This song is solemn, solemn, and majestic. It sounds like an iron horse is passing before your eyes, and the scene of a war poem slowly unfolds.

Played with a flute at a deep angle, it is a bit simple and melodious in its majesty, the King of Lanling who strikes with his command and stabs at Yuxiao, the heroic and tender King of Lanling, the sadistic King of Lanling who drinks poison...

Sima Yunxue listened to the sound of the flute and looked at Xie Fu, who was so passionate that he looked like a man drinking poison in sorrow.

If you have great achievements in the future, who will help you turn the tide? When I think that I have already passed away, and Xie Fu is standing there alone, I suddenly feel sad and tears flow from my eyes.

After playing the song Angle Deep, Xie Fu unknowingly drank more than a pot. This kind of drinking method is no more than that of a drunkard.

Xie Fu burst out laughing: "Mr. Jiao, you are worthy of being the master of the Northern School."

"It's ridiculous, I also played it with my feelings, and my true feelings were revealed."

Sima Yunxue nodded, wiped her tears secretly, and praised: "It's touching and touches people's hearts. If I can listen to this song tonight, I will die... without regrets!"

The so-called people of temperament come as they please, without any restraint, they come according to their temperament.

Xie Fu shouted: "It's so hot, my blood is boiling."

Aang Shen laughed loudly, and Sima Yunxue glanced at Fu Xie with tears stained eyes. De Xing, he was showing his emotions at this time, and it was not easy to blame him if he made any mistakes.

Seeing Fu Xie actually taking off his belt and robe, Sima Yunxue's eyes widened and she was stunned for a moment. Fu Xie had already thrown the robe towards her body, leaving her upper body naked.

The deep angle made me feel happy for a while, but when I saw Xie Fu's strong muscles, criss-crossed and densely packed with innumerable scars, I was suddenly shocked.
Chapter completed!