Okra responded with her back and went to get the piano. This piano was a bit strange, it was a fourteen-string. The piano prostitute seemed not familiar with the nature of the piano, so she was like playing a seven-stringed lyre. No wonder it was easy to make mistakes.

She walked to Zhuque with Qin and walked to the place about a ft. She didn't dare to step forward again. However, this happened to him, but she could see him clearly. She was surprised at the sight. The man should have been no longer young, with his head mixed with white and white. His face seemed very white, but now he was a little dark. The skin on his neck and hands were exposed, so the so-called beauty and ugliness were hard to tell. In addition, he was wearing a black and slightly loose robe. If he hadn't known that he was Zhuque, he would be a strange and ridiculous person.

She was stunned for a moment, but saw that Zhuque was facing her eyes. Her eyes were bright, and her two bottomless eyes made people dare not look at each other for a moment. She quickly turned her eyes away and moved to the ground.

Zhuque did not look away from her eyes and said, "Come here again."

Okra gritted her teeth in her heart and took a step forward.

Zhuque pointed to the three feet in front of him and said, "Here."

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Okra's back, but he said calmly on his face: "Mr. Zhu, there is a difference between superiority and inferiority, and Okra is inconvenient to get close to it."

Zhuque seemed to be the first time that he had met a woman who dared to disobey, and suddenly lifted the curtain. Okra felt a strong wind hitting her face, so fast that she could not help but hide. She subconsciously raised the piano in her hand to block it, and then she felt that something was wrong: This piano was Zhuque's. If the piano was destroyed, it would be troublesome - but then again, he had to stop it now, right?

As the moment of lightning flashed, she felt that her hands were empty at some point and could not tell what he had done. The piano had fallen into his hands. The strong wind blew away, but Zhuque's hand still arrived - his man also arrived, standing in front of him, holding his jaw with his hand.

She had only had time to use one move in this fight - and was forced to block it. She couldn't see how many moves he had done. If she had just said that there was a thin layer of cold sweat on her back, now the layer of cold sweat was already cold. She couldn't even feel the fear, and she felt cold, and there was no wind blowing, and it was still cold in the bone marrow.

It turns out that when the real fear comes, I even forgot the fear itself, and there is no time to care about the humiliation of being pinched by someone's jaw. Compared to being intimidated by his far-off momentum the night before, now that others are in front of me, this chill is even more than enough!

She stood up with a 120,000-point spirit, and did not tremble in front of him. But Zhuque's hand pushed her back with a little force. She stepped back step by step until she felt a force that pressed her down without any resistance. She saw Zhuque wave the piano in front of her, let go of her hand, and said, "Miss Okra, I just want to learn about your piano skills. You are so arrogant. If you don't want to get close to me, then, then I'll come over. Now, please start."

Okra was standing in front of him so close and watching from a high place. This was not a humiliation that could be afforded on weekdays. But if he didn't do what he said, there would be no second way to go.

She calmed down and said, "Okay, Okra plays the piano for Lord Zhu." Then she started to touch the fourteen-stringed piano.

Zhuque seemed to be very satisfied with her reaction this time. After standing and listening for a while, he turned around and sat back on the couch. The sound of the piano was densely stretched. After a while, okra himself used this tone to adjust his mood. His fear gradually decreased. He raised his eyes and peeked at Zhuque. He saw that he leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes seemed to have been closed.

Do you have to take this opportunity to use the magic sound? But my skills are far inferior to Zhuque, and there is very little chance of winning in front of him; but if you don’t take advantage of the opportunity, when will you wait? You don’t have to hold the weapon in your hand and stab him with a knife and a piano sound - you don’t even have to move, just sit here in this position, just use your own energy to secretly inject the magic sound into this sound! The hypnotic sound can make him fall asleep gradually; the trauma sound can damage his internal organs. The two go hand in hand, maybe there is a chance to escape from this person’s clutch!

She began to quietly use her internal force. Zhuque kept closing her eyes and not moving. For a long time, the internal force of okra had been consumed severely, and her breathing was slightly chaotic. She still couldn't tell whether Zhuque was injured by the magic sound. She tried to find out with the piano sound, but what she came back was like the original echo of the piano sound, without any abnormality. Didn't it work at all? She was in a panic and did not dare to stop the piano sound. Suddenly she heard noise outside, as if there were many people shouting, vaguely hearing "bad" or something, and also hearing "someone" and "assassin", but what was going on was so noisy that it couldn't be heard clearly.

Zhuque still didn't move. If she hadn't been lingering at all, she would have fallen asleep. She used the hurtful voice more and heard the noise outside getting even louder. Suddenly, someone seemed to push open the second door and shouted: "Mr. Zhu, someone has broken into the mansion!"

Okra's mind suddenly felt turbulent. Her first reaction was him. She didn't dare to believe it, but who else would be there besides him? Then she shouted outside: "Sir, it's a Taoist priest, we can't stop him!"

This time, my mind was even more shocked. Okra didn't realize that his tears had fallen, and his heart was filled with those three words, "He is here." - He is here. He did not leave me alone after all. Now that he is here, the sky falls, and I am not alone.

Before he could defend, the second, the fourth and two straight-pulling strings suddenly broke with a "后" sound. Okra was shocked and came to his senses. He saw that the Suzaku on the couch had opened his eyes. The next moment, his murderous intent surged, and another "后后后" sound, and the strings were broken seven or eight. Okra realized that the magic sound could not hurt him at all, and the murderous intent transformed by his thick internal force came back. Every time the strings broke, she was backfired. This moment, she was like a great force rushing in. She had no strength to balance her body. She opened her mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood, and her body fell down softly.

