Dyed a white face and got on the carriage without expression.

    The girl was dressed in white, her eyebrows and eyes were clean and meaningful, and her eyes under her eyelashes were dark and bright, but they were cold. When she stepped into the carriage, she saw a slender figure lying lazily against the inside, with fragrant red clothes and a beautiful forehead in one hand. She was swept away by those deep eyes, and even the atmosphere was more beautiful. Chu Zhou stopped looking at the dyed white, and the tip of her nose moved slightly, After a meal, he leaned over, his tone was languid and light, and his breath was inexplicably dangerous: "why do you smell like wine?"

    Dyed a white frown with a faint expression. After smelling his own taste, he did get a little.

    "You won''t steal a drink behind my back?" Chu Zhouzhi picked up the delicate tip of her eyebrows and looked at her suspiciously. Her eyes were long and narrow, and her eyes were flexible. It was like crabapple flowers in full bloom. It was very attractive. It was vague and ambiguous. Of course, the premise was that he was laughing.

    "..." ran Bai pushed him away angrily, made a gesture to him, and said seriously that he didn''t drink.

    "OK, I misunderstood you." Chu Zhou said with a low smile and a lazy tone.

    The carriage went out of the city all the way and walked on the mountain road. The mountain was silent and a continuous green color. It took more than two hours. Suddenly, it heard the sound of fighting in the distance. At first, it was not very clear. Later, it became closer and closer. Unfortunately, it was the way they were going.

    "Childe?" Yun Xi sat outside the carriage, one leg bent and shouted.

    "Go straight over." Chu Zhou said quietly.

    Dyed white eyes were a little cold, and looked out of the carriage.

    On the only way of the carriage, the fighting became louder and louder. From a distance, there were two young girls wearing white clothes and holding long swords. Against them were several men who could not see the sect.

    The dyed white light swept the white clothes.

    It''s the dress of Kunming mountain''s disciples.

    Kunming mountain disciples appear here at this time for no other reason than Huazhou.

    She fixed her eyes, then picked up the bamboo flute and gently touched her lips.

    When she was in the villa, she often played the flute when she was white. Her body has a lifetime memory. It''s not difficult to understand. She just took those men to try.

    The sound of the flute is low and melodious. It echoes in the valley and the sky is filled with echoes. It appears so abrupt.

    The two Kunming mountain disciples paused. The young man looked beautiful, frowned to protect the little girl behind him, and asked, "don''t listen."

    The girl standing with the boy is dressed in the snow-white clothes of Kunming mountain. She is slim and petite. Her clothes always look loose on her body, revealing a white and tender wrist, green silk curled up, soft waxy side face, thin and dense eyelashes, half covering the light and beautiful eyes, showing a trace of pure blue, as clear as the sky, and purplish red thin lips, Voice Nuo Nuo: "this flute... Doesn''t seem to be for us."

    Li Weijiu blinked, rubbed his ears in distress, rubbed the white earlobes red, and didn''t hear anything wrong. On the contrary, the swords held by the men opposite fell to the ground. Perhaps because of the sound of the flute, they all covered their ears in pain, knelt to the ground, and made a weak low sound. Finally, there was no sound.

    The sound of the flute is long and melodious from beginning to end. When it is wrapped around the ear, it is haunted by the gloomy and desolate spirit, as if it can awaken the deepest memory in the heart and let people enter the world of the flute.

    Jing was still a little wary at the beginning. Finally, he found that it was really like this. He didn''t hold his hearing anymore. He pursed his lips and looked in the direction of the carriage.

    The sound of the flute came from there.

    Before he moved, the little younger martial sister next to him walked over excitedly. When he passed the man who fell to the ground, he puffed up his cheeks and kicked him. Like a angry cat, he stopped outside the carriage and stood a little clever. His bright red lips aroused a smile, his small face tilted slightly, and bent his head to see the people in the carriage, "thank you for saving your life, miss."

    Jingzhi also hurried over and thanked with fists.

    For a second or two.

    The car curtain was lifted, and the exposed fingertips were cold and slender.

    The lower jaw line is clear. Looking up, wearing a black mask, I can''t see the face. The pure black and cold texture is against the snow-white skin color, interwoven with cold beauty. Those eyes look at them, with deep and deep pupils, which are as cold as a cold pool.

    Li Weijiu was stunned for a moment. When she saw those eyes, her heart jumped slightly.

    Somehow, when she heard the sound of the flute, she had a familiar feeling at the bottom of her heart. It seemed that she had heard it somewhere a long time ago. The sound of the flute was shallow, sad and desolate. It lingered in her heart with a resolution to the world, making people tremble at the tip of her heart and give rise to sour and dense pain.

    Although it sounds good, it is too gloomy.

    But Li Weijiu still felt that this was the best flute she had ever heard.

    Subconsciously, the person who plays the flute must be a young girl and should have a pair of secular eyes.

    Sure enough,

    Just like she thought.

    It''s just really familiar.

    She must have seen it before.

    Dye Bai was in the carriage, his eyes fixed on a small body standing outside trying to look up, and his heart was surging with strange and subtle pain. That was the residual emotion of his original body. When he went to the hunter''s house, he also had the same reaction.

    Her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and her eyes were like a moonlight night. In front of Li Weijiu, she pressed the bamboo flute against her lips. The plain flute was lined with slender hands. Her snow sleeves were cold, her fingertips moved, and gently blew out a melody.

    Li Weijiu was stunned when she heard the sound of the flute. She inexplicably understood the meaning of the flute. She seemed to be saying, you''re welcome.

    The strange sense of familiarity made Li Weijiu a little confused, which didn''t hinder the favor of the people in front of her, "Hello, I''m Li Weijiu."

    In front of ranbai''s eyes, there was an old and fuzzy picture. In the dark dungeon without five fingers, only the sound of water drops fell. It was quiet and frightening. The air was wet and cold. The girl rushed in by mistake. She was surprised to see the people in the dungeon with round eyes, but did not choose to leave. She approached carefully, lowered her voice and whispered to the people covered with blood in the cell.

    With a trace of goodwill.

    "Hello, I''m Li Weijiu."

    Red lips and white teeth, pure eyebrows and eyes.

    It doesn''t fit in with this dungeon.

    In the dark dungeon, the man with weak breath moved his fingertips hard and couldn''t make any sound. There were dry dark red blood on his face. He shook his head to Li Wei and let her go.

    "Can''t you speak?" the girl squatting outside the cell asked tentatively. There was no disdain, disgust or ridicule in her eyes. It was clean and black and white.

    Outside the carriage, Li Weijiu hesitated, looked up and asked, "can''t you speak?"

    The picture and sound overlap together, which makes people vaguely unable to distinguish between the past life and the present life.

    That was the only sound Yan Bai heard when he was imprisoned in the dungeon by the Wulin people and spent the long night before he died.