He...... What do you want to do?

Xue Meng looked at Xiling Jing's side face, sat on the tile and moved, feeling a little panicked.

"What are you bringing me here for?" Xue Meng couldn't help but say coldly, even she herself was startled by her tone.

Maybe her tone was too unfamiliar, and even Xiling Jing frowned.

He pursed his lips, and a dark purple magic yuan ignited in his fingertips, gradually elongating and expanding, and finally became a lilac jade flute.

The jade flute is exquisitely clear, wrapped in a purple mist like smoke, which is very poetic and elegant.

His thin lips pressed against the jade cave, and a string of empty sounds danced slowly with the gale.

Xue Meng was a little surprised, but she never found out that he could play the flute. And...... And it blows so well.

Not wanting to interrupt him, Xue Meng sat obediently with her cheeks folded, her fingers tapping her knees, and humming unconsciously as he danced like a fairy flute rhythmically.

It wasn't until she finished humming the whole piece that she realized, how could she hum it without helping?

The song ...... It sounds very familiar, but I can't remember it at all.

Finally...... Who has ever sung to themselves?

After the song was finished, the aftermath lingered, and Xue Meng glanced at Xiling Jing. The flute in his hand turned into a wisp of light smoke wrapped around his wrist and landed on his wrist like a docile little animal.

If you look closely, you can see that there are small blue eyes.

"What is this?" Xue Meng said curiously.

"Jade Spirit." Xiling Jing explained lightly, "This song ...... You've heard that, haven't you? ”

Xue Meng nodded, but shook her head again: "I seem to have heard this song somewhere, but I can't remember it at all...... Maybe I heard it on the street and now it's forgotten, right? ”

"Perhaps." Xiling Jing glanced up at the night sky and exhaled a breath of turbidity, "Okay, let's go back." ”

"You called me here just to hear you play the flute?" Xue Meng looked at him a little angrily, didn't he explain why he didn't stand up when he saw Diao Manrong bullying her?

On the way back, Xue Meng's heart has been tormented.

On one side is the villain, and on the other side is the decency. On the one hand, he wanted to break with Xiling Jing, but on the other hand, he said that the prince must have a hard time.

Now Xiling Jing doesn't explain, but just brings her here to blow the cold wind for a while, what do you want to do?

"Prince Jing." Xue Meng's tone stiffened, "If there is anything, it doesn't hurt for you to say it directly, I can bear it." ”

Xiling Jing raised her eyebrows and looked at her: "Can I really say it?" ”

"Hmm."

"Nothing."

"......" She felt a little urge to hit someone.

"I just want you to hear it." Xiling Jing hooked his lips and smiled, it should be ...... Listening to this flute, she would have fallen asleep better.

Xue Meng let out an "oh", took out a thick stack of silver tickets from her arms, and then pulled out a stack: "I once owed you money, and now I pay you back." Oh, this extra money is the money I gave you to sing. ”

Xue Meng stuffed the silver ticket into his hand, took off the fan-shaped bracelet on his hand in one go, and put it in his palm with a "snap".

"Here you go! These...... It's all back to you! "As for the favors you owe, if you really can't pay it back, then you can pay it back with your body.

Xiling Jing was stunned and took the thing that Xue Meng handed him, the fan-shaped bracelet was like a fire, burning his heart.

Fingers tightened, and he clasped the fan-shaped bracelet and threw it behind him, as if falling into the darkness behind him.