After the writing department left Yinjun Mountain, he was supposed to go to the forbidden place to find him to meet with everyone in the Embers of Doom, but he was inducted, changed direction, and went straight to the water tribe......

As if he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, or maybe he felt guilty, he never believed that Ning'er would be taken away by the so-called demon lord, and with a short contact, he didn't think that the demon lord would hurt Ning'er.

But what the final answer would be, he had to find, and it seemed to be a force in the shadows, crying out in his ear......

"Aquarium, there is the answer you want......"

The Writing Department rushed to the Aquarium day and night, and along the way, there was not the slightest stagnation.

The sun is shining brightly, and the sun is in the sky, but in the territory of the water tribe, it looks lifeless and lifeless......

The Writing Section stepped in, wanting to go inside to investigate, but before he could make any move, he saw a little girl walking in front of him.

She looks like she is about seven or eight years old, her face is somewhat similar to Ning'er, she is wearing a sky blue dress, holding a flute in her hand, and a sea blue *** knot hairpin on her head, which is slightly playful.

The writing department raised twelve points of vigilance, whether it was what Shui Lao said before, or the breath he felt now, it all indicated that the water tribe had indeed suffered a disaster.

But now a mysterious little girl suddenly appeared, looking at her appearance, there was no sadness or fear, all this happened, it was really a little too weird.

Seeing that the little girl stopped and stared at herself curiously, the writing department was in a trance for a while, and he shook his head vigorously to try to keep himself awake.

Then she opened the text and looked at it, but saw that the flute in her hand turned out to be a very rare magic weapon, so she took the lead and said, "Who are you?"

Hearing this, the little girl seemed to be frightened, she retreated again and again, her face was a little pale, and she said timidly, "I...... My name is Phantom Flute, big brother...... Who are you?"

The little girl's innocence and cowardice seemed to have lowered the vigilance of the writing department a lot, and he put away his offensive and continued to ask, "Phantom flute...... Are you from the Aqua Tribe? Why are you here?"

"I ...... I'm not from the Water Tribe......" Phantom Flute said, with tears in her eyes and a little aggrieved, she continued, "I'm locked up here...... Woowoo woo ......"

"Do you know who is locked up here? Why are they locked up with you?"

"Yes...... It was my father who kept me here, and I was very obedient, but I still made my father angry......"

The little girl's words made the writing department even more confused, and he continued to ask, "What about ...... Who is your father?"

"Yes...... Is it ......" The little girl seemed to be trying to remember something, but after a long time she couldn't give an answer, she said aggrievedly, "I can't remember......"

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Ning Er's helpless eyes couldn't help but appear in the mind of the writing department, he didn't know where she was at this time, but he knew very well that she was suffering alone, and there was no one to help.

It seemed that the little girl in front of him had a face that was somewhat similar to Ning'er, which made the writing department completely let down his guard, he stepped forward, leaned over, stroked the little girl's head, and comforted in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, the bad guys here are gone, and you are already free......"

"Hmm. The little girl nodded very shyly, and then asked cautiously, "Big brother, are you ...... Can you take me away?"

Hearing this, the writing department was a little embarrassed for a while, after all, their own journey is extremely dangerous, and if they are not careful, they will die and die, and they will never recover, so how can they still have the energy and ability to take care of others.

But looking at the other party's tear-filled and pleading gaze, the text department's heart softened, and he could only plan to take her in temporarily, and then send her to the Demon Suppression Pass to be taken care of by Xue Fang.

Seeing the nod of the writing department, the little girl smiled happily and said happily: "Great, big brother, the phantom flute will be obedient, don't leave me in the future, okay?"

"Okay, but you have to keep up with me, don't get lost again. The Writing Section smiled, and with that, he stood up and continued to walk towards the interior of the Water Tribe.

"Big brother, I've looked for it, there's no one in this village, it's empty, it's terrible, let's get out of here......"

After listening to the little girl's words, the text department thought for a while, and then said with a smile: "Little Phantom Flute, don't be afraid, my brother will protect you." ”

Seeing that the Writing Section insisted on continuing to explore, the little girl did not continue to stop it, but just followed closely behind the Writing Section with a timid face.

After a while, to no avail, the little girl suddenly spoke: "Big brother, are you tired? ”

After hearing this, the writing department turned around and stroked her little head, and smiled: "Okay, the little phantom flute can also play the flute? ”

"Hee-hee, of course, my father taught me. ”

"Oh, I see!" said with a sudden realization, and then the conversation changed, "Tell you a secret quietly, in fact, my brother can also play the flute, why don't you lend the flute to my brother first, and let my brother play a song for you first, what do you think?"

"This ...... Hmm......" After listening to the words of the Writing Department, the little girl seemed a little unexpected, she hesitated for a while, and said angrily, "Don't!"

"Huh?" said the Writing Section in surprise, "Why?"

"Because...... You don't blow it well!"

"But I haven't blown it yet, how do you know I'm not good?"

"Look at you like this, you have a face that doesn't sound good to play the flute!"

"How is that possible! I was the little flute player in our village back then!"

"Phew, I just won't lend it to you anyway!"

"Well, aren't you going to continue acting? The writing section pouted and shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"What?" the phantom flute looked like he really didn't understand.

The writing department glanced at her disdainfully, and continued in a weird manner: "Ouch, big brother, can you take me away, I'm sorry, you old monster who has lived for more than five hundred years, what are you pretending to be tender." ”

After hearing this, Phantom Flute finally understood what was going on, it turned out that the guy in front of him recognized his true identity from the beginning, but he kept acting with him again, and he was annoyed and angry for a while!

"You're an old monster! Your whole family is an old monster!"

"Okay, okay, let's take a break, I didn't know about it, but I didn't expect that you guy would dare to report your real name when you came up, and I really thought that five hundred years had passed, and no one knew you. ”

Hearing this, the phantom flute was furious, and I have to say that the conjecture of the writing department is completely correct, she knows very well that her code name must have resounded in future generations, but she never imagined that her real name has been known......

But she didn't know that the guy she met today in the Writing Department had spied on a lot of secret history, but if she changed someone else, she probably fell into her trap.

Now that the two sides have had a showdown, Phantom Di simply no longer deliberately hides it.

But when I thought of my clumsy performance just now, like a clown jumping off the beam, I couldn't help but feel angry, and secretly said in my heart: I must not let this guy leave here alive today!

I saw her wave her hand, the flute magic weapon was horizontal to her chest, her eyes changed, and she began a music that confused her mind!

In the face of this kind of spiritual attack, it is impossible for the Writing Department to use the power of the remnant soul in the body to fight against it, after all, although the bloody hand predecessors can destroy the world when they raise their hands, but in this case, they can only be beaten and cried.

The scroll of words stretched horizontally, and the arrows of Dao energy appeared, swishing past, cutting through the air, and hitting the phantom flute.

But after all, the other party was a figure from five hundred years ago, how could she be defeated by such an attack, she didn't even dodge, and only relied on the sound waves of flutes to resolve the crisis.

Seeing this, the text department was not good in the dark way, and he had the idea of retreating, knowing that he was a little too big this time, he didn't expect the other party to be so strong, and if he continued to fight, he was afraid that he would be buried here.

But the phantom flute was repeatedly ruthless, and he didn't give him any chance to escape at all, and vowed to kill him here, so as to punish him and raise his own prestige!

In the face of the attacking Dao sound waves, the writing department hurriedly dodged, and was able to avoid it, coupled with the tone of the other party's direct attack on the divine sense, it was impossible to prevent it, and for a while he fell into a trance.

Although the writing department knew that it was not good, it had no way to dodge, and watched the phantom flute attack again, but the body did not listen to the call, so it could only be tied up and resigned to fate......

As the saying goes, destiny cannot be violated.

When it was really the fate of the text department, it was not supposed to be here, and at the last moment, there was an illusion in the eyes of the phantom flute, and a figure in a black robe appeared in front of it very abruptly, and the other party looked up and saw that there was only one vertical eye on his face!

Phantom Flute was taken aback, and he didn't know what kind of means the Writing Department had used to make him be counterattacked, but when he thought about it, it seemed to ...... Not an illusion!

For a moment, the phantom flute actually felt that the black-robed one-eyed person in front of him was real!

However, this feeling was fleeting, and as the other person's figure disappeared, she immediately lost consciousness and fainted to the ground, unconscious.

The writing department was saved, but he knew very well that the black-robed one-eyed man he saw just now was indeed real, because he had also seen it!

Although he didn't know what the other party wanted, he could clearly feel that he had no ill will towards him.

And at the time of crisis, defeating the phantom flute can be regarded as saving himself in disguise, so the text department faced the air, clenched his fists and said: "Thank you seniors for helping, I don't know if I can show up?"

After waiting for a long time, there was no answer, and the writing department stopped talking, silently thinking about what the other party was and why he would help......

At this time, the voice of the bloody hand senior suddenly sounded in his mind: "Remnant Maple boy, you come here, and another remnant soul has awakened......"