Mengfei Qiqi

44 - Together 10
Ye Qiqi looked at Mo Hanqing in a daze.

There was a trace of anger on his white cheeks like jade, those deep eyes just stared straight at him, the coldness emanating from his whole body was comparable to nine cold days.

but.

"Why??" Ye Qiqi asked a little puzzled.

Following her little question, her soft and gentle lips gently brushed against his palm, bringing a slightly itchy feeling.

Mo Hanqing deliberately ignored the strange feeling in his palm, and said with a cold face, "No reason."

Ye Qiqi blinked and looked at him in confusion.

Just when the two of them were in a stalemate, a melodious flute sound floated over.

Mo Hanqing's expression froze, and he quickly let go of the hand covering Ye Qiqi's mouth.

The melodious sound of the flute, like falling leaves in autumn, is slowly suspended in the air with a trace of indescribable desolation, sadness and melody.

Ye Qiqi was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, looked at Mo Hanqing and asked, "My lord, did you hear the sound of the flute?"

Mo Hanqing's sharp expression was surprised for a moment. He looked down at Ye Qiqi who was standing beside him, and asked in surprise, "Can you hear that?"

"Yes." Ye Qiqi nodded, her fair and pink face wrinkled slightly: "But the sound of the flute...is too ugly, it sounds like crying."

"..."

Mo Hanqing looked at her silently, but her heart was already full of shock.

He never thought that besides himself, there would be a second person to hear the sound of the flute.

That desolate flute sound always rang in his ears in the dead of night, like a ghost, entwined around him and couldn't go away. No matter how many times, he told the people around him, the flute sound came again. It rang, but the people around him always looked at him with confused faces.

He could tell from their expressions that they really didn't hear anything.

Night after night, the sad flute sounded non-stop when he was just about to fall asleep. The gloomy and mournful music often lasted for a whole night, making him restless and unable to fall asleep.

And he traveled thousands of miles to this Yueqing Mountain, nominally to learn martial arts from Master Ye Jue, but in fact, he wanted to ask, is there a voice that can only be heard by those who want to kill in martial arts in this world? .

"My lord, did you hear the flute again?" Leng Qi looked at his master with a nervous expression, he had already stretched his attention to the tightest, but besides the voices of the master and Miss Qiqi, there was nothing in his ears. He couldn't hear anything.

"En." Mo Hanqing's deep eyes flickered slightly, he looked down at Ye Qiqi, and suddenly asked, "Can you hear where the voice came from?"

"Hmm..." Ye Qiqi frowned, supported her chin with a small fleshy hand, tilted her head to distinguish carefully for a while, then pointed to the direction outside the room and said, "It should be from over there. "

Mo Hanqing looked back at the cold guards standing in the room with bewildered expressions, suddenly reached out and hugged Ye Qiqi into her arms, tapped her toes, and flew towards the direction of her finger: "Go!" !"

"Hey? Where are you going??" Before Ye Qiqi came back to his senses, she was already in his arms.

(End of this chapter)