In front of the warm water pool was a crimson cloud gauze pearl tandem curtain, through this curtain, Ye Lanxi vaguely saw a man wearing a silver mask lying on the low floor inside, and two rows of subordinates stood respectfully next to him.

She stood in the doorway for a few seconds, took a deep breath, walked around the large pool of warm water in front of her, passed through the crimson water gauze pearl curtain, lifted a layer of black gauze floor cloth curtains, and stepped step by step along the steps to the inside.

......

Just as she was about to step up the last step, she suddenly tripped over the hem of her skirt.

The next second-

The whole body fell uncontrollably towards the front.

The words that Lan Yue had said in his ears suddenly echoed, "A few days ago, a woman fell in front of the pavilion master, and the pavilion master screwed her head off", and at this moment, Ye Lanxi had only one thought in her heart: it's over......

Even the people next to her widened their eyes and silently lit wax for her in their hearts......

The moment Ye Lanxi leaned down and fell to the ground, she had to maintain the posture of lying on the ground in a hurry, endured the sharp pain of her forehead and chin on the ground, raised her hands on the floor above her head, and shouted at the man in front of her while holding her fists: "Say hello to the pavilion master!"

Her emergency response, seeing the people standing next to her, secretly applauded, and gave her a thumbs up in their hearts.

"Huh. ”

The wicked man leaned on the collapse with his jaws on the floor, and through the eyeholes of the mask, a pair of dark eyes casually glanced at Ye Lanxi, who gave him a "kneeling salute" under his eyes, and hooked his lips and chuckled: "Get up." ”

Men next to him: !!

After a long time, the pavilion master actually smiled, ???

"Whew......" Ye Lan breathed a sigh of relief without a trace, supported the floor and struggled to get up, patted the folds on his clothes casually, and looked up at the man on the couch again.

The man exuded an evil aura all over his body.

The mask covered the top part of his thin lips, revealing only a pair of dark eyes.

Under the mask, the lines of the lips and chin are extremely perfect curves, and the silver mask gives him a kind of mystery.

Ignoring his charming majestic figure, Ye Lanxi's gaze fell on the magic flute he was holding in his hand, and he gritted his teeth to suppress the urge to step forward and grab it.

The demonic man's fair-skinned and slender hands pinched the flute and played with it, looking careless, and his thin lips opened lightly: "Magic flute, Ye Lanxi?"

Ye Lan was silent.

The Dark Fragrance Pavilion has first-hand information on the events of major figures in the world, and what the pavilion master said will definitely not be false.

Isn't it a secret that her background is linked to the magic flute?

She suddenly began to believe what the Impermanence Prince had said to her before: she was really, the only surviving daughter of Prime Minister Ye Cheng's family, who was destroyed in Beiyaoguo.

It seems that in this Dark Incense Pavilion, it should really be as Impermanent Son said, allowing her to find the secret hidden in herself......

Perhaps, to find out the mystery of his own life experience, you can find out a thing or two from the mouth of the pavilion master......

After knowing that her life experience was not so simple, she suddenly felt that she had a goal in her future life, and her eyes rekindled hope for life......

And when they heard what Yu Ye had just said, the subordinates next to him also turned their heads to look at the magic flute that Yu Ye pinched in his hand, sighing.

The magic flute, is it really the magic flute?

"That's how you killed the Red Eagle with this flute?" said Night.