"Long Feikuang, why do you think I will do what you say?" An Tingyu glared at Long Feikuang coldly. Although Long Feikuang had the advantage now, looking at his arrogant face, she wanted to tear him down.

Long Feikuang smiled evilly and raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you know it? Do you want me to repeat it again?"

"you……"

An Tingyu was about to say something else, but at this time, Mr. An said: "Long Feikuang, can we talk?"

"Mr. An, what do you want to talk about?" Long Fei asked wildly.

"Talk about your future."

"In the future?" Long Feikuang sneered, "Master An, do you have other meanings in this?"

"Since you can understand the other meaning in my words, why don't you let go of your obsession and laugh it off? You may have your own considerations, but as the eighteenth generation Lord of the Netherworld Palace, I tell you that even if you succeed today, you will never become the emperor of the Dragon Flame Nation. When their heads fall to the ground, yours will also be taken by the disciples of the Netherworld Palace."

Just as Mr. An finished speaking, four figures appeared from nowhere. They were the four hall masters of the Nether Palace, Fengyun, Leiming, Yuqing, and Dianshan.

The four hall masters respectfully said to Mr. An and An Tingyu: "I pay my respects to the eighteenth generation and the nineteenth concubine!"

Hearing the voices of the four people, An Tingyu sighed in her heart. At this moment, even if she didn't believe what Grandpa An said before, she believed it now, because she knew very well that the four people in front of her were the backbone of the Nether Palace and the most authoritative people in the Nether Palace except for His Majesty.

They all started calling Grandpa An the eighteenth generation, so what Grandpa An said must be true. And they dared to call Grandpa An the eighteenth generation in front of everyone, which showed that this was also what Grandpa An wanted.

"Mr. An, from what you said, it seems that you are ready to give up Jing Aotian, but have you ever thought about it? He is the man your grandson likes. If he dies, your grandson will be very sad. Aren't you worried about this at all?" Long Feikuang narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he did not expect that Mr. An would be so cruel.

I thought that with Mr. An's love for An Tingyu, he would definitely not ignore Jing Aotian's safety, but now it seems that may not be the case.

"Of course I'm worried about making my family sad, but besides being that girl's grandfather, I'm also the eighteenth generation of the Nether Palace. Between family and justice, the Lord of the Nether Palace will never be selfish, so..."

At the end of his speech, Mr. An turned around and looked at An Tingyu, "Girl, will you forgive grandpa?"

An Tingyu smiled slightly, "Yes, and thank you, Grandpa!"

Just now, she had been confused and didn't know what to do, but after listening to what Mr. An said, she knew what she should do.

An Tingyu raised her head proudly, her sharp eyes scanning Long Feikuang coldly. "Long Feikuang, I tell you, even if you take Aotian as a hostage, I will not kill the Queen Mother and Long Xunyi, because they are irreplaceable."

Long Feikuang smiled coldly, "So, Jing Aotian can be the replacement?"

"No, in my heart, he is irreplaceable, so if he dies, I will go to hell with him. However, I will never selfishly take someone else's life for the sake of my love. This kind of love is not only selfish, but also despised by the world."

"Miss An... no, Nineteenth Concubine, you said it well. It seems that my work day and night was worth it." Feng Yun smiled appreciatively, and then he waved his hand and threw the things on his back to An Tingyu.

An Tingyu was stunned for a moment, then quickly took the thing Fengyun threw to her, "This is..."

An Tingyu was about to ask Fengyun what that was, but before she could ask, she knew what was in the big cloth bag because she touched something familiar, a guitar string.

An Tingyu's eyes lit up, and with a wave of her little hand, the cloth bag flew away, revealing a colorful piano.

"Locking... Heart Harp?" Long Feikuang frowned tightly, but his tone was not very sure, because although the harp in front of him looked like a Locking Heart Harp, it was somewhat different.

This zither is very similar except for the strings, but the body is made of multicolored stones.

"It seems you're not completely unfamiliar with this harp. Yes, this is the Heart-Locking Harp. Even though you destroyed it, you don't know that Fengyun, the head of my Nether Palace, is a master harp maker. So after you destroyed it, I ordered him to repair it. So even though it looks a little different, it's definitely the Heart-Locking Harp, and you... lost."

As long as she had the Heart-Locking Harp in her hand, she would not be afraid of Long Feikuang's hypnosis.

Originally, she could have solved the suggestion by herself, but the hypnosis she learned was different. The suggestion could only be solved when she had a deep control over the other person's mind. However, she could not do that in the current situation. However, with the Heart-Locking Harp, she was not afraid.

The Heart-Locking Harp is different from her hypnosis. It controls people's minds with sound. It is more direct than her hypnosis and enters people's hearts purely.

"An Tingyu, don't think I'm afraid of you just because you said that. Don't forget, there are no more than five people in this world who can use the Heart Locking Harp. Are you sure you are one of those five?"

"Why not? Just have the intention!" An Tingyu said confidently.

Xing Mo said that as long as people's hearts are united, it will be enough. In other words, the Heart-Locking Harp does not rely on the skill of playing the piano, but on one's own heart. The heart makes the piano, and the piano controls the heart. This is the mantra of the Heart-Locking Harp.

"It seems like you're ready to fight to the death, so let's see who's better, you or me!"

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