Zhuque was not in a hurry to deal with the matter outside, but stood up, looked at the powerless Okra at this moment, and sneered: "A person who overestimates his abilities, can he dare to resist when he comes to me?"

Okra clenched her teeth, knowing that she would be unlucky this time, and she heard the shouts of killing outside getting closer and closer. She thought that Jun Li wanted to save herself in Zhuque's hands alone, so she was really overestimating her ability. However, the feeling of being tied to him made her feel gentle and a kind of courage that she had never had before. She suddenly pulled the broken string on the piano and attacked Zhuque with her body.

Although her martial arts skills are far less than those of Zhuque, this attack is also sharp, and even a kind of evil that has abandoned all her reservedness, as if she is desperate. Zhuque had to raise her hand to return, but was angry by her this move. She simply stretched out her hand and took the string. Although there would be any injury from the skin of the thin string, he used his strength to break the string, and he also used the force to pull the okra body, grab and push it on the bed.

He ignored the trouble outside. Now that he was angry with this woman, he pulled her in the bed. Seeing this beautiful woman's desperation, he had some reason for his resentment. He wanted to slow down his mind, but he rose to his chest, causing him to tear her clothes open without hesitation, and wanted to ask her at this moment.

How could Okra resist his whim of determination, and shouted loudly: "Jun Li! Jun Li save me! Jun Li save me!"

Jun Li originally came in with the sound of the qin, but as soon as he entered the mansion, the sound of the qin disappeared. The path inside the mansion was complicated. Based on the impression of the sound of the qin just now, he was not sure where the okra was. Instead, he saw someone telling and shouting, and then he found the second door. He was not sure if the okra was here, but suddenly he heard such crying coming from the room. When he heard it, his heart was already boiling.

——Okra, if she hadn't been shocked, she would have beaten to death, and she wouldn't have screamed and screamed for help.

He was originally fighting with the pursuers, but now he didn't care about the sharp blades on both sides and left and right, so he broke into the door. His ribs hurt, his clothes torn, and his armpits were injured.

But it was strange that he tried his best to enter the door, and no one dared to follow him in, and he shouted at the door: "Taoist, you are dead today. Come out quickly and tie your hands!" Seeing that Jun Li didn't listen, he looked at each other and was anxious. His expression sometimes seemed to be as if he could kneel down and beg Jun Li to come out quickly.

Junli didn't care about so many things, there was only one road, a room, and a door. Okra was still crying, crying clearly. He rushed straight, crossed the screen, spread his sword, and stabbed towards the man on the bed with the fastest speed.

He didn't feel the murderous aura coming out of the house when he stepped into this place, it was like a thick and thick fog that wrapped him in, making him unable to breathe. But Okra was crying. Even if it was difficult to move by the murderous aura, he still had to take action and save her. Isn't it just for him to come here?

Zhuque seemed to have never expected that someone would dare to break in. Someone really dared to ignore the scene that was intimidated by him and acted randomly. He turned his head to look at him. The sword had arrived. Although the moves were so fast, in his opinion, they were light and vain. With this little ability, how could they dare to take action on his territory?

He snorted coldly, raised his palm, and Jun Li felt a tangible energy attacking him extremely sharply. In an instant, the long sword in his hand broke inch by inch, and the cold energy continued to kill, and all parts of his injured body, shoulders, arms, chest, ribs, knees, legs, all of which were suddenly cut by a sharp blade, suddenly broke, and blood gushed out in an instant.

But Zhuque was distracted after all, so Okra hurriedly rolled out of bed, trying her best to cover her torn clothes, and was extremely embarrassed, almost rolling and crawling toward Junli. She shrank, thinking that she would just hide behind Junli. She was weak this time, so it would be better to rely on him this time!

Jun Li reached out to pull her over, but a cold force had already hit her face again. He suddenly felt like he was blown by a huge wind and could not stand at all. He was thrown away about a foot away. On the other side, Okra had been caught by Zhuque and easily pulled back to the bed.

"Oh, it's you." Zhuque seemed to have seen Jun Li clearly and sneered. When the Xu Family Ancestral Hall took Cheng Ping away, he glanced at him, so he counted him as a member of the Qinglong Sect.

Jun Li felt that his bones were broken and he could not stand up at all. He wanted to speak in a cold sweat. He could see Okra's helplessness, and he hated himself, and he took on her trust in vain, but he still couldn't save her!

Zhuque had already sat back on the bed, stretched out his hand and brushed Okra's head, and said, "If you broke in for Cheng Ping - it's a pity that he is not here with me now; if you broke in for this woman - then you can only ask you to watch!"

Seeing that he had peeled okra's clothes again, Jun Li didn't expect that he would do this in front of him, and he was really unable to move. He saw okra's crying eyes in despair. He cried in his mind, and shouted, "Don't touch her, don't touch her!"

The shouting sounded like a shrill whistle, cutting into the murderous intent that was spread throughout the room by Suzaku, and even the air was sizzling. Suzaku just glanced at him, not as if he had changed his mind. Jun Li could only close his eyes and clench his fists. He didn't want to see. He didn't want to be born all this. He didn't believe that he could not stop such a thing from being born under his nose. He didn't believe that he would be so powerless when he came here!

In the darkness of his eyes closed, he suddenly remembered something. His mind was clear and nervous, even his voice changed. He shouted anxiously: "Do you have to tell me? Okra...she is your daughter!"

The swelling Suzaku suddenly seemed to have a pause, and his black-green face slowly raised to look at him.

"It's true." Jun Li was so nervous that he wanted to be crazy, and he endured it, "It's true, she is your daughter and... and Baishuang. If you don't believe it, ask her yourself!"

When Zhuque heard that Bai Shuang's name was heard, he finally showed a trace of insignificant surprise and turned to Okra.
Chapter completed!