The queen concubine please

Chapter 230 Seductive: That Silver-haired Man

Just thinking about this, a flute sounded behind him, clear in the woods, as if a little bit of thick fog had melted, and he walked towards the flute sound uncontrollably.

Floating and whirling, but also very beautiful.

The fog in front of her eyes gradually dissipated, she took a step forward, and gradually saw a green fire flickering strangely in front of her, but she didn't realize that the fog behind her gathered again.

Ling Feishuang looked at the green fire that was almost floating in the air, and frowned slightly, but couldn't control her footsteps, there was a red mark of flames flickering between her brows, and even her eyes gradually grew. .

The scene in front of me was a strange and beautiful painting. There was actually a peach tree in the woods in the dark night, and pink peach blossoms were falling one after another...

There was a man in white clothes under the tree. His hair was silvery white, and his whole body was almost covered in the mist, but he was holding a green flute, which was very short, and a strange piece of music floated out of it.

He lowered his eyes slightly and didn't look at Ling Feishuang. His hair was tied up in a high strand, but most of it fell on his chest, almost covering his face. Among the peach blossoms, the pink fell on the white.

He was sitting cross-legged under the peach tree, with a green lantern beside him.

The sound of the flute was melodious, but it felt intermittent. Ling Feishuang's red pupils and black pupils flashed alternately, and people were floating in a half-truth. In the ghost forest in the middle of the night, such a strange man was leaning against a peach blossom tree , is it a ghost?
However, she still couldn't stop her footsteps, and walked gently to his side, without bending over to look at him, she sat directly beside him, she looked at him, and he raised his eyes.

It was a somewhat weird face, as thick as an ink painting that could not be melted away, and it was as seductive as it was suffocating. If Situ Mo was an alluring evildoer, then he could only be described as seductive .

"Qingqing, one day, you will come back to my side, and together with me, you will own the world."

He opened his mouth softly, the flute never left his mouth, and the sound of the tune was faint.

Ling Feishuang blinked lightly, and there was only one voice in his mind, "Ming, Brother Ming..."

He sighed, and finally moved his lips, "It's been many years, you haven't called me that." When he reached out to touch her face, she didn't dodge, and was a little dazed.

(End of this chapter)