The Presidential Suite on the top floor of Wujiang Restaurant.

Yun Feng came here directly under the guidance of Ni'er, and retreated from the convenience, only saying that his master wanted to see him.

Although he was deceived, Yun Feng had the idea that what he had come would be safe, and decided to see him. After all, my courage has always been good, and maybe there will be something to gain!

The people in the room seemed to have known about Yun Feng's arrival, and when he was about to push the door in, a sound of a guzheng suddenly sounded.

Ding ding dong dong, like a mountain spring singing, very pleasant.

Yun Feng's figure froze slightly, and the hand that had already reached out to the door stopped in mid-air.

This sound, this song, how can there be a sense of déjà vu?

Yes, that kind of very distant, very confused sense of acquaintance, as if I had heard it in a vague dream.

The melody naturally took a turn at this point, from the cheerfulness of the moment to a solemn desolation. It's just that the sense of acquaintance given to Yun Feng is getting clearer and clearer.

Almost instinctively, Yun Feng reached out and pulled away from the door and slowly walked into the room.

A figure in a long skirt was sitting quietly in front of a guzheng and plucking the strings, as if she had been intoxicated.

Familiar person, Long Muran.

It's just that this song has a kind of desolation that shouldn't belong to her age, and there is a faint entanglement of the cut and mess of life and life.

Yun Feng stood three meters in front of Long Muran, his gaze falling on a Qiang flute.

It seems to be an ordinary Qiang flute, but it contains a sense of simplicity precipitated by the years, and there is a strange sense of familiarity.

In the tune that went around and around, Yun Feng's hand was so naturally on the Qiang flute.

There was a slight shock all over his body, and there seemed to be fragments of broken memories in his mind that were quickly striking.

A moment later, in the faint guzheng tune, a calm Qiang flute sounded like a whimper, like a cry.

Long Muran moved slightly at the moment when the flute sounded, and the guzheng tune froze slightly, but it was only a matter of moments.

Yun Feng played the Qiang flute, and even he couldn't tell when he had learned to play this thing, and he never knew that there was such a song in his memory.

Everything seems to go naturally, but it is so logical.

With the company of this Qiang flute, the originally lonely guzheng song has a little more reverberation, as if a person who has been lonely for a long time suddenly met the other half who is dependent on each other.

It's just that after a while, the tune of the Qiang flute suddenly changed, and the original whimpering suddenly became comfortable.

The tune of the guzheng changed accordingly, as if it was trying to catch up with the sound of the Qiang flute.

Ten miles long pavilion, fold willows to say goodbye. Thousands of miles of battlefield are galloping, and I am looking forward to the rest of my life!

Yun Feng's body began to tremble slightly, and his angular face quietly climbed with a touch of coldness.

Long Muran's eyebrows were furrowed, the blood on her pretty face was slowly disappearing, and the whole person seemed to tremble slightly because of excitement.

The sound of the Qiang flute suddenly took a sharp turn, as if a hundred generals had entered the encirclement, and a shout broke the enemy's courage!

Guzheng is still persistently chasing after the Qiang flute, like an unrelenting woman, looking forward to Lang Jun, who is thousands of miles away, returning to his hometown as soon as possible.

However, people have affection, but the guzheng is not in tune.

After a soft sound, a string broke in response.

The sound of the Qiang flute is still rising, becoming more and more chilling, and the corpses in the song are mountains and blood, and the bones are forested.

Yun Feng's whole body was unconsciously wrapped in an extremely depressed murderous aura, and his face became more and more resolute.

Ni'er, who had been guarding the door, was attacked by this murderous aura, and kept retreating, until there was no way to retreat, and after all, she couldn't hold on, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Long Muran gritted his teeth and persevered, his pale cheeks were full of beads of sweat, and although the strings were broken, the guzheng tune was still persistently following the Qiang flute, unswervingly!

The Qiang flute in Yun Feng's hand suddenly let out a sharp whistle and came to an abrupt end.

After a "bang", all the strings of the guzheng were broken, and Long Muran's body shook a few times, but he endured it and did not fall.

Yun Feng stood there quietly looking at the person in front of him, his eyes were deep and his expression was complicated, and he asked in a daze for a long time: "You, but you are the person in the song?"

Long Muran smiled sadly and didn't make a sound. It's just that his expression is full of desolation, and there is a great meaning that is difficult to explain.

"I'm not feeling well today and can't chat with you, so please take a please! If you have time in the future, you can come and sit down! I will be here for the next ten days!"

After finishing speaking, Long Muran struggled to get up and slowly walked towards the bedroom.

"If you can trust it, you can try this, maybe it will be good for your body!" Yun Feng took out a bottle of second-grade Guyuan Pill, hesitated for a moment, and stepped forward to hand it over.

"Second-grade Guyuan Dan, you can easily give me such a precious pill with such a one-sided relationship, and you are still as generous as ever!"

Long Muran smiled faintly and reached out to take it.

Yun Feng himself couldn't figure it out, why he didn't hesitate to give this girl this elixir that had taken a lot of effort to refine, could it be that he was really greedy for someone's body?

"If you're afraid that I'll suffer, then simply give me this Qiang flute!" Yun Feng, who had recovered from the dull melody atmosphere of Fang Cai, slowly entered a state of not paying for his life.

Long Muran was obviously still in the song, and only said gloomily: "Since you like it, then take it away, it's also your thing anyway......"

When the words fell, Long Muran had already returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

Yun Feng stood quietly for a moment, then turned to leave.

At the moment when he heard Yun Feng close the door, Long Muran, who was leaning against the door with his heart in his mouth, left two lines of tears in his wonderful eyes, and his expression was pitiful.

"Huh, are you injured?" As soon as he went out, Yun Feng saw Ni'er who was sitting on the ground struggling to get ready.

There was still blood on the corner of Ni'er's mouth, and when she heard Yun Feng ask, she couldn't help but glare at him.

This stinky man, who was at peace with my young lady Qin Se there, but who didn't care about the lives of others, now ran over to me with a surprised face and asked me why I was injured?

How did Yun Feng know that Ni'er had thought so much? Seeing that her injuries were not light, he immediately picked her up, put her on the sofa in the presidential suite with a scream, left two pills and left.

"Miss, this guy is definitely not the person you are looking for! This is a disciple! You must not be deceived by him!"

Ni'er complained indignantly, her eyes fell on the two pills, and she grabbed them and was about to throw them away.

"You take the medicine!" Long Muran's voice suddenly came, making Ni'er shake all over.

"Miss, this guy's origin is unknown, Ni'er can't use his medicine casually, in case it ......"

"Accept it, he won't harm us! Because he's the one I'm looking for......"