Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3862 The villain who wants to get rid of me falls in love with me (11)

  Dye white expressionlessly got into the carriage.

The girl is in white, with clean and clear eyebrows, her eyes under her eyelashes are black and translucent, but she is full of coldness. When stepping into the carriage, she saw a slender figure lazily leaning against in the carriage, and her red dress was beautiful and beautiful, she held it with one hand. His beautiful forehead was swept by those deep eyes, and even the atmosphere was a little more charming. Chu Zhouzhi looked at the stained white, and the tip of his nose moved slightly. He paused, leaned over, and his tone was tired and light. The breath is inexplicably dangerous: "Why do you smell of alcohol?"

   Dyeing white frown eyebrows, with a faint expression, after smelling the smell on his body, it was indeed stained a little.

"You won't drink alcohol behind my back?" Chu Zhouzhi raised his delicate eyebrows, and looked at her suspiciously. The tails of his eyes are narrow and the pupils are smart, like a Begonia flower blooming in them, which is very attractive and kind. The vague, arrogant, ambiguous, of course, the premise is that he is smiling.

   "..." Ran Bai pushed him away fiercely, gestured to him, and said that he hadn't drink with a serious face.

   "Okay, I misunderstood you." Chu Zhou laughed in a low voice, his tone lazy and charming.

The carriage went all the way out of the city. It was on the mountain road. The mountains were silent and a continuous green color. After about two hours, I heard the sound of fighting in the distance. At first, it was a little unclear. Later, it got closer. Okay. Coincidentally, it was exactly the way they were going.

  "The son?" Yunxi screamed while sitting outside the carriage, bending one leg.

  "Go straight ahead." Chu Zhou said quietly.

  Dyeing white eyes a little coldly, looking sideways to the outside of the carriage.

  On the way to the carriage, the fighting became more and more intense. From a distance, they were two young girls, both dressed in white and holding long swords. Opposing them were a few men who could not see the style.

  Dyeing white lightly swept over the white clothes.

   is the costume of Kunmingshan's disciple.

  Kunmingshan disciple appeared here at this time, there will be no other reason except Huazhou.

  She fixed a glance, then picked up the bamboo flute and gently pressed it to her lips.

  When I was in the villa, I was dyed white and often played a flute, and my body had memories of the previous life. It was not difficult to comprehend it, just to try with those men.

  The sound of the flute is low and melodious, echoing in the valley, and the sky is surrounded by echoes, appearing so abruptly.

  The two Kunmingshan disciples paused for a moment. The young man looked pretty, with frowning eyebrows protecting the little girl behind him, and said, "Don't listen."

The girl standing with the teenager is wearing the snow-white clothes of Kunming Mountain. She is slender and petite. The clothes always look loose when worn on her body. She shows a white and tender wrist. The green silk is curled up, and her profile is soft, thin and dense. His eyelashes fell, half covering the light-colored beautiful eyeballs, faintly with a hint of pure blue, clear as the sky, the red and thin lips were pursed, and his voice was waxy: "This flute... doesn't seem to be directed at us. Coming."

Li Weijiu blinked and rubbed her ears in distress. She rubbed her white earlobes and turned red and didn't notice anything wrong. On the contrary, the swords held by the men on the opposite side fell to the ground. Xu was singing. For this reason, they all covered their ears in pain, knelt to the ground, making a faint low noise, and finally there was no sound.

  The sound of flute is melodious and melodious from beginning to end, and it is slowly and pleasant to the ear. When it is wrapped around the ear, it will linger with a desolate and desolate air, as if it can awaken the deepest memory in the heart and let people enter the world of flute sound.

  Jing was still a little wary at the beginning, but finally realized that it was indeed like this, and he no longer held his hearing, he licked his lips and looked in the direction of the carriage.

  The sound of flute comes from there.

Before he moved, the younger sister next to him walked over happily, and when he passed the man who fell on the ground, she bulged her cheeks and kicked, like a tantrum cat, she stopped outside the carriage, standing still a little bit. Be well-behaved, with a smile on her red lips, her face tilted slightly, and her head tilted in an attempt to see the person in the carriage, "Thank you girl for saving my life."

  Jingzhi also hurriedly walked over, clasping his fists and thanking him.

   Quiet for a second or two.

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

The chin line is clear, looking up, wearing a black mask, no appearance, the pure black and cold texture against the snow-white complexion, intertwined with cold beauty, those eyes looking at them, the pupils are deep and cold. It's cold like a cold pond.

  Li Weijiu was startled, seeing those eyes, her heart was slightly excited.

For some reason, when she heard the sound of the flute, she felt a familiar feeling in her heart, as if she had heard it somewhere a long time ago. The sound of the flute is shallow, sad and desolate, and lingers with the determination to this world. My heart makes the tip of my heart tremble, and there is a sour and delicate pain.

  It sounds good, but it sounds too gloomy.

  But Li Weijiu still feels that this is the most, most, and best-sounding flute sound she has ever heard.

  Subconsciously feel that the person who blows the pipe must be a young girl, and she should have a pair of eyes that see through the world.

  Sure enough,

   Same as she thought.

  It’s just really familiar.

  She must have seen it before.

Dyeing white in the carriage, his gaze fixed on a small body standing outside trying to raise his head, and his heart was surging with strange and subtle pain. It was the emotion remaining in the original body. When I went to Orion’s house, the same thing appeared. reaction.

She has long eyelashes drooping slightly, her eyes are like a moonlit night, and she puts the bamboo flute against her lips in front of Li Weijiu's face. Blow out a melody gently.

When   Li Weijiu heard the sound of the flute, she was stunned for a moment, and somehow understood the meaning of the flute. She seemed to be saying, no thanks.

  The strange sense of familiarity made Li Weijiu a little at a loss, which does not prevent her from having a good feeling for the people in front of her, "Hello, I am Li Weijiu."

An old and vague picture appeared in front of Ran Bai's eyes. In the pitch-black dungeon, only the sound of water droplets fell. It was quiet and frightening. The air was humid and cold. The girl came in by accident, and saw the dungeon in panic and surprise. The person in the middle of the room, with his pupils open, did not choose to leave, and approached cautiously, lowering his voice and talking to the blood-covered person in the cell.

  With a touch of kindness.

  "Hello, I am Li Weijiu."

  Red lips and white teeth, pure eyebrows and eyes.

  Incompatible with this dungeon.

  In the dim dungeon, the weak-breathed person moved his fingertips with difficulty, without making any sound. There was still dry dark red blood on that face, and he shook his head at Li Weijiu and let her go.

  "Can't you talk?" The girl squatting outside the cell tentatively asked, there was no disdain, no disgust, no mockery in her eyes, clean, black and white.

  Outside the carriage, Li Weijiu hesitated and asked, "Can't you talk?"

  Pictures and sounds overlap each other, making people indistinguishable from the past and present.

  That was the only voice Yan Bai heard during the long night when he was imprisoned in the dungeon by the martial arts people before he died.

  (End of this chapter)