The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Hearing the sound, hearing the words, the young man was slightly taken aback, and after a while, he smiled slightly and replied: "No, it's just for self-entertainment."

Smiles seemed to blend into the night breeze, and the originally suppressed thoughts suddenly became bright and cheerful, singing, just looking for a bosom friend.

The night is foggy, and there is only silence in the mountains. It seems to be recalling the sound of the flute just now, and it seems to be waiting for the sound of the flute to play again.

The deserted phoenix eyes opened, the corners of the robe slightly raised, and the black figure moved slowly in the bamboo forest, leaving silently without the sound of footsteps.

"Your Excellency, please stay. If you don't dislike it, I will present this song to you." The young man's voice overflowed again. I don't know if this song is for self-entertainment or an excuse to leave a bosom friend.

The sound of the flute played again, lingering and lingering in the bamboo forest.

The black figure stopped, his cold eyes were hidden under the eyelids, his hair slightly raised, slid down from his shoulders, and floated with the night wind.

The sound of the flute is clear and melodious, broad and casual, washing away the heavy depression just now, as if throwing away all the worries, the wind is clear and the moon is bright in an instant, it seems to be walking in the mountains, or picking lotus in the lotus pond, fishing by the stream , painting under the forest.

The moonlight is like water, the sky is full of stars, and the night fog is light and slow. This song is very long. I don’t know if the night is too long, or I can’t bear to stop.

Perhaps after a long time, the sound of the flute gradually dissipated, leaving only the sound echoing in the mountains.

The young man sighed slightly, he couldn't find the black figure just now, leaving a deserted place, only him playing the flute alone.

night, deep.

……

Today is the annual opening hall of Lance College, all the teachers and students of the school will be present, and even the city of Qingming is sensational.

Jinlan Court.

The genius was slightly bright, and Wu Yue, who was the instructor of the department, got up early, and he put on the plain robe from the day before yesterday, the robe usually worn by illusionists, elegant and light, quite like a high-level illusionist.

"Students Feili, Dongfang, and Hanyue, get up! Everyone must attend the opening ceremony!" Wu Yue shouted at the top of her voice in the courtyard.

The sound spread to the back mountain, and was bounced back, leaving a long echo.

Before the echoes dissipated, the door of a room to the north opened, revealing an indifferent and handsome face with eyes like clear springs.

"Student Feili is still efficient, I will come out as soon as I shout." Wu Yue said to Feng Feili upstairs.

"Wu Yue has won the prize." Feng Feili smiled slightly, this time he did not add the word mentor.

Then, the door of another room opened, Jing Hao walked out of the door, and immediately looked at the last room on the west, the door was still closed.

"Student Dongfang has also woken up, and only Hanyue is left. I didn't see her yesterday. Is she sick?" Wu Yue was about to go to the west to call someone.

At that very moment, the door to the last room to the west opened.

She was still wearing a black cloak, with the brim of the hat pulled down very low, the black gauze covering her face, the corners of her robe slightly raised, her steps were not slow or fast, elegant and calm.

After Ye Chen closed the door, his pace was the same as hers, and he followed behind her as usual.

Jing Hao was pleasantly surprised and rubbed his eyes. He read correctly, Han Yue finally came out.

Feng Feili paused, doubt and surprise flashed in his eyes, it turned out to be the person from last night.

"Student Hanyue, don't hide in the room all day long, come out to play more, it's good for your physical and mental health, look at how lively Dongfang is, how friendly Feili is, let's make an appointment to hang out together some other day..."

Wu Yue talked endlessly, but Qiongying didn't give him a look.