Lord, don't play with me: the genius son, Lolita's mother

The secret of the owner of the Purple Clothed Sect! 【10】

With the previous experience, she knew that this time, she was the only one, and she couldn't let the ghostly flute's hostility backfire, and she thought, since this kind of thing has spirituality, it must be connected with the mind.

She thought silently in her heart, control the purple-clothed sect master... control the purple-clothed sect master... control the purple-clothed sect master...

The sound of the flute came out faintly, and it seemed to be different from last night. It was a very faint sound of the flute, like an intoxicating lullaby, softly and softly...

The eyelids of the purple-clothed sect master closed slightly, and he couldn't help but fell into the sound of the flute, unable to concentrate his mental power at all. [

Su Qiqi opened her eyes and took a look at the purple-clothed sect master. She knew that she had grasped the key point. It turned out that this ghost flute really connected with people's minds.

As long as you can concentrate and think, it will receive your instructions.

Let him sleep... let him sleep... let him sleep...

She silently read it over and over again in her heart.

The sound of the flute in her hand became more and more beautiful, it really sounded like the sound of nature, her fingers, led by the ghost flute, gently pressed each sound hole.

The sound of the flute became more and more beautiful, as if it brought people into a fairyland.

Hundreds of flowers are in full bloom there... The spring is brilliant, the soft spring sun, like cotton, sprinkles gently on the person's body, and the person just lies there among the flowers, and the nose is full of a faint floral fragrance, soft and clear ...

The owner of the purple-clothed sect gradually fell into that fairyland, and he seemed to have a little thought telling him that this was all an illusion, and none of this was real.

He must stay awake.

But he couldn't control himself at all, the notes one by one drilled into his mind one by one.

The faint flute sound over and over again.

He finally couldn't control his thoughts, and gradually closed his eyes, sinking into the fairyland full of flowers.

There was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.

Su Qiqi watched the purple-clothed sect master fall into a deep sleep, then put down the ghost flute, took a deep breath, and realized that she seemed to have experienced a big battle.

On his forehead, tiny beads of sweat were all over his forehead.

He stretched out his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glanced at the door master in purple who was sleeping softly.

smiled lightly...

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