People in the ultimate class: a thousand years of sleep!

“Still afraid?”

Luo Xingchen withdrew his gaze.

He looked at the ice heart behind him.

Bingxin’s bed is right next to the windowsill.

She trembled gently, still feeling scared and terrified.

“Hmm… A little bit. ”

Bingxin nodded slightly.

“But, but beside you… It’s not so scary. ”

Her cheeks were slightly red.

Listen.

Luo Xingchen smiled softly.

“Do you still want to hear the one I played last time?”

He asked.

Bing Xin was slightly stunned.

She remembered not so long ago… The piece of music that Luo Xingchen played.

At that time, she…

Immerse yourself in that music wholeheartedly.

Looking back…

I only felt that after listening to the music played by Luo Xingchen, the whole person seemed to be in that fairyland…

It’s a fairyland, with green fairy water and fresh air…

Especially.

In the middle of that wonderland.

She seemed to see a figure, playing quietly.

An endless sense of security enveloped her.

“Hmm…”

Bing Xin nodded involuntarily.

She had just come to her senses.

When you want to talk.

only to find…

Luo Xingchen in front of you.

It’s gone.

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A mighty Mighty Walker…

was about to slowly approach the Charranxander family.

Just in the next second.

These Psychic Walkers.

It all stopped.

Distance.

Moxibustion and Shu are also ready to strike.

In any case, these Psychic Walkers must not be allowed to get close to the Charransid family.

Just in the next second.

There was a hint of surprise in their eyes.

I saw those supernatural walkers approaching at the moment… They all stopped.

All the Paranormal Walkers…

All eyes looked upwards.

Moxibustion and Xiu’s gaze also looked upwards.

I saw it on the roof of the Naxia Lanxander family.

A teenager with a guitar in his hand sits quietly on the edge of the roof.

The young man’s eyes were deep, his face was beautiful and elegant, and he was looking ahead indifferently.

“Star… Dust? ”

Moxibustion dance and Xiu were slightly stunned.

Sitting on the edge of that roof.

Naturally, it is Luo Xingchen.

He sat there quietly with his guitar in hand.

But he just sat there… Those supernatural walkers, however, did not move, as if they saw a terrifying figure!

Inside this…

There are white path powerwalkers, and there are demonized powerwalkers.

But these people…

There are many people who know Luo Xingchen!

Even if he didn’t know Luo Xingchen, Luo Xingchen sat there quietly, but he was like a dormant fierce beast, quietly staring at them.

There is only one feeling in everyone’s heart.

That is, if they dare to move…

Then the next second…

This ferocious beast will tear them apart without hesitation!

All the supernatural walkers who were attracted by this extinction breath within a radius of 10,000 meters… None of the columns stopped.

Even those supernatural walkers outside the square circle.

All stopped!

It was as if the whole world had fallen silent!

In this moment of silence.

Luo Xingchen’s fingers gently plucked the guitar strings.

The notes are surging.

Gentle music… Slowly playing.

A faint white glow quickly covered the whole body.

Behind him is a colorful pillar of light, surrounded by a gloomy sky dome, but his pale white makes people feel dazzling.

The eyes of all the Psychic Walkers present…

They all looked at him quietly.

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Bingxin sat on the edge of the bed.

She saw the Psychic Walkers stop.

There is still time to react.

And she heard…

A familiar prelude sounded.

This familiar prelude seems to have endless power, and in an instant… Crush the ice cold inside her body!

She was a little stunned.

After coming to his senses.

Without hesitation, she ran to the other room.

In this room…

She looked through that windowsill.

I saw the teenager sitting on the edge of the roof.

Her eyes seemed to have all kinds of colors.

Everything seems to be gone.

Her eyes.

Only the teenager remained.

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Backyard.

Standing quietly in the backyard.

She originally wanted to go up with Bingxin.

But looking at those supernatural walkers on the outer wall, she hesitated…

Still ran down.

Although she was a little afraid and uneasy, the coldness permeated her, but she still walked down.

She watched as the Eccentropaths approached.

Three meters…

Two meters…

One meter…

Half a meter…

Her psychic index began to fluctuate.

Just in half a meter for a moment.

Those Psychic Walkers… All stopped.

The gazes of all the Psychic Walkers lifted and looked above her.

In that doubt.

Han’s eyes also looked upwards.

In front of the colorful pillar of light, under the gloomy dome of the sky, on the edge of the roof of the Naxiaranxander family.

A teenager sits quietly with a guitar in hand.

See the teenager.

Han’s eyes showed a hint of color.

She saw the boy’s fingers begin to play the guitar strings.

She heard a beautiful prelude to the music.

She saw…

The boy’s deep eyes.

And.

That pale white glow.

After that familiar piece of music sounded.

The fear in her heart, the unease, the coldness…

It’s as if they’re all gone.

It’s like…

The boy opened his arms and blocked everything for her.

Her eyes.

As the boy played.

There was a lot of brilliance.

A familiar prelude sounded.

Han suddenly remembered that she seemed to have heard this prelude, and that time…

is in the room.

He played this piece of music, and in the white flame, a magnetic and soft voice sounded in the flame, and every word seemed to strike at the deepest heart of people.

Airplanes.

Han saw…

The pale white light around the young man gradually burned like a flame!

The faint white light is dazzling!

Meantime.

Luo Xingchen’s energy index.

Start a crazy spike.

【10000…… 15000…… 20000】

【25000…… 30000…… 40000！ 】

Airplanes.

In a flash.

Luo Xingchen’s energy index…

Directly soared to 40,000 points!

Watch the teenager play.

Han listened to the familiar music, as if he saw the green water and green mountains again, saw the fairy-filled fairyland, and saw the starry sky.

The power of softness…

Slowly poured into her body.

The cold, the gloomy, the fear, the insecurity… All dissipate one by one.

The rest…

It’s a piece of warmth.

Cold eyes.

It seems that a fairyland-like scene appears in front of my eyes.

The boy, standing in the middle of that fairyland, quietly played this piece for her.

“Green grass… White fog. ”

“There’s a beautiful person… On the water side. ”

In Han’s mind… I couldn’t help but think of the teenager’s voice.

Unconsciously, she sang the lyrics that the boy had sung.

“Green grass… White fog is confused. ”

“There’s a beautiful person… Living by water. ”

Under the dark sky.

With a whispered singing of the cold.

Suddenly.

Endless white flames.

Surging out.

Gentle musical rhythm.

Instantly, it surged up.