Chapter Seventy-Two: The Flute Phantom Tour

After crossing the Qinfang Bridge, Leng Zifu looked left and right, Ling Feng hurriedly hid behind a big rock, and Leng Zifu walked forward again and walked around into a stone forest.

"Senior sister, I have already done what you told me."

Ling Feng leaned out to look, and in the backlight, he could see the figures of two women, but Ling Feng couldn't see the appearance of the other woman clearly. He had to prick up his ears to listen, and to Ling Feng's surprise, it turned out to be Yun Qing's voice.

"So, how did Ling Feng react?" Yun Qing asked.

Leng Zifu lowered her voice and said, "Ling Feng's reaction was very strange, as if he was deliberately hiding something. Moreover, according to my observation, the feelings revealed in Ling Feng's eyes were definitely not as simple as family affection. It's a man's love for a woman......"

Yun Qing nodded and said, "In this case, this matter is too interesting." Ling Feng is Ling Ye's younger brother, can't he still have the idea that Ling Ye still has a private relationship between men and women? This is against the norm, and it is not tolerated! ā€

That's what I thought. If this happens, wouldn't Ling Ye and Ling Feng have a handle in our hands? ā€

Yun Qing was silent, and Qi Er asked, "Ling Shang, is there still no news of a hundred miles of dark night?" ā€

Leng Zifu shook her head and said, "The hundred miles of dark night seems to have evaporated from the world. Ling Shang's eyeliner searched every place in the Hurricane Continent, but there was no news of a hundred miles of dark night. Right now, Ling Sheng can't wait to dig three feet into the ground! ā€

"Not really." Yun Qing smiled, "We just have one more place that we forgot to find." ā€

"Where?" Leng Zifu couldn't wait to ask.

Yun Qing glanced at him and said, "Dragon Immortal Sect!" ā€

When the words landed, Ling Feng's heart jumped, his feet slipped, and several small broken stones rolled down, almost arousing the suspicions of Leng Zifu and Yun Qing. Ling Feng retracted his head, took a few deep breaths, and stabilized his mind.

Yun Qing raised his eyes and looked around, and said, "Let's start to go back quickly, it's not good for others to find out." ā€

Leng Zifu nodded in response, and then walked away with Yun Qing.

Ling Feng leaned on the rock, and saw that Yun Qing and the two were gone, so he slowly walked down from the rock, frowned, and without saying a word, he quickly jumped over the Qinfang Bridge and disappeared into the crystal clear snowflakes.

As soon as Ling Feng left on his front foot, Yun Qing and Leng Zifu looked at each other and smiled, and actually walked out from the other side.

"Senior sister's thoughtfulness is really unmatched." Leng Zifu praised.

Yun Qingwan smiled and said, "Your second brother risked his life to stage a bitter trick, but he is much more powerful than me!" ā€

"Since Senior Sister deliberately let Ling Feng listen, what is our plan next?" Leng Zifu asked.

Yun Qing raised his eyebrows, and said with a confident smile: "Force out a hundred miles of dark night!" ā€

The snow was clear and the clouds were light, the daylight was slightly cold, and the next day at dawn, bathed in the morning sun in the middle of the night, gradually woke up.

Ouyang Qing was carrying a tray into the house, and when he caught a glimpse of Ling Ye waking up, he immediately put down the tray and sat down next to Ling Ye quickly.

Ling Ye held his forehead, half-sat up, and said, "What's wrong with me?" ā€

"You competed with Senior Brother Xin Yi, and you consumed too much spiritual power, and you fainted for a while."

Ouyang Qing's smile is like the rising sun, which makes people feel warm.

Ling Ye lowered his eyelids, and suddenly found that his clothes had been faded, leaving only close-fitting dirty clothes, Ling Ye slapped Ouyang Qing without saying a word, and roared: "What did you do while I was unconscious?" ā€

"I—I didn't do anything......" Ouyang Qing was stunned, his face was burning painfully, and he said hesitantly.

Leng Zifu's voice came from the other side, and said, "I took off your clothes." It was covered with blood and had been washed. ā€

Ouyang Qing came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Don't you don't care?" ā€

"If you really did it, when I wake up and destroy your lower body, I naturally don't care!"

Ling Ye roared, only then did he notice that there were other people in the room, so he raised his eyes to look over, only to see Leng Xinyi hanging in the air, his hands and feet were wrapped with silver silk threads, forming a silver circle of light surrounding Leng Xinyi. And Leng Zifu was outside the aperture, her ten fingers wrapped around the silver thread, up and down, left and right, as if she was pulling a marionette.

"I'm fighting him? The result? Ling Ye asked with a frown.

Ouyang Qing hurriedly said: "You have broken the meridians of Senior Brother Xinyi's hands and feet, but fortunately, Zifu is here, and it is no big deal." ā€

Ling Ye'er was stunned for a moment, and gradually remembered the picture of that day in her mind, but she never remembered how she defeated Leng Xinyi. Because in her mind, she only remembered that every move and every style was Leng Xinyi who had the upper hand, and it was impossible for her to win!

"Senior Brother Xin Yi's skill cultivation is on par with me, you really can't remember, how did you win him?"

Ling Ye looked at Ouyang Qing and shook his head, and said, "I only remember that I used determination, so I can't remember anything." ā€

Ouyang Qing comforted Ling Ye to have a good rest, if Leng Xinyi woke up and wanted to find trouble with Ling Ye, Ouyang Qing was willing to block it for Ling Ye.

In this way, by the time night came, the disciples of the Dragon Immortal Sect had already fallen asleep, but Ling Ye suddenly opened his eyes.

In her snow eyes, the night was still as bright as day to her, so Ling Ye sat up, slowly got out of bed, got dressed, and followed a crisp and pleasant flute sound floating outside the house, Ling Ye glanced at Leng Xinyi, who was still lying on the couch, and Ouyang Qing, who was staying on one side and fell asleep, Ling Ye tiptoed open the door.

Outside the house, the night snow glowed with bleak moonlight, paving a silver path of light for the night.

The sound of the flute is still in the ears, just like the tinkling of the spring water of the mountain stream, which makes people can't help but be brought into the illusion by the sound of the flute, as if they are in the mountains and forests, listening to the murmuring of the stream, the singing of birds, the flowers and trees swaying with the wind, and the warm wind hitting people.

There was a smile on the corner of Ling Ye's mouth, but his eyes were dull, and driven by the sound of the flute, his body stiffened and walked towards the back kitchen.

There was silence and no one along the way, only the light of the moonlight reflected the shadow of the night, one person and one shadow, doubly lonely.

In the blink of an eye, the dining hall was close in front of Ling Ye's eyes. Ling Ye pushed open the dining hall and walked straight through the back kitchen.

At this time, the back kitchen was not as lively as the daytime, the carp in the big tank on the left hand had already rested, and the chickens and ducks and other poultry in the cage on the right hand had already closed their eyes, crowded together, and fell asleep sweetly.

As everyone knows, Ling Ye, with a bloodthirsty smile, was already standing under them, and the heavy shadow with the breath of death pressed heavily on their bodies. Ling Ye was so ruthless that the live birds in the cage fell into a pool of blood in the blink of an eye. Not even struggling, not moaning, not even having time to open your eyelids.

The melodious sound of the flute filled the night sky, Ling Ye turned around, walked to the big water tank, the jade hand flew on the water surface like a flower, a tank of water disappeared out of thin air, and a few big carp were left struggling in the empty tank, but Ling Ye was confused and slowly left, and returned to the room without caring about himself, lying down, and falling asleep calmly.

The sound of the flute also stopped.