and then stopped temporarily.

When the darkness just covered the deep forest.

Xia Wushuang vaguely felt something was wrong.

The dog barked madly, the sky was covered by clouds and the air was filled with unspeakable evil.

The two deer slept restlessly, and got up anxiously behind them, moving their hooves, looking around.

Xia Wushuang was thinking about what had happened when he heard a loud noise.

What happened? This sound...Where is the water?

In the silent night, the noise gradually became a little more pronounced. It sounded vaguely like a woman's scream, a child's cry, it seemed to be the village where she had just left...

Xia Wushuang then realized that something was wrong, and immediately solved the barrier, and headed straight for the destination!

However, the noise stopped abruptly when she rushed over.

Instead, there is endless blood.

Xia Wushuang didn't walk slowly, however, he was destined to catch up.

The reason why the tide of evil spirits is terrible. It is terrible in that it is like a locust crossing the border, wherever you go, you can live without a blade of grass in the blink of an eye, and there is no room for it.

Really, human lives are like weeds.

Xia Wushuang looked out of the village, and the people who hadn't escaped turned into a **** place. She covered her mouth, and her body slowly trembled as her stomach rushed...

Not knowing why, she suddenly thought of the old man's words.

——Child, don’t always talk too much.

Will be retributed.