Ye Qiqi looked at Mo Hanqing in a daze.
There was a hint of anger on his jade-white cheeks, and his deep eyes stared straight at him. The coldness radiating from his whole body was comparable to nine cold days.
But.
"Why??" Ye Qiqi asked with some confusion.
Following her little question, her soft and gentle lips gently brushed against his palm, causing a slight itching feeling.
Mo Hanqing deliberately ignored the strange feeling in his palm and said with a cold face: "No reason."
Ye Qiqi blinked and looked at him in confusion.
Just when the two of them were in a stalemate, a melodious flute sound floated over.
Mo Hanqing looked stern, and quickly put down the hand covering Ye Qiqi's mouth.
The melodious flute sound is like the falling leaves in autumn, with a trace of indescribable desolation and sadness, slowly and leisurely suspended in the air.
Ye Qiqi was stunned for a moment, turned around, looked at Mo Hanqing and asked: "Sir, did you hear the sound of the flute?"
Mo Hanqing's sharp expression was surprised for a moment. He looked down at Ye Qiqi, who was standing next to him, and asked with some surprise: "Can you hear it?"
"Yes." Ye Qiqi nodded, her fair and pink face slightly wrinkled and said, "But the sound of the flute... is too unpleasant. It sounds like crying."
“…”
Mo Hanqing looked at her silently, but his heart was already full of shock.
He never thought that besides himself, there would be a second person hearing the sound of the flute.
The melancholy sound of the flute always sounded in his ears in the dead of night, like a ghost, lingering around him and unable to go away. No matter how many times he told the people around him, the sound of the flute was again It rang, but the people around him always looked at him in confusion.
He could tell from their expressions that they really didn't hear anything.
The sad flute sound kept sounding when he was about to fall asleep night after night. The gloomy and sad music could often last continuously all night long, making him irritated and unable to fall asleep.
And he traveled thousands of miles to come to Yueqing Mountain, nominally to learn martial arts from Master Ye Jue. In fact, he wanted to ask if there is a sound in this world of martial arts that can only be heard by those who want to kill. .
"Master, did you hear the sound of the flute again??" Leng Qi looked at his master with a nervous expression. He had already focused his attention to the maximum, but except for the voices of the master and Miss Qiqi, there was nothing else in his ears. He couldn't hear anything.
"Yeah." Mo Hanqