"No, Nangong Jinyu, wake up, I know you didn't die so soon, Nangong Jinyu, you said it, you have to help me find the Ice Grass, the Dawn Cloud Blue Leaf, the Snow Fairy Holy Water and the Fog Cliff Grass, let me open the light system and the snow system, you don't even help me find the Ice Grass now, you will die." Nangong Jinyu, you don't keep your promises, are you okay to wake up, I beg you, Nangong Jinyu ...... "Nangong Jinyu died, and she didn't know why she was so sad, but she suddenly felt something in her heart as if she had lost something......

At this time, a leisurely flute sound came, and the sound of the flute seemed to be thousands of miles away, and it seemed to be around.

The sound of the flute sounded in Nangong Jinyu's body, the Xiao sound swirled tactfully, and the sound of the flute gradually sounded, just like the flute man was blowing, and slowly approaching, the flute sound was clear and beautiful, high and low, light and flickering, low to the extreme, after a few circles, and then low again, although extremely low and very fine, each syllable is still clearly audible. Gradually, there are occasional pearls and jade jumps in the bass, crisp and short, one after another, the complex sound gradually increases, first such as the splash of the spring, and then such as the group of flowers competing for beauty, the flowers are clustered, and there are more intermittent bird language, he sings I and, gradually the birds leave, the spring flowers fall, but the sound of the rain is Xiao Xiao, a desolate and solemn image, the drizzle is continuous, if there is no ......

The sound of the flute was calling him, summoning the soul in the deepest part of his heart, and the sound was still ringing, and the voice was even more subtle, as if calling for its owner who had been waiting for thousands of years.

If she cries, after she became a killer in her previous life, she will not cry no matter what she encounters, except for the tear before she died in her previous life.

A tear crossed Nangong Jinyu's cheek and dripped to the ground. He opened his cold pupils slightly, looking at him with pity.

"Xi'er, why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry to say, it's not for you." If you regret to say it in passing.

Wait, that voice, that tone is so familiar――――――― Nangong Jinyu!!

"Nangong Jinyu, are you awake, you are not dead?" A look of surprise appeared on Ruoxi's face.

"Well, I'm not dead, this king hasn't helped Xi'er find something, how can I die?" Xi'er, you must be mine.

"Didn't you just breathe without ......"?

"I don't know what's going on, all I hear is the sound of a flute."

"Xiao Yin?" How did you not hear it.

"Well, the sound of the flute swirls gracefully, the sound of the flute is clear, high and low, light and faint, low to the extreme, after a few circles, and then low again, although very low and very thin, each syllable is still clearly audible. There are occasional jumps in the bass, crisp and short, and the complex sounds gradually increase. ”

……

After resting for a while, Nangong Jinyu's face gradually became rosy, and the cold around him disappeared.

"Let's go." Since Nangong Jinyu is fine, he has been here for two days, and he has not brought much food, so he must find Bing Youcao quickly.

"Hmm."

……

In the distance, a flute floated in the air, surrounded by colorful light, quietly waiting for its reincarnated owner in its previous life.

……

The cold air on the Ice Soul Bridge was gone, and they walked with unusual ease. When they reached 3,000 meters, a group of revenants suddenly appeared, making a terrifying sound, and grimaces came at them.

However, when they first arrived a foot in front of Ruoxi and Nangong Jinyu, the souls of the dead dispersed, and ice flowers flew towards Ruoxi and Nangong Jinyu.