The stream of water flows...

Ran Xuexiao smiled all the way, followed it, and came to a damp hole.

There was a pool of water in the dark cave, and the silver snake slid to the shore of the lake, and slapped the pool of water with its snake tail, and the golden snake eyes looked at her.

"Jumping from here, is it the exit?" Ran Xue smiled slightly, stepped forward, and looked at the pools of water.

"Hiss-" The silver snake nodded up and down with its bow head.

"Be good, lead me to the way, next time we can meet again, and bring you delicious food." Ran Xuexiao couldn't wait to leave here. Although the guy in front of her, who was looking at the lake and was incomparably stinky, would not hurt her, she still didn't want to stay here, and she always felt unsteady panic.

"Shhh Ran Xue raised her eyebrows with a smile and jumped down, and after a burst of water waves, there was no sound above.

The morning light is faint, and the frost is even more silent.

The terrible breeze blew, raising the dead leaves on the ground, sending a strange cold, and suddenly, from the lotus pond came a fluttering sound of the harp. The closer you get to the lotus pond, the clearer the sound of the piano will be. The quiet and empty sound of the piano made the early birds on the branches of the trees gradually become intoxicated.

"Zheng-" Another crisp sound of the piano sounded, like countless sound blades shooting out from the sound of the piano, shrouding this pure land.

The stone floor was covered with a soft thick blanket, and the phoenix was dressed in a red robe, sitting on the ground, with a lazy smile on his gorgeous and charming face, and his narrow phoenix eyes were shining very brightly, with an evil demonic bewitchment.

His slender fingers plucked the strings slightly, like spring water hitting jade, and like Xia Chan crying, whimpering and shaking people's heartstrings.

With the sound of the piano, a quiet residual lotus in the lotus pond stirred up tiny ripples of water, a silver snake floated from the bottom of the pool, the pool water rippled, it writhed the snake body, through the poignant residual lotus, towards the phoenix evil swimming.

On the branches, birds intoxicated by the sound of the piano suddenly fluttered and flocks flocked.

"Tear—" The silver snake swam along the shore of the pool, hissing and spitting its core, meekly entrenched at his feet, poor Barra raised the bow of the snake's head, and the bewitching golden snake eyes were full of water, silently coquettish at him.

"Zheng-" At the end of a sad sound of the qin, the phoenix evil put down the sandalwood phoenix tail, and his strange cold eyes fell on the white veil above its head..."Who hurt you." Ruyu's fingers covered its huge snake head, and after the cold fingertips soothed back and forth, it gently pulled off the white veil.

Without the obstructive white veil, the silver snake that no longer wears a pretty bow on its head instantly regained its tall and squeamish vigor. It opened its mouth a little and spat out a bright red, slender snake letter, hissing several times.

An arrogant and domineering woman! Abominable woman! The woman who plucked it out and threatened it!

The silver snake complained of bitterness, and the snake tail was so excited that he patted it on the stone ground, and his pretentious and coquettish skills were first-class.

"Got it, let's go back." On the handsome face of the phoenix demon, a strong demonic arc floated on the thin lips, and the fingertips caressed the white veil with a little light fragrance, and a touch of red light lit up in the dark eyes.

"Hiss-" After the silver snake finished complaining about the bitter water, his heart was much more relaxed, and he obediently nodded the snake's head, and the snake's eyes turned arrogantly, slowly twisting the snake's body, and burrowed into the pool water.

There was silence again, except for the remnants of the pond swaying in the breeze.

The tail of the phoenix's delicate eyes was raised, forming a charming arc, and the light of his eyes stayed on the white gauze in his hand, and the familiar fragrance that penetrated into the tip of his nose made the curvature of his lips more and more treacherous and enchanting, revealing a chill that made people hairy