"Does this flute have a consciousness of its own?!Can you show me?"

Feng Qingwu looked at this lilac flute in surprise, with an amethyst inlaid on its head as a decoration, and the flute was not smooth and delicate all over the body, but engraved with a faint pattern. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hibiscus flowers, one after the other, have different moods. It's really good-looking.

At the end of the flute, there was nothing, only a small jade pendant, on which was written this line of words: 'A thousand years of infatuation, only Yuanjun's glance back.'

A hundred years of waiting, just for you to look back at in the future. ’

In just two lines, the love **** ~ love in the world is written.

That's right, we don't know who fell in love with him or her in the eyes of the starback, sinking into the rolling red dust.

Whether it is stupidity, or resentment, or hatred, or sadness, how many people can escape?

No matter what you do, it's all in exchange for a look back from him or her, and you don't ask for much, just want your glance back and that's it.

Feng Qingwu looked at these two lines of words puzzled, and said, "Jinxi, why are you writing these two lines?!"

Meng Jinxi said: "The love **** ~ love in the world, the red dust is rolling, even if it is a god or an immortal, there is no world that can be completely separated, how can we get out of it?"

When I saw Zi Mo, I just sank into his retrospective glance.

And then, didn't everything I did just to get a look back from him?!"

Feng Qingwu looked at the faint happiness on Meng Jinxi's face, as well as the sweetness in her eyes that could drown people, Zi Mo was an immortal, she had also heard of it, one of the disciples of the first head of the Immortal Cultivation Sect.

He is cold, pure-hearted, and has few desires, as if he is a person who lives in the silence of the three purities, and no matter how he is, he can't pull him together with the world.

However, the woman in front of her did it, and pulled the indifferent immortal into the red dust.

I have to say, she is really not simple.

Meng Jinxi slowly put away the flute in his hand, then looked in the direction of Dongfang Yichen and said, "Qingwu, do you like Brother Chen?!"

Feng Qingwu listened, a little shy, but still nodded.

She liked the man, loved it, and didn't know why. Perhaps, as Meng Jinxi said, she also sank into his cold eyes.

Meng Jinxi said: "Brother Chen is very fragile, he lost his mother since he was a child, he was calculated, at the beginning, Momo helped him, but then I don't know why, he became a demon lord."

People can't help but feel a little regretful.

Originally, he could fly immortals, but because of a trivial matter, he fell into the devil's way.

Then with a sword, stepping on the blood, step by step, he walked to the position of the current demon lord, and he is also the head of the current demons.

After all, it's hard to get cold in the heights, and I hope he can find his own happiness.

Instead of blindly focusing on me. ”

Feng Qingwu was slightly surprised when she heard this, looked at Meng Jinxi, and said, "What are you telling me this for?!"

Meng Jinxi looked at Feng Qingge, and said with firmness in her eyes: "I don't want Brother Chen's eyes to stay on me alone, I also want her to be happy, nothing else."

Also, Qingwu, if you like him, pursue it, don't wait until you lose it and regret it, because it will be your lifelong regret..."

Feng Qingwu seemed to understand a little, but she still nodded and said, "I know." ”

Meng Jinxi looked at Feng Qingge, did she really understand?!(To be continued.) )