The sound of the Emperor's flute continued, and countless transparent flowers floated out of his jade flute, flying in circles towards the courtyard to subdue those strange resentful spirits......

His face was faintly pale, and it was obvious that playing this song had also consumed a great deal of his mental energy.

Luo Qingyu looked at him silently for two seconds, then turned his eyes and rose into the air.

The evil aura in the air was still extremely heavy, and the air seemed to be stagnant, and people couldn't breathe.

As Luo Qingyu flew upward, she felt extremely heavy, as if there were countless hands in the air pulling her to prevent her from rising.

Finally, she also rose to the same height as him, and Emperor Shiyin glanced at her: "What are you doing here?" Let's go, get out of here! ”

The voice was indifferent and cold, but it didn't seem to come out of the mouth, but in ventriloquism.

While speaking, the sound of the flute continued-

Luo Qingyu ignored him as well, and suddenly made a move, and a colorful light passed towards the courtyard as if he was alive......

The colorful light carried a vast righteousness, and along with the sound of the flute, the whole compound trembled as if it were alive, and the noisy screams that almost made people have a headache were a little quieter......

The sound of flutes and colored lights cooperated with each other, constantly circling and flying over the black compound.

After about a stick of incense, the chaotic black gas above the compound gradually dissipated, and the sound of ghosts crying became smaller and smaller, and finally it was inaudible.

The light in Emperor Shayin's eyes flashed slightly, as if he didn't expect the girl in front of him to have such a deep mind-

He didn't say anything to Luo Qingyu again, his fingers flicked, and countless blood beads came out of his fingertips, dripping and spinning in the air, forming countless golden charms floating towards the courtyard-

The compound finally regained its former calm, standing in the wind and rain, like a sleeping monster.

"Let's go!" Emperor Shiyin opened his mouth and said two more words, and then turned around.

His voice was cold, and so was his person, and in the emptiness, only the white clothes walked forward like the wind.

Luo Qingyu's blood that was about to boil seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water on his head again, and he fell cold and silent.

He didn't recover his memory!

Otherwise, I wouldn't be so cold to her!

Treat her like a stranger—

Since he didn't recover his memory, why did he run to save himself?

Was it a chance encounter? Or—

There seemed to be a fire burning in her heart, and she wanted to rush forward and slap him awake!

I wanted to kick him over, and I wanted to throw myself into his arms and hug his waist and cry earth-shattering...... And then beat him up—

The complex feeling was too strong to describe in any words, and she stood there and forgot how to react for a moment.

As if sensing Luo Qingyu's stunned expression behind him, Emperor Shiyin paused as if he were in a hurry: "What are you doing in a daze?" Come on! ”

The voice was still cold and indifferent, high up, and he didn't even look back, which made people hate it.

His aura was too powerful, and wherever he passed, those resentful spirits floating in the air avoided him, not daring to block his steps—