Flame Ghost Eye

Chapter 375 Purple Flute Palace Extinction (3)

"You mean the identity of Zhuiyun?"

Jun Wuyou smiled wryly, "Please also, Pavilion Master Hua, don't tell third brother her identity."

"Don't worry, this time it is indeed his willful action that caused such a result. If it wasn't for that girl who fought the battle in Mobei, and if I didn't know that it was Mr. Zhuiyun who went to save people, and the accident was indeed a dead girl, maybe I wouldn't have done it." Will link the two together, but..."

"It just happened, right?" Jun Wuyou looked haggard, "Do you know where she is now?"

"The people from Zhushen Pavilion took it away."

Zhushen Pavilion, a rising star who has risen rapidly in the Jianghu, has a terrifying power that makes people daunting. It is impossible for ordinary forces to resist, let alone Zhushen Pavilion has no traces all year round. It is even more difficult to find traces, let alone Jun Wuyou, even today's ones don't dare to confront the tough ones head-on.

At the same time, the person in the palace also received the news, and one could hear the flute sound coming from the Fenghua Palace from a distance, the sound sometimes rose and fell gradually, sometimes melodious and melodious, sometimes like gongs and drums, Sometimes it is extremely bleak, and it seems to be filled with the air of ice springs, suddenly it is like waves advancing layer by layer, sometimes it is like snowflakes flying in bursts, sometimes it is like a whirlwind in a canyon, rushing upwards, and sometimes it is like the Milky Way flowing quietly in the middle of the night...

And when you walk in, you can see a man in white clothes sitting in a wheelchair next to the long corridor. There is no jade flute in his hand, let alone a musical instrument. He just holds a small thing to his lips with both hands. But if you look carefully, you will find that it is actually just a small leaf.

The sound of the flute was actually made by this leaf, Su walked over with no expression on his face, and respectfully cupped his hands, "Your Highness..."

"How's it going?" The clear and cold voice didn't have any warmth at all, and after Jun Wufeng asked this sentence, he blew the leaves of his tree again.

"The cloud storm is dead."

"What?" This time, there was a little more emotion on his face, "What's going on? What happened to Haoduan?"

"I heard that Bei Mo was framed by someone, and the Third Prince beat him into the prostitute camp in anger, but an assassin invaded in the middle of the night, so he was injured and died, but..."

"But what?"

"I heard that her body was taken away by the people from Zhushen Pavilion."

Jun Wufeng smiled gently, like a spring breeze blowing, "It seems that Brother Huang can't wait any longer, but it's just that this girl has been implicated innocently." Looking up, he suddenly sighed, I'm afraid this day will really change, It seems that the days of peace and stability are not too long. The cold wind blows and the sound of the flute falls. This singing and reconciliation is actually a good show, but there may be more than one person watching the play.

"Su Wu, push me in!"

The next day, the whole Jianghu was once again a sensation, and it was full of excitement. One of the four sons of the Jianghu, the Zidi son, is known as one of the most mysterious four sons. In one night, the whole house was washed with blood, not a single one was left, and the Purple Flute Palace was turned into ruins. How could such a major event not cause a sensation. Now everyone in the world is in danger, and even the Purple Flute Palace can be wiped out. Wouldn't some of their small families be more worried about their own sect?

Maybe one day it will be my turn. In a restaurant, some people in the rivers and lakes are talking about this matter.

"Oh my god, the Purple Flute Palace has been wiped out, who is so powerful?"

(End of this chapter)