The sound of the flute was raised, and the faint sadness finally disappeared, and at the end of the song, Zuo Weining's lips were slightly hooked, and he turned around to leave, such a sad song came from a person like her, which really made people feel a little weird.

Zuo Weining suddenly heard a call from behind: "Senior Sister Zuo!" ”

The elegant voice echoed in the empty valley.

Zuo Weining then walked towards the sound, and it didn't take long to see the person who was as beautiful as the frost moon pear flower, with a smile on his lips, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Hua, what are you looking for me?" ”

Hua Qianmo asked in a faint voice, "Senior Sister Zuo, can you see the little junior sister?" ”

Zuo Weining smiled, and her senior sister Hua's voice was so clear and moving.

Zuo Weiningqiu's eyes wandered around, with a clear look, and said, "Where has the little junior sister been wandering around, I haven't seen her for a while." ”

Hua Qianmo frowned, and asked again: "Senior Sister Zuo, haven't you really seen your little junior sister in the past few days?" ”

Zuo Weining saw Hua Qianmo frowning and looking solemn, and even asked about the whereabouts of the little junior sister twice, and his heart tightened.

"Senior Sister Hua, how could I have deceived you? The little sister hasn't come to me these days. Zuo Weining's expression stopped smiling and said solemnly.

Hua Qianmo took out the blue sea flute that Mo Xiran had worn all year round from his sleeve, but now the blue sea flute was broken and only half of it was left.

Xiran's rhythm is good, and she is the best at flute with voice control against the enemy, which is still given to her by the master's eldest grandson, Mo Xiran is a treasure and carries it with him.

A hint of chill appeared in Zuo Wei's eyes, who dared to attack the disciples of the Tianya Sect, she hurriedly asked, "Senior Sister Hua, where did you find this?" ”

"A place to keep pets at night." Hua Qianmo frowned, and his voice trembled a little.

Zuo Weining definitely concluded: "The fracture of this blue sea flute is so smooth, it is definitely caused by the attack of sharp weapons." ”

Hua Qianmo knew that Mo Xiran, in addition to running to her, Xiran liked to find Zuo Weining to run to Senior Sister Zuo's side, as for the residence of Su Ziqian, Xuanyuan Hao and Ran Dieyu, Mo Xiran basically didn't take the initiative to step in.

Hua Qianmo got Zuo Weining's letter, Mo Xiran never came to find Senior Sister Zuo, and the last bit of luck was gone, she said categorically: "Xiran, she must have had an accident!" Send a message to everyone to gather in the main hall! ”

"Tick-tick-tick-" in a deep cavern, the wind outside the cave crashed against the stone wall, "Woo-" was terrifying, like a woman who had been hated for a thousand years and cried miserably day and night.

The sound of clattering footsteps sounded in this silent and empty place, and a beautiful masked woman in black stepped on the stone steps with a torch, and walked to a certain position to insert the torch into the stone wall.

The dark and cold cave is revealed by the light, and the beautiful natural stone pillars are revealed.

No one appreciated all this, and the woman in black stretched out her hand to probe the snort of the woman in pink, although the snort was very weak, but it was warm and showed that she was still alive.

She grabbed a pigeon from the cage on the stone wall next to her, scarlet blood sprayed on the wall where her sharp nails had scratched it, and then rudely pinched the pinkwoman's chin and squeezed the pigeon's blood into the pink's mouth.

The fishy smell was pungent, and the warm blood stimulated the woman in pink, and the masked woman in black successfully woke up the little girl who had been left here for two days and two nights, Mo Xiran, the little disciple of the Tianya Sect's eldest grandson Dielian, and let Mo Xiran's shouting and scolding echo in the cave and ignore it.

When Mo Xiran, whose hair was messy and pale, adjusted to the light and opened his eyes, saw the blood-stained pigeon, and realized what the warm and bloody liquid in his mouth was, "Vomit-"

Mo Xiran was nauseated, as if he was going to vomit out the pigeon blood he had drunk, but it was just useless retching.

A smile that no one could understand on the masked woman's lips: "What? It doesn't taste as good as it could be, but it can delay your life. ”