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Mengxi also stopped when he looked at such a beautiful scenery, and leisurely looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him. Such a beautiful scenery is also rare, and Mengxi took out a flute from the rose bracelet and slowly blew it.

It was a gift from her father on her third birthday. She loves it very much, and usually takes it out to look at it, but rarely blows it.

Today, I was attracted by this beautiful scenery, and I thought about blowing the flute and the scenery. In her previous life, the only instrument she knew was the melodica, and she had never touched other instruments. It's not that she doesn't want to be touched, but she really doesn't have that leisure and elegance.

In this life, because my father loves, I often play the piano and with my mother, and when I have time, I will catch Mengxi and teach her to blow the flute. Under his guidance, Mengxi has also learned some ways to some extent.

A tactful song containing longing and affection came out of the flute. At this time, everyone in the Phantom Dao Tower inexplicably heard the sound of the flute and couldn't help but stop.

Mengxi was immersed in the, and the aura around her surrounded her little by little with the sound of her flute, as if she wanted to play with her.

When Mengxi finished the song and put the flute into the space, she was surprised to find that her spiritual power had increased slightly. Soon she calmed down, straightened her windswept hair, and walked on.

When approaching the pond, the pond's originally calm water suddenly churned. Although the pond is not large, the churning water is very powerful, and it washes out the surrounding open space in a big hole.

The menacing water, as if it had eyes, moved towards Dream Creek. No matter how fast Mengxi reacted, no matter how fast he was, he was still splashed wet by the pool of water. If she had been slower, she would have gotten wet.

While running, Mengxi vigilantly observed the dynamics of the pool. After a while, Mengxi was tired and out of breath, and couldn't help but scold in her heart.

It's normal to be chased by people and animals, but what is it like to be chased by this pool of water? Although I was dissatisfied, I didn't dare to slow down at all.

After dodging the attack of the pond water again, Mengxi found an opportunity to run high. When she was halfway through the run, she looked back and saw a bright light flickering on the other side of the pool. She thought about getting rid of the pool, and she didn't care about the light.

She had been running for a long time, and both legs were almost useless, and she was really tired. She crouched down and gasped for breath, balancing herself with her wand on the ground.

This is the pond water began to change again, slowly gathering together, forming a fierce spirit beast appearance. This spirit beast quickly rushed towards Mengxi, who was already tired and almost fell to the ground at this time, and really couldn't run anymore, so he had to raise his spirit staff to resist.

She used her last strength, and one by one she sent spiritual spells towards the spirit beasts that the pool of water had transformed. The spiritual magic passed directly through the pool water, and suddenly hit the light behind the pool.

The light was extinguished by a spiritual spell of Mengxi, and the pool water, which had just been dancing with its teeth and claws, was completely quiet at this time, which made Mengxi breathe a long sigh of relief. Apparently she had been chased by the water, but fortunately she had pressed it down.

The water in the pond had calmed down, and Dream Creek boldly circled the pond to the previous light. In that light, Mengxi finally found the next staircase, sat cross-legged and breathed down, relieving his fatigue.

She had noticed this place a long time ago, no matter how the pool water stirred just now, this place was a relic and independent, and not a drop of water caught a cold in this place.