The trump card against the heavenly concubine

Chapter 567 [Gu Yao Confession] 07
Nansheng Guyao's figure is still so perfect, straight as the back of a Lanzhi tree, her whole body is very elegant, and that stunning red robe, that touch of red is still so magnificent.

He just stood under the flower tree, even the waves of light on the lake, the bright moonlight in the sky, and even all the light of everything in the world were taken away by him at this moment, and all the light became his foil , under his brilliance, dimmed.

Huang Yuezhen nodded slightly to Nansheng Guyao, and Nansheng Guyao stood against the light, and he also nodded tacitly, the tacit understanding between the two was very self-evident at this time They cooperated tacitly.

She gently picked up the jade flute, slowly approached her thin lips, and blew lightly, the melodious and melodious sound of the flute slowly floated into the air.

The sound of the flute is very beautiful, and each tune is very ethereal and wonderful, as if people can see the clear stream flowing slowly. There are slender willow trees on the bank of the stream, and the willow branches sway gently with the wind. Every move, Every swing seemed to soften my heart.

A string of beautiful and smooth notes poured out from her jade flute.

Qianqian fingers.

Soft as water and moving slowly, Huang Yuezhen's peerless face wore a faintly invisible smile, and that smile could fascinate many people.

There is a sense of beauty in the indifferent temperament, and there is a sound of silent charm in the beauty.

Nansheng Guyao, who stood like a cypress tree, slowly raised his sword in his hand, and began to dance with the melodious flute sound.

That red shadow was magnificent under the moonlight, and while the sword in his hand was dancing domineeringly, the petals on the flower tree fluttered down gently with his movements, constantly falling down from his side.

The sound of Huang Yuezhen's flute and Nansheng Guyao's sword quickly merged perfectly.

This is not only an auditory feast, but also a visual feast.

Flying all over the sky are the pink petals of flowers and trees, floating in the air with the sound of the flute.

Comfortable in the air, free,

dance...

circling...

wandering...

All of this is so beautiful...

so gorgeous…….Like a dream, like a song and like a painting...beautiful...

The melodious and beautiful sound of the flute slowly floated in the air, softening the moonlight a lot. Under the flower tree and in the sea of ​​petals, the dancing figure had the most perfect body in the world, and the dancing sword carried Powerful coercion and domineering.

The sound of the flute and the dancing sword are shocking and powerful.

Doudou and Susu stared at the two without blinking, both surprised and confused.

I saw that graceful red figure, so beautiful, and the dancing sword, like a rainbow, the dancing sword is sometimes gentle and sometimes sharp.

The sound of the flute suddenly became louder, and the sword in Nansheng Guyao's hand suddenly became violent. He turned around quickly, and the red robe on his body and the sword in his hand brought a gust of wind, spreading the petals in the air and dancing.

The sound of the flute lingered, and the sword light was like countless rays of light. The petals were flying, flying all over the sky, and all the pink petals were falling.

The petals carried the notes of the flute, slowly rotating and jumping, and the sword energy spun the petals, forming a large circle, and each circle was formed by the petals.

Under the shallow moonlight, Yiren is sitting by the lake, the lake is sparkling, her snow-white robe looks like a cold and proud snow lotus on the mountain, her long black hair is flying freely behind her, holding a jade flute in her hand, making each of the beautiful and ethereal flutes The sound floated in the air.

(End of this chapter)