Ye Qiqi looked at Mo Hanqing with a slight startle.

There was a hint of anger on his white jade cheeks, and those deep eyes were staring straight at him, and the coldness emanating from his body was comparable to the number of cold days.

But.

"Why??" Ye Qiqi asked with some puzzlement.

With her small question, her soft and gentle lips gently brushed against his palm, bringing a slight itchy feeling.

Mo Hanqing deliberately ignored the strange feeling in his palm, and said word by word with a cold face: "No why." ”

Ye Qiqi blinked and looked at him a little confused.

Just as the two of them were at a stalemate, a melodious flute sound floated over.

Mo Hanqing's expression was grim, and he held Ye Qiqi's mouth with his hand, and quickly put it down.

The melodious sound of the flute, like the fallen leaves floating in autumn, with a trace of indescribable desolation, sadness and tactfulness, slowly and leisurely suspended in the air.

Ye Qiqi was stunned for a moment, turned his head, looked at Mo Hanqing and asked, "Childe, did you hear the flute?" ”

Mo Hanqing's fierce expression was surprised for a moment, he looked down at Ye Qiqi standing beside him, and asked with some surprise, "Can you hear me?" ”

"Yes." Ye Qiqi nodded, and a fair and pink little face wrinkled slightly: "But this flute sounds...... It's so ugly that it sounds like crying. ”

“……”

Mo Hanqing looked at her silently, but her heart was already full of shock.

He never imagined that there would be a second person besides himself who would hear the sound of the flute.

The desolate sound of the flute, always ringing in his ears in the dead of night, like a ghost, lingered around him, lingering, no matter how many times, he told the people around him that the flute sounded again, but the people around him always looked at him with a confused face.

He could tell from their expressions that they really hadn't heard anything.

The mournful sound of the flute, night after night, kept on and on as he was about to fall asleep, and the gloomy and mournful music often lasted on and on all night, making him irritable and unable to sleep.

And he came thousands of miles to this Yueqing Mountain, nominally to learn martial arts from Master Ye Jue, but in fact, he wanted to ask if there was a kind of voice in martial arts in this world that could only be heard by those who wanted to kill.

"Childe, do you hear the flute again??" Leng Qi looked at his master with a nervous expression, he had already tightened his attention to the most, but he couldn't hear anything in his ears except for the voice of the master and Miss Qiqi.

"Hmm." Mo Hanqing's deep eyes flashed slightly, he looked down at Ye Qiqi, and suddenly asked, "Can you hear where that voice came from?" ”

"Hmm......" Ye Qiqi frowned, a fleshy little hand supported his chin, tilted his head to distinguish carefully for a while, and then pointed in the direction outside the house and said, "It should be from over there." ”

Mo Hanqing glanced back at the cold guards who were standing in the room with confused expressions, and suddenly reached out and hugged Ye Qiqi into his arms, and with a light tap of his toes, he flew in the direction of her finger: "Go!" ”

"Huh? Where to?? Before Ye Qiqi came back to his senses, the whole person was already in his arms.