Xiao Jiange's face lost his blood in vain, and he became pale for a while, and his pale lips trembled slightly.

In his mind, the sky swirled and slowly condensed into a figure shrouded in black robes, the person stood in the void, surrounded by dark clouds, and a pair of scarlet eyes revealed from the darkness, like a god of death in the night.

"Boy, the slaughter has begun" The indifferent and ruthless words slowly spit out from the mouth of the figure, without the slightest emotion, but the short sentence made Xiao Jiange feel like he was in the ice kiln, making people feel chilled all over, and the figure that appeared was the ruthless hand of the soul hypnotic sky.

Next, as if a nightmare reappeared, Xiao Hongsheng, Xiao Moran, Tang Fengyun and others died at the hands of that person one by one, and they didn't blink their eyes, and Xiao Jiange once again experienced a parting of life and death in the fantasy world in his mind, as if it reappeared yesterday.

"Whew" Xiao Jiange woke up suddenly, gasping for breath, cold sweat on his forehead, and his face was pale.

Xiao Jiange glanced around, and found that everyone was like himself, caught in an illusion, cold sweat slowly came out of his forehead, frowning, even Zhu Wen and Nangong Song and Dance were no exception.

"It turns out that everyone is in the same deep illusion, and the sound of such a powerful flute can be imperceptibly and make people's hearts change with the tone. Xiao Jiange said to himself with palpitations.

The sound of the flute still hovers in my ears.

"Huh?" Qin Luoli, who played the music, couldn't help but sigh softly, a trace of surprise flowed in her beautiful eyes, she didn't expect someone to wake up so quickly.

"It's okay for Childe to rest assured, this is just the artistic conception created by the flute song, but Childe can feel it with confidence. An elegant voice sounded in Xiao Jiange's mind, Xiao Jiange looked at it in surprise, and the person who made his heart was Qin Luoli, who was sitting cross-legged in plain clothes.

Her eyes showed slightly, Xiao Jiange nodded slowly, relaxed her mind again, and savored the flute in her ears, but for a moment her mind was immersed in it again.

Qin Luoli couldn't help but feel a little interested in this person.

Judging from the fact that this person has snow-white hair at a young age, and he has woken up in the song of his own sorrow, it can be seen that this person must have experienced something sad.

What can be done in the world to make a person as young as snow?

Loss of a loved one, death of a parent?

Qin Luoli couldn't help but feel a little curious about Xiao Jiange, who was full of snow-white hair.

"Woo~" The flute sound is melodious, the tone changes again, and suddenly it becomes smooth again, from rapid to gentle, the connection is flawless, naturally, the tone change comes quietly, which shows the depth of Qin Luoli's sound power.

The gentle flute sound dispersed, which made the hearts of everyone in the audience ease again, and became peaceful again, and everyone's frowning brows slowly relaxed.

Along with the change, there is also the artistic conception that everyone has fallen into.

The calm tones come and go, and the music begins to become romantic and comfortable.

With the change of the flute sound, everyone's artistic conception seems to return to the scene with their beloved, outlining an ignorant picture.

Xiao Jiange's heart was also caught in it, and the warm pictures of getting along with Tang Fengqing came one after another, Xiao Jiange's heart was filled with warmth, and a warm smile quietly appeared on his face, like the warm sun after winter, blooming on the earth.

The sound of the flute warmed everyone's hearts.

In the fantasy of the sword man, she appeared in the village waiting silently.

Another swordsman illusion appeared in the junior sister who had cultivated with him.

"Stinky Taoist, fortune teller, help me calculate a hexagram, I'll see if it's accurate?"

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe was also reminded of some past events, thinking of the young woman who had been pestering him to tell fortunes when he was setting up a stall in Dongsai.

"Woo~" The flute suddenly rose high, and the compact blowing rose up, continuously, and called everyone back in an instant.

Everyone came back to their senses, only to hear the tight flute sound rising continuously, one after another, as if telling a grievance, the change of the big mistake is not guarded, if the previous change of tone is a quiet change, then this moment is an instant change.

"Huh" As the last flute fell, I heard a cry, and I saw an illusory figure condensed behind Qin Luoli, who was dressed in plain clothes, and it was actually an ice crystal phoenix, only to see it flutter out with a cry, bringing up a piece of color.

The ice-blue ice crystal phoenix hovered over everyone in the hall, whirling for several weeks and crying again, slowly dissipating.

The rich sons and scholars present were all amazed, clapping their hands, and looking excited.

Xiao Jiange's eyes condensed slightly, is this the Heaven and Earth Pregnant Spirit that Qin Luoli is rumored to have subdued? It is really unusual, even such a Heaven and Earth Pregnant Spirit can be subdued.

In Xiao Jiange's recent understanding, a heaven and earth pregnant spirit like this ice crystal phoenix can be described as extremely rare, and its power is also extraordinary.

"After the flute is finished, who understands me?" Qin Luoli's cold voice came, slowly retracting the flute, and slowly looked at everyone present with a look of expectation in her beautiful eyes.

Everyone came back to their senses, and it turned out that a flute song had been played, and most of them showed a look of aftertaste, and they were still not happy.

Xiao Jiange slowly came back to his senses, thinking about everything that had just happened, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Such a terrifying flute sound, it can be done by a single flute sound to intoxicate everyone psychedelicly, if the killer was not killed in the previous moment, how many people would survive?" Xiao Jiange couldn't help but think of an extremely terrifying place.

Qin Luoli is not only a cultivator of the Ruin Realm, but also has a heaven and earth pregnant spirit, and I am afraid that he is also a cultivator whose veins are comparable to the Divine Condensation Realm.

As Qin Luoli's words fell, everyone began to fall silent, savored the previous song, and began to deliberate the wording to try Qin Luoli's heart.

"Brother Xiao, don't you show much literary brilliance?" Zhu Wen looked at Xiao Jiange and smiled.

"What are you talking about, does Brother Xiao still want to show his literary brilliance, do you want to pretend for a woman?" Nangong Song and Dance immediately raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and glared at Zhu Wen, it seems that what Zhu Wen said before had a great impact on her.

Zhu Wen disagreed, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were playful.

"Don't be in a hurry, wait and see, as the saying goes, grab the first bird, and the first to stand up first generally ends up bleak. Xiao Jiange smiled, and at the same time, he began to figure out the previous song in his heart.

"A song of mourning, a song of sorrow, a song of the soul, remembering the deceased, a song of ruthlessness, and a heart of the world as clear as a mirror. A song fell into the heart of the glass, only hated to be born in the red dust. ”

Xiao Jiange remembered the poems that Qin Luoli had recited when he appeared before, and then remembered the artistic conception that appeared from beginning to end, and they suddenly overlapped with each other.

"Hmm, it seems that there is something missing, what if you empathize?" Xiao Jiange gradually had a little clue, and began to imagine exchanging identities with Qin Luoli, from the perspective of her identity, and began to figure out her psychology.

Xiao Jiange's eyes flickered, and his fingers slowly rubbed his robe on the stone table, "Red dust, red dust, red dust" Xiao Jiange murmured slowly.

"Yes" But for a moment, Xiao Jiange's eyes lit up, suddenly brightened, and he muttered, and then a smile slowly rippled at the corner of his mouth, his white hair fluttered, and Xiao Jiange's body slowly revealed a sense of confidence.

"Ha, Huang Yan, the third son of the Huang family in Xiadahetian, has an opinion on Miss Luoli's previous song here, and Miss Luoli is willing to hear it in detail. ”

Just as everyone was pondering, a sound broke the silence, and they saw a son in a gold-patterned white robe standing up with a folding fan in his hand, clasping his fists and slowly saying to Qin Luoli, who was sitting cross-legged in the round arch, dignified and polite, showing the demeanor of a son.

"Huang Yan, the third son of the Huang family!" As soon as he heard this name, the rich sons and scholars around him immediately looked at the man in surprise.

The Huang family can be regarded as a big family in Dahetian, and its third son is even more famous, does not participate in the family infighting, is dashing, and calls himself an Oiran killer, and looks down on ordinary Hongchen women, and only seeks the moving Oiran in his life.

"Childe, but it's okay to talk about it" Qin Luoli smiled slightly, and said softly, this smile didn't know how many amorous sons and elegant talents present were drunk.

Huang Yan's breathing was even more rapid, looking at Qin Luoli's cold temperament, like a white lotus, with his arrogant red lips and curvy posture, Huang Yan actually had a trace of evil thoughts.

"Ahem, cough, cough" Huang Yan coughed lightly a few times and stabilized his mind.

Miss Luoli's flute voice was faint, as if she was telling a stomach of sorrow and unwillingness. Huang Yan said slowly.

Everyone didn't laugh at it immediately, but felt that it made some sense, especially the last flute, which seemed to fall on everyone's hearts, and pulled their hearts and expressed a lot of hatred.

"Especially the last key of the flute song, it is impressive, as if it tells a full of hatred, yes, it is hate" Huang Yan closed the paper fan and nodded sonorously.

"Huh?" Xiao Jiange was slightly surprised, and couldn't help but nod in agreement, I didn't expect these rich sons to really have a little bit of eyes, and they really can't underestimate anyone, Xiao Jiange couldn't help but feel a little melancholy, it seems that it is really difficult to attract this Luoli girl, and the competitiveness is quite large.

Therefore, I guess that Miss Luoli's flute song is to tell the hatred of her involuntary body born in the red dust, and to express her unwilling to sink in the red dust. Huang Yan smiled faintly, feeling more and more that his opinion was very correct, and he couldn't help but look at Qin Luoli with anticipation.

As his words fell, the rich sons around him all agreed very much, they all had a long experience in the flower field, and they had a deep agreement with this, they had seen too many Hongchen women bleak ends, after all, this is a job bowl eating youth.

A rich boy suddenly had a little admiration for Huang Yan, and Huang Yan's few words reminded him of the emerald flowers in Yichun Courtyard at the beginning.

Suddenly, Huang Yan's brilliant insights made the scholars and talents around him anxious like ants on a hot pot, and they all secretly hated themselves for not thinking of this.

At the same time, everyone also looked at Qin Luoli, including Xiao Jiange, who wanted to see what she meant.

I saw Qin Luoli's slender eyelashes move slightly, and a trace of ripples appeared in her beautiful eyes, but I saw her shaking her head slightly.

"Huang Gongzi, what you said is indeed reasonable, but you still haven't fully understood the meaning of the little girl's song, but you have also solved the meaning of the song for three or four points. Qin Luoli spat out Fanglan and said slowly.

Hearing this, Xiao Jiange couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and actually gave himself a sense of urgency, as if he was afraid that his daughter would be abducted.

Xiao Jiange's expression and every move fell in Zhu Wen's eyes, and suddenly Zhu Wen looked at Xiao Jiange with deep meaning, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

"But what other son is willing to understand the meaning of the little girl's song?" Qin Luoli's voice sounded quietly again.

"Yes!" Zhu Wenyan suddenly shouted with a wicked smile, and his eyes changed from a playful look to a look full of trouble.