The devil is in the castle deep in the forest.

The bones of the sacral sculpt were quickly tapped on the keys, and in front of her there was a thick sheet of music on which the piano pieces written by Joe Xiu were recorded.

Behind the cheekbones, violins and cellos are floating in the air.

Since Qiao Xiu gave a piece of music to the skeleton every time, the quiet castle once again became lively.

Especially those ghosts who have their own consciousness, the patrol around the castle is their daily work.

Nowadays, they are almost every day to join the Orchestra's orchestra. Even though these ghosts were a group of cowards who didn't know music, they have become masters of the masters for so many years.

The music played by Yan Gugong today is very fast. Shortly after the bones entered the third chapter of the music, a ghost in the accompaniment made a mistake.

The cheekbones that are playing are keenly aware of the uncoordinated noise in the orchestra.

The sound echoing throughout the castle came to an abrupt end.

At this moment, more than twenty ghosts played in the halls tightened their nerves, and they all showed their true appearance from a transparent state.

If they still have flesh, the clothes on their bodies will be soaked by the cold sweat that overflows.

The male side of the cheekbone looked over the group of ghosts, and the fire of the pulsating soul slowly locked one of them.

More than twenty ghosts spread out, and the ghost that was targeted by the skeleton was instantly exposed to the horror of the horror Lich.

The ghost is a middle-aged aristocrat who looks round and round. His face is already full of emotions called ‘fear, and he is glad to have no need to breathe so troublesome after he dies!

"You still have three days to practice this piece."

The skeleton bone suddenly stood up from the piano. After leaving this sentence, he walked out of the door without saying a word.

Only a group of ghosts left in the performance hall wiped a ‘non-existent sweat’.

"I am alive?!" The singular aristocratic ghost asked some of his companions in disbelief.

"Shut up Fokker! You have been dead for hundreds of years!" said another small ghost.

"I know Fokker, but the ghost that made the mistake two years ago was taken to the dog by the cheekbones. I don't want to become a ration for the small check."

"Small check does not eat fat, you forgot? Fokker."

The ghost named Hualuo was somewhat powerless to remind his companion who was forgetful. His gaze looked at the direction of the skeleton.

"But after the three princes came to visit the Duke, the Duke adult really changed a lot."

"It was the musical scores given to the Duke of the Three Princes that changed the Dukes." Fokker picked up the violin in his hand and pulled out a tone. "These scores are all classics that are handed down."

"Don't talk nonsense, practice quickly, this "Moonlight Sonata" is a lot harder than before."

"Is it difficult to have "WISP" written by the composer named Liszt?"

The ghosts began to discuss after the departure of the skeleton, and in all the ghosts, one of the youngest and the youngest was short, and was sighed softly by the presence of all the ghosts called the housekeeper.

In the past, even if the skeleton died from the performance hall, these ghosts did not dare to talk here happily, but now the skeleton is indeed 'gentle' much more than before.

The housekeeper didn't know whether the change was good or bad, but at least since the Three Princes sent those piano pieces to the castle, the sacrum relied on the music to restore the sense of touch.

This is what all the undead are dreaming about.

The butler passed through the gate of the performance hall and saw the skeleton of the skeleton standing at the gate of the castle.

"Those humans came to the devil world, and I went to say hello to them." The skeleton said, "The things inside the castle are temporarily handed over to you."

"Follow the order." After the butler nodded, the skeleton was turned into a shadow and disappeared at the gate.

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The worst situation in Mrs. Nishizawa’s expectations was still there.

That is the devils in the devil who have extreme hatred against humans and against human beings in the devil world.

Mrs. Nishizawa does not think that all the demons are like Joe Xiu, who are willing to accept everything in the human world and can easily integrate into human beings.

The war between mankind and the Mozu has lasted for thousands of years, even if this war and hatred can be further attributed to the state of the Holy Spirit.

There are also many demons in the Mozu who have hatred for human beings that cannot be forgiven.

This is like the fact that in the eyes of the sacred sect of the Holy Land, all demons are evil.

The existence of human beings, almost no matter how good or bad, will be regarded as an enemy by them.

"Qiao Xiu, do you know how many humans have taken away the lives of the Mozu?"

Noggs... When Mrs. Nishizawa eavesdropped from the side, she learned that the young black man sitting in front of Qiao Xiu was the great prince of the chaotic demon royal family.

"I know, but in order not to have more insults in the future, peace is the best solution."

Qiao Xiu did not have time to tell his plans and ideas to Noggs.

The hatred accumulated over the years has made Noggs unable to accept the ideas of Qiao Xiu easily.

"There is no such choice for peace."

The glass held in the hands of Noggs suddenly broke into pieces, which made the surrounding actresses startled.

Qiao Xiuguang can hear his anger from the tone of Noggs.

The great prince Noggs is not a noble general. Protecting the frontiers of the Devil from human invasion is indeed his duty, but what drives him to do so is not the glorious honor of 'guarding the country'.

Purely just hatred, humans killed his comrades, his mentor, so Noggs could not forgive what the guys did.

Hatred supported Nogus to fight humans.

Qiao Xiu does not intend to rely on his own eloquence to convince his eldest brother to lay down the butcher knife. After all, the success rate of persuasion is basically zero.

Now that Qiao Xiu only wants to transfer a wave of hatred, it is to transfer the hatred of Noggs to the culprits of the behind-the-scenes, not all human beings.

"Now and I go back to Wangcheng, Qiao Xiu." Nogus has overflowed the gray magic, and at the same time there has been a crack in time and space behind Noggs. This crack is the gateway to the king city. To the border fortress.

Qiao Xiu found that he was still a little too impatient. After his brother saw the human being, the rage rose a bit, and Qiao Xiu had to let him calm down first.

"Unfortunately, my brother, I refuse." Qiao Xiu shook his head and vetoed his long brother quietly.

But refused to refuse, Qiao Xiu is not the opponent of his eldest brother, even the second king is not the opponent of Noggs.

So in this case, Qiao Xiu can only summon a substitute attack.

On the side of Nogus, he went to the mouth of his mouth and had not had time to say it. The dark magical torrent suddenly overflowed behind Qiao Xiu’s body. The breath of death and the suffocating pressure were entangled in Noggs. On the body.

The fire of two pleasing souls burned in the magical torrent, and the figure of the skeleton bone slowly appeared behind Qiao Xiu.