Beauty's personal servant

"Woo -" the sound of the flute still kept. It seemed that there was a magical force that penetrated the obstacles of the wall and passed into Chen Feng's ears without any barrier.

In the low sound of the flute, Chen Feng felt that there was a power that captured people's soul and was slowly affecting his mind. A sense of tranquility and ease made his mind particularly comfortable.

"The flute has the function of soothing the mind. It seems that it must be not simple." Chen Feng looked for his voice and walked slowly.

"Woo -" the sound of the flute is getting louder and louder. It seems that the source of the flute is very close.

On the third floor, Chen Feng saw the door of a bedroom open, and the bursts of flute came from here.

"It must be inside." Chen Feng thought in his heart and walked over gently.

This is a room with very simple decoration. It is still the style of the downstairs hall, and there are still some mysteries of the array.

A slim figure, facing the window, is playing a pipe of Dongxiao selflessly. With his back to the door, Chen Feng can't see the girl's appearance and the pipe between her mouth.

Chen Feng was surprised. He found that in the low sound of the flute, the girl's back had a trace of holy breath, which made him have an impulse to worship involuntarily.

Involuntarily, Chen Feng walked slowly into the room. He wanted to see why the girl was sacred and why she felt this way.

The girl seemed to play very selfless. She didn't find Chen Feng close. She still sat in front of the window and played low.

Gently approaching, Chen Feng is about to come to the girl. As long as he takes two more steps, he can see the girl's side face. However, Chen Feng's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He couldn't bear to disturb the girl and destroy the sound of the flute. Chen Feng just stood not far behind the girl and listened quietly to the soul stirring sound of the flute.

At this moment, Chen Feng seems to have forgotten time and space. In his eyes, there is only the melodious sound of the flute and the moving figure of the flute girl.

"Woo -" the last sound of Xiao stopped suddenly, the mysterious artistic conception suddenly broke and dispersed, and Chen Feng's consciousness suddenly woke up.

"Well, I didn't expect that even my ten thousand year Taoist heart was unconsciously affected by the sound of the flute." Chen Feng woke up with a start. What a state of Wannian Taoist heart, he was even lost in the sound of the flute.

The woman slowly put down her Dongxiao and stroked it gently, as if she were stroking her beloved as gently and seriously. From beginning to end, she didn't find Chen Feng standing behind her.

"Is he just a mortal?" Chen Feng had some doubts in his heart. He didn't hide his breath. Even a martial artist could detect his existence, but the woman didn't notice it. It can only show that the woman is a secular person without any induction.

"Cough." Chen Feng coughed gently.

"Ah!" The woman stood up at once, like a kitten trampled on its tail, jumped back, jumped to the bed and looked at Chen Feng with vigilance.

"It's you!" Chen Feng and the woman shouted at the same time: "Why are you here!"

It turned out that Chen Feng had seen this woman. It was Xiao Lin who was robbed of her bag that day. That day, Chen Feng happened to be looking for a rental house, but he met boss Sha and robbed Xiao Lin's satchel. He stopped boss Sha and took back her satchel.

"What a coincidence. So you are the granddaughter of master Xiao. " Chen Feng smiled at Xiao Lin, who was still a little wary, "I didn't expect to see you here again." Speaking, I don't know if it's an angle problem. Chen Feng's eyes fell on the huge protrusion in front of Xiao Lin's chest intentionally or unintentionally.

At home, Xiao Lin wore a low cut tank top, and her beautiful figure exuded fatal temptation. Especially in the huge chest, the deep gully vaguely squeezed the shackles of the collar and exposed to the air.

Feeling Chen Feng's eyes, Xiao Lin seemed to think of something. Her hands crossed slowly to cover the position in front of her chest. She asked shyly, "you... How did you get here?" However, seeing Chen Feng's eyes staring at the place behind her hands, Xiao Lin's face became more red. She said angrily, "where are you looking!"

Chen Feng ignored it. His eyes were still staring at Xiao Lin's chest. There seemed to be a violent flame in his eyes.

Xiao Lin looked at Chen Feng's eyes and tried her best to protect her chest with both hands. The two protrusions were also squeezed and deformed, with a tremor, which could not be said to be tempting.

"Don't look!" Xiao Lin's face was a little unnatural, and her feet moved slowly to the other side of the bed.

"Sure enough, it is!" Chen Feng's eyes suddenly burst out. He smiled and grabbed the place protected by Xiao Lin's hands.

"No, hooligan!" Xiao Lin was frightened by Chen Feng's sudden rude behavior. Her hands held in front of her chest tightened again. It seemed that she was too hard. The protrusion in front of her chest was completely flattened. The two groups of white and tender semicircles were squeezed out to the low neckline, beating in the air like a naughty child.

Xiao Lin was desperate. Unexpectedly, this man would be such a shameless man.

However, just as Xiao Lin was going to cry out for help, she consciously loosened her hand, as if something had been taken away by the other party. And his beauty was not attacked by the wolf's claws.

"Huh?" Xiao Lin opened her eyes in some doubt and looked at the man in front of her. The man was holding his Dongxiao and his eyes were full of surprise.

"Isn't my charm comparable to this Xiao?" I don't know why, Xiao Lin had some slight loss at this time.

"Hahaha, it's really it, it's really it." Chen Feng looked at the ancient flute, and bursts of happy low voices kept coming out of his mouth.

"Hey, big coyote, return my Xiao!" Xiao Lin's hands were still protecting her chest, and her face was red.

However, Chen Feng was as if he hadn't heard of it. He still held the Dongxiao tightly and looked at it carefully.

"Ha ha, it's been five thousand years. I didn't expect this Xiao to appear here." Chen Feng was crazy, and a deep memory jumped into his heart.

"You're a strange man. You're talking nonsense. What 5000 years! That's my flute. Give it back to me. " Xiao Lin's voice grew louder and said angrily.

Chen Feng suddenly smiled at Xiao Lin and said with an unfathomable look on his face, "Miss Xiao, let me play the flute for you."

PS: on the list of new books, Xiao Huang knelt down and begged you to throw some flowers, collect them, and thank you again.

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[recommend Tonghao's work the age of iron sword: the hardest iron, the best sword and the hottest blood.]