Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

Sending the flute to my mouth, it seems that the emotion that has been brewing for a long time turns into a burst of flute sound, drifting into the distance with the wind.

"Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass is green."

"The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the setting sun is outside the mountain."

"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the sea, half of friends are scattered."

"A pot of turbid wine is enough for the rest of the day, so don't dream about the cold tonight."

The brisk and melodious sound of the flute flowed out slowly, and Bei Tangxun was stunned just at the beginning.

He had never heard such a flute.

Bei Tangxun's eyes gradually changed, drifting away. Amidst the sound of the flute, he seemed to have returned to the past. It's been a long time, but it seems like it just happened yesterday.

The night was really quiet.

It was so quiet that it seemed that only the sound of the flute was echoing in the world.

The sound of the flute does not have the intensity and soaringness of Flying Daggers, but only the sad and soul-stirring nostalgia.

Nalan Zhenyue perfectly interpreted that kind of reluctance as if she was saying goodbye, seeing off friends and relatives who left.

There was a gleam of light in Bei Tangxun's eyes, which seemed to be a little moist, he lowered his head and retracted them.

Nalan Zhenyue was completely immersed in her own memories, thinking of Xiajingtian, from a single person to a group of partners around her, every process, every event that happened, every word she uttered, even every smile.

And him, even if she is now in the Sealed Soul Continent, she will never forget what he said at that time, she has been waiting and working hard at the same time.

If possible, she actually hoped that she would never play this farewell song again in her whole life.

The moonlight tonight is like water flowing down from the sky, so soft, but it illuminates the darkness, like a gentle elf, using its brilliance to fill the entire earth and bring hope to people.

Jun Guanshi opened his eyes, he got out of bed, walked to the window, opened the window, let the sound of the flute flow in, he looked into the distance without blinking, at the green hills shrouded in moonlight...

On the beauty's couch, a head of jet-black hair fell down smoothly, messy but yet lazy, noble and elegant.

He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were as beautiful as two black pearls, his skin was fair, and his face was flawless.

The sound of the flute is echoing in my ears. It is light, but there is a hint of heaviness, and it is low, but there is a hint of highness. It seems to be telling the longing of the flute player, hoping that the wind can take it to the distance..

He slowly closed his eyes, his eyelashes were like two small fans.

..

with a certain corner.

A mass of golden light, shaped like a dragon egg, its light is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, but at this moment, it suddenly becomes stronger, this powerful light turns into a beam of light, and shoots towards the end of the sky .

"The ancient road in the region is different again!"

"Look, look!"

"Yes!"

..

Lying on the plank bed, the facial paralyzed man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were wide open, a little scary in the dark night, but he recovered immediately.

Something was wriggling in his arms, and Eggy's little head popped out, looking at the paralyzed face with tears in his eyes, his mouth was puckered together, and he uttered incomprehensible syllables.

It was tearful, its little head was shaking from side to side, and its little hands grabbed onto the collar of the paralyzed face.

With a paralyzed face, he stretched out his hand and touched Eggy's head with that expression.