Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

The tune played by Nalan Zhenyue is very sad, sometimes it is soft and low, like a lover's cry, sometimes it climaxes, like hysterical helplessness, slowly, gradually, sobbing, a joy and sorrow, flowing out, but not stopping, Even I was stimulated by the sound of my flute, my heart shrank severely, as if being tightly grasped by two hands.

The tone gradually calmed down, and from the farewell tune, it gradually changed to other tunes. It was an ambush from all sides, suddenly rising, like an overwhelming attack.

There are too many emotions here, even she didn't know it, and she was a little dazed, until the sound of the flute slowly fell, she raised her eyes and saw a person.

September cold moon.

He sat uninvited, with complicated eyes.

Under the moonlight, Jiu Hanyue's skin was as delicate as fat, and the faint soft light shrouded his shoulders, as if he saw a fairy in the sacred light. The facial features on that face were not very prominent, but they were combined together Qingjun is handsome, his eyes are slightly raised at the end of the eyes, and the pupils seem to contain thousands of emotions, as if they are about to speak, but hesitant to speak.

Nalan Zhenyue was not surprised when she saw Jiu Hanyue. The July flute in her hand was placed on the stone table, which looked like a sacred object under the moonlight.

Jiu Hanyue's lips were a little dry, but she opened them slightly, but she said, "It's a nice... song..."

The Jiu Hanyue on this night is different from the usual Jiu Hanyue.

Nalan Zhenyue didn't speak, but looked at the emotions in Jiu Hanyue's eyes, as if she was digging something, looking for something, and kept deleting those emotions that she denied.

The people who watched her in the dark had withdrawn after the arrival of Jiu Hanyue.

The wind at night is a bit cool, and the branches and leaves of the banyan tree in front of the courtyard are rattling, flying with the wind, spinning and falling, like a dancing dancer, welcoming her withered and yellowed ending with graceful limbs.

"Can I touch it?" Jiu Hanyue asked again.

Nalan Zhenyue nodded slightly, and a complex meaning flashed in her eyes.

Jiu Hanyue stretched out her hand slowly, her five fingers were slender and delicate, like jade.

Although it was not easy to detect, Nalan Zhenyue still saw that the index finger trembled when it touched the July flute.

The body of the flute was cold but there was a touch of warmth, held in Jiu Hanyue's hand, to Nalan Zhenyue's surprise, there was a touch of crystal clearness in the corners of Jiu Hanyue's eyes.

This was a phenomenon that surprised Nalan Zhenyue, and it was beyond her expectations.

The Jiu Hanyue at this time is not at all the Jiu Hanyue I saw in the daytime, he seems to have two different personalities, and a sad mood lingers around him, like a calm shore being beaten by a huge wave, even is covered.

This kind of emotion made Nalan Zhenyue's eyes widen slightly.

The appearance of Jiu Hanyue at this time is like a sculpture that has been alone for a long time. Days and nights pass, even if passers-by stop, they will not be able to accompany them forever.

Time goes by bit by bit, like quicksand in an hourglass, no matter how hard you try to hold it, it will be lost from your fingertips.

I don't know whether it was Jiu Hanyue's emotions that infected her, or the exaggeration of that emotion when she played the flute, Nalan Zhenyue raised her head, feeling a dull pain in her heart.

I don't know where Mo Zifei is now, but she has already returned.

She has already returned to this land, why haven't you appeared yet, dearly?

This is something she doesn't want to think about.

Also, at the end of that day, she didn't ask Bailiqing about how it ended.