Qianji's tone was the same as usual:

"Let me tell you, I deliberately let everyone use this thing, just to facilitate private contact, after all, we have an Eastern Continent here. By the way, I came to you to tell you that when you speak, don't let go of the corresponding hole, and when you finish speaking, let go, and the voice will be broken. Alright, I still have to tell Mofeng about them. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, silence returned.

Ji Jiufang looked at Liluo.

Let her use her spiritual power? God knows what will happen, so forget it! Shaking his head, he was about to say "keep walking" when he heard Liluo suddenly speak, with uncertainty in his voice.

"Is this really something that only the person being called can hear, and no one else can hear it?"

She froze, the expression on her face as if frozen, and only a pair of eyes kept turning around.

"That's what Thousand Deaths said."

"Oh......"

She hesitated in response, but it didn't seem like she was agreeing.

Ji Jiufang couldn't help but wonder.

Just as he was about to ask her what was wrong, he saw that she tilted her head cautiously and asked him:

"You can't hear anything now?"

Ji Jiufang raised his eyebrows, quite inexplicable: "Qianyan is looking for you?" Then she realized that something was wrong—she clearly didn't punch her spiritual power into the seventh hole, how could she be called by a thousand deaths? Besides, he didn't hear the sound of the piccolo in Liluo's hand.

"It's not." Liluo pursed his lips, a little worried, "I can hear him talking to Mo Feng about how to use this thing." After a pause, she added, "I can also hear what Fang Qianyan said to you." ”

In fact, from the very beginning when Qianyan demonstrated this thing, she heard the words that Qianyan said to Mo Feng, basically explaining why she wanted to use this piccolo - it was to prevent the "mutation" of the transmission notes, but in fact, it was also to prevent Fu Zimo.

At that time, she thought that this thing could be heard by everyone, but when she saw that everyone was injected with spiritual power, she realized that her conjecture might be wrong: if everyone could hear it, then what else would she need to do by calling from the flute hole and judging the source by the sound?

But it wasn't until just now, when I heard Qianyan's words, that Liluo really confirmed that she was an exception in the use of the sound flute.

"You can hear me?"

Ji Jiufang was also very surprised.

After Liluo nodded to confirm, Ji Jiufang thought about it, held down the first hole, and blew the piccolo in his hand.

"A thousand deaths?"

He whispered to the flute.

"I heard ......," Liluo responded.

Ji Jiufang let go of the first flute hole, straightened up, and looked at Liluo with a frown. Although he didn't know why, he also realized that the situation of detachment was absolutely unreasonable and did not meet the purpose of transyin flute production at all.

"Could it be, because this is the Yinyang Valley, so you can hear other people's voices?"

"I don't know." Liluo was still puzzled, and then asked Ji Jiufang: "Could it be related to the fact that I didn't inject spiritual power into the sound flute?" for it is unowned. ”

Ji Jiufang shook his head slowly.

His intuition wasn't for that reason.

Just as the piccolo in his hand began to tinkle again.

When the sound ended, the other side was about to start talking, Ji Jiufang's eyes narrowed, and he immediately flashed over, stuffed his piccolo into Liluo, and at the same time took the "ownerless" in Liluo's hand in his hand.

Swap to listen?

Liluo smiled knowingly.