Chapter 372: Playing Qin to Niu generously? (2/2)

Lying! What time is it, do you still want to play the piano? !

Beside Su Yu, all the suzerains looked at the xylophone and fell into a dull state, completely in a state of coercion.

What to do with the piano, prepare to die for life and reflect your heroism?

Many of them have poor mental capacity, tears have come out of their eyes, crying screams, lamenting the sadness of their own destiny.

At this time, they no longer have the mood to blame Su Yu, because Warcraft has come, one by one is on the verge of life and death, completely without the mind to care for others.

Su Yu completely ignored everyone, and his hands were on the piano with his hands not slow.

Moo-

The footsteps of Warcraft are getting closer and closer. At first, they were a pair of magic cows. Ten magic cows stood against the horns of the tiger. The smoke behind the buttocks was roaring.

The horns are as dark as ink, and the cold awn that shines in the sun, has spiritual power on it, so sprinting, even Wu Zun dare not resist.

”Master Su, what are you going to do?” The two leaders did not have any hope. They broke the jar and asked.

In him, spiritual power surged, and the black sword in his hand was monstrous, apparently ready to make a final death stroke at any time.

”Hahaha, this King is playing a piano against a cow today!” Su Yuhao smiled and put his fingers on the strings, playing the piano against a cow? What the **** is this?

Everyone looked at Su Yu in confusion.

”These Warcraft are just because of the psychedelic flowers and become manic. They can't help but want to destroy everything.” Su Yu explained with a smile, slowly opening his mouth, ”So, the hard attack is not the kingly way, we should influence them!”

Sense... affect them?

Everyone is a black thread, a fart!

Warcraft is different from human beings. How can it be influenced, not to mention the crazy Warcraft, do you expect Warcraft to sympathize with yourself?

The hearts of the people were already desperate, and the beasts were coming to the city. It was really not the time for King Su to be ill and ill.

”Well, being able to listen to King Su playing a piece of music before dying is also a big joy in life.” Sect Master Lei has not much spiritual power left, and has given up the resistance and stands beside Su Yu, said leisurely. The deputy saw the appearance of life and death.

At this time, the birds are flying in the sky, the beasts are running, and there is a chaos between the world and the world, a scene of the end of the world.

These World of Warcraft have already gone crazy, one by one regardless, and hit the Dongzhou County straight.

The weakest of them are all Level 6 Warcraft, and any impact can destroy Dongzhou County!

”Mother, I'm afraid...” A little girl could not help turning her head into her mother's arms and dared not look at it again.

”Don't be afraid, God will bless us.” Her mother hugged the little girl tightly and said, with sadness in her eyes, she quietly touched the tears in the corner of her eyes.

Boom!

The roar was still in my ears. The walls of Dongzhou County seemed to be vibrated and beat. Many houses collapsed and the walls were ruined and ruined.

Roar--

Accompanying the roar of the beast~~The endless gust of wind swept through, the gust of wind was like a knife, and it hurt everyone's skin!

My life is gone! My life is over!

Everyone lamented in their hearts, clenched their fists, and nervously awaited death.

Facing the tide-like Warcraft, Su Yu's eyes were still calm, sitting on the city wall, his hair was blown up and down by the wind, and he seemed to have a feeling of generosity.

”Clang--”

At this moment, Su Yu's fingers on the strings suddenly moved.

There was a whisper from the piano!

Although this sound is short and fast, whether it is the roar of Warcraft or the cry of everyone, it is completely covered. Whether it is human or Warcraft, this is the sound of the piano in the ears, echoing for a long time, lingering...

Da Sheng's legacy, turn on! (Accounting for a mountain as king: 8888962)--(Accounting for a mountain as king)