"Corpse corpse transformation! Zombie mutation! The slave had no time to explain, and left in a hurry.

Looking at the dense crowd on the green slope, Mo Cang suddenly felt faintly uneasy. Based on the direction of the sky lantern with the handwriting on it, he could be sure that the white bait should be nearby at the moment.

Time is tight, there is no way to think about it, and there is no trace to find it in the crowd.

Under the vision of "white bait", there was a crowd of people, and everyone was looking for her thousands of times, but it was frequently fruitless.

The prisoners were shackled with their hands and feet, although the place where the lamps were lit was large, they could not run far, and all the exits were guarded by the wind people, and after the chaos, the soldiers guarding the prisoners came in groups to suppress the riots, so Qingpo, which was originally crowded with people, was even more crowded at this moment.

The screams and reprimands came and went, melted into the wind and snow, forming an extremely strange tune, which could not help but make people feel frightened and creepy.

Bai Bait's small body, like a thin petal, inlaid in the crowd, as far as the eye can see, the face is incognizable, she, looking at the eyes, but never found, the attention under his eyebrows.

"White Bait"

The wind moves the flower branches, and the dark fragrance is not smelled.

In the vast sea of people, she and him, like two boats running with their backs to each other, were scattered by the flow of people, and then went away separately, and there was no intersection, all the idiots went to it, just a parting that was destined not to meet.

"White Bait"

He is not reluctant, always searching, stopping and walking, looking back again, looking back in vain, looking back again, difficult to look back.

In the midst of the stuck, he frowned and made a plan. After pondering for a while, he stopped thinking about it, and pushed away the crowd and rushed to the high ground.

On the high ground, the flower branches are light, the frost and snow are loaded, the safflower is fine, the fragrance is extremely fragrant, the clouds are drifting, and the figures are becoming more and more scattered.

He took out the carefully treasured Qiang flute from his bosom, raised his fingers, and many echoes were clasped in his ears......

"Are you good at orchestrating?"

"The orchestra is not what I am best at, what I am best at is singing, I can make all kinds of tunes, from ancient times to the present, and I can ...... at my fingertips"

"What about you? You're usually good at ...... Or what are your preferences? ”

……

At present, there is a vast sea of people, and he plays everything, but he only waits for one person.

The sound of the flute on that snowy night, from the open heart, melodious and fluttering, lingering with infinite reverie and thoughts, slowly soaring.

He couldn't help but think: I still remember what I said that night, what about you?

……

"I, I can only pick up people's teeth, chant some ancient and modern words, occasionally play with the flute, and be a vassal and elegant."

"So very good, I am very willing to be elegant with you, next time, when you have a flute, you have to show your hand in front of my eyes, have fun with you, even if you sing every night until dawn, I am willing to accompany you to the end!"

"Now that I've experienced so many things, I really want to sing a song at this moment, and I can probably feel better if I play a lot of things on my mind."

All the waiting will not be disappointed, finally there is an echo!

In the distance, there was the sound of bells and drums from the Futu Palace, and in the distance, there was a stringy emergency pipe from Suzaku Street, and she heard it in the slightest wisp! She really heard it!

……

"If he has the opportunity one day, I will accompany you to play a song, and when the time comes, don't blame me for burning the piano and cooking the crane, ruining your singing."

"Don't worry, if you dare to play, I will dare to sing. I await the day you speak! ”

Looking back frequently, every moment, I will inadvertently fall into the memories of that night.

It's him? Is it really him?

The beautiful and elegant flute sound is there

Lingering in my ears, it seems that a freehand picture is laid out in front of my eyes.

In the midst of the loud voice, she tried her best to push away the crowd that was in the way, the sound of the flute was getting closer and closer, and the outline of the person playing it became clearer and clearer, and she stood at the bottom of the green slope, raising her eyes to look deeply, eager to confirm whether it was him.

I saw that his ragged clothes were still the same, the messy green silk was still the same, and his clear eyes were focused on the Qiang flute, without a trace of ripples.

It's him!

At that moment, the wind moved the flower branches, her eyes were like water, and she couldn't help but smile, only feeling the fragrance of flowers.

She knew that all the waiting really had an echo, and he remembered the words of that night!

There was a star flickering in his eyes, and a first-class cold stream poured out a melancholy calm, stirring up an indescribable surge......

"Jun is like the bright moon, I am like fog, and the fog is hidden with the moon."

In the face of chaos, the wind man finally pulled out the scimitar, who would have thought that in the midst of this hustle and bustle, there was a sudden tactful sound, and the scimitar just raised it above his head, and then subconsciously stopped...

The prisoner who had escaped and fell to the ground fell into the snow, and when he heard the sound, he couldn't help but raise his eyes, and his originally desperate eyes suddenly glowed with a little luster...

"I am good at stroking the piano, and I am good at dancing, and the end of the song is like a block."

I don't know when the wind will blow, and the plum blossoms on the green slope will slowly drift away like the sound of a flute.

The sleeper hiding in the grass blinked his long eyelashes carrying ice crystals, and couldn't help but look in the direction where the sound came...

"It's only because of the feeling that you look back, which makes me think about the dynasty and the twilight."

He stood on the green slope and played indulgently, and she hid in the crowd and sang softly.

When the wind rises, the eyes are facing each other, the flowers on the heart are blooming, and the delicate and light fragrance quietly spreads to the heart.

Things are not people, and he will not live up to this covenant in the end.

After a long journey of wind and snow, she finally lived up to the wait.

In the wind, he looked at her and smiled.

"The soul will never regret going with you, and the lovesickness will be bitter for you."

She once thought that meeting and having a long talk was the most beautiful opportunity in the world, but only now did she realize that it turned out that there was no need to say anything when meeting.

He once thought that reuniting with deep hugs was involuntary joy, and it was only now that he realized that it turned out that reunions didn't have to be deeply embraced.

Thousands of words, mountains and rivers are wide, and they are already in the song, which is about the same.

"Lovesickness, who should sue? I don't know where you are. ”

The music turns back to the intestines, rippling with a thousand ripples, and the melodious music is like crying, tactfully turning into the curve of the sea.

"Help the door to think about the king's order, climb high and look at the end of the world."

Gradually, everyone's panicked hearts seemed to settle down, and they followed the song to get closer, and the sharp weapon was retracted into its sheath, and the eyebrows and eyes were full of spring.

Soon, the white bait was surrounded by a crowd. Under the poignant moonlight, the petals were the same as her three thousand green silks, lifted by the wind, and where the lights were dim, butterflies flew in, and when she sang in a low voice, her smiling eyes stared at the beautiful light in surprise, and she gently raised her fingers.

To her amazement, the butterfly fluttered between her fingers!

Her heart was surging, and she couldn't help but smile, stepping on the soft snow, accompanied by the beautiful butterflies, dancing leisurely.

In the crowd, there was a white-haired old man with a twilight snow cane, and the scene in front of him reminded him of the scene in early spring on the bank of the Qinhuai River, his eyes were bright, and he couldn't help but burst into tears. "The snow is gone, the years are over, the family and the country are destroyed, the old people resign, and it will be too late to sigh! It's going to be too late! ”

The sound of the flute urged the east wind, and the song of the warbler flew down the flowers.

The picture of the passive man is attracted, more and more prisoners come over, the continuous flying snow opens the curtain of beauty, the vast sky lanterns fly, and the blue waves of the lake reflect the bright moon, all of which are transformed into wonderful embellishments in the picture

It has become a water pavilion with indulgence.

On it, Mo Shanggongzi is like jade, and beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

"White Bait, we finally meet! Three days, why is spring and autumn so long? "Through the falling flowers, the desert stares deeply, and the heart is obsessed.

Three thousand green silks, rising and falling in the wind, are like singing in a subdued and frustrated manner, staggered with endless elegance. She stretched out her hand to catch a petal and secretly rejoiced: "It's finally a reunion!" ”

The flute slowly fell, and she danced into the city, and everyone's eyes were already dull.

However, tonight's Dragon City is like a demonic beast that has been silent for a thousand years, and it has completely awakened from the moment the bell and drum suddenly rang.

When it was hungry, it sniffed the blood of the Red Cloud Palace; When it trembled, it touched the raging flames of the Prince Tower; When it is depressed, it also wants to listen to this amazing song and see this dance of the alluring city.

The yin wind howled, the snow was like a stormy wave, from the northwest of Julong City, all the way to burn and loot swept in, and within a time of an orchid around the fingers, the entire Qingpo Wai water could not be drained!

Dark clouds cover the top, and the moon falls into the abyss.

When everyone was still immersed in all kinds of afterthoughts, the Qingpo Rebellion had already alarmed the chief person in charge of the dead slave prison. In the distance, the commander of the 32nd Regiment under General Spaka, Po Xifeng, held a halberd in his hand, leading a group of wind men, and was rushing towards Qingpo angrily.

"Arrest all the prisoners and slaves who escaped from prison and made trouble tonight, and punish them severely!"

A long order tore through all the bleakness. Everyone woke up from their intoxication, Fengren immediately drew his knife and was ordered to arrest, Ling Ling's sword light, hideous face, caused the prisoners to be shocked, gasped for air, and then flew like snakes, rats, mosquitoes and flies, all running for their lives.

Standing in the midst of the rioting crowd, Bai Bait suddenly looked back, and couldn't help but meet the sharp eyes of the broken west wind, and his slightly settled heart was suddenly swallowed by the turbulent flood. I wanted to avoid such an accident in a hurry, but who knows, after being imprisoned by the dead slave, the broken west wind seemed to remember her appearance, just a glance, which caused him to hesitate for a long time.

"Catch the singing prisoner!"

Hearing the sound, his heart was like a fierce wave hitting a stone, and in the afterglow, his eyes were projected like sharp arrows, and Bai Bait suddenly felt that all the spearheads were pointing at him at this moment.

Just when he was confused, the cold palms suddenly had a warm temperature.

"Come with me!"

Looking back, Bai Bait followed Li Yu without a sea of people, and successfully avoided the sight of breaking the lock of the west wind.

For some reason, it was obviously the moment of fighting for her life, but her mind was at a loss, with no countermeasures, no panic, and no concerns.

Originally, since Qin Huai's changes, there has not been a day when she is not worried about it, these days, her mind is getting heavier and heavier, and the city government is getting deeper and deeper, even pressing her out of breath.

However, at the moment when the five fingers interlocked with him, she really felt so relaxed, as if she had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and the moment she looked back, she saw all the clouds and mist dissipating little by little, and the bright moon in the sky, illuminating the boundless darkness and her exquisite heart that had nowhere to put it.

"Catch the Singer"

The sound of death in his ears tightened, and Mo Cang clenched her hand tighter and tighter, he was afraid that her hand would quietly leave his palm at a certain moment, he was afraid that she would be drowned in a sea of people, he was afraid that he would be fruitless from now on, he was afraid that he would be separated as soon as he met again, and he didn't want to let go.

In front of everyone's eyes, he is just Li Yu!

Along the winding green slope, the two fled all the way. I thought that I could cover up my tracks by breaking into the depths of the trees, but after walking for a while, a high palace wall covered with moss completely blocked their way.

This time, they were completely exhausted!