Qin Luo World: Concubine Yu, Don't Play Ambiguous

Chapter 677 Love in the past life, love in this life 5
But Li Luo has gone far away.

betray?A hint of sadness flashed across the corner of Li Luo's mouth, he had already undressed and lay down, gently hugging Qin'er, gently hugging...

The next day, the sky was clear.

"Qin'er, come back when you've had enough fun, you know?" Qin Liuxin carefully arranged Qin'er's clothes, even though it's only been a month, she was very reluctant to let go.

"Mother, Qin'er knows." Yi Qin looked at Li Luo, and the smile on the corner of her mouth melted.

Waking up in the morning, Li Luo told her that he would take her on a tour of mountains and rivers for a period of one month, in order to relieve her from the anguish of being in the palace.

It's just too pleasing to her liking!

Murong Jue's eyes sank, he took a deep look at Li Luo, then walked up to the little thing, hooked her nose and said, "Little thing, come back early, I will miss you."

Yiqin shrugged, Murongjue didn't know how to be subtle when speaking, and looked up to see Li Luo's expression, it's okay, it's okay.

"What I promised you, I will do it." Murong Jue suddenly shifted his gaze upwards, met Li Luo's black eyes, and said, "I hope you really have a sense of proportion!"

Li Luo nodded silently, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two of them drove Fengfeng up into the sky, with Shi Xiu hotly chasing beside them.

Since Li Luo and Qin'er left that day, there has been a legend circulating in Xuanjie:
There is a pair of immortals in the sky, and they often play piano and flute together.

That pair of Bi people, the man in white clothes and the woman in purple, are the most beautiful men and women in the world, but they can't compare to their fairy looks.

It is often played unexpectedly in a certain forest and wilderness in Xuanjie.

The sound of the qin and flute, everyone is moved by it, amazed by it, and maddened by it.

Accompanied by the beautiful voice of a woman like a nightingale, sweet laughter echoes from everywhere in Dazzling World.

Accompanied by the man's hearty singing voice, the tender call like water often lingers in the high sky, above the wilderness, on the top of the mountain, and within the banks of the stream.

Occasionally, when people see it, they all think that it is an immortal from the sky roaming the prosperous world.

(End of this chapter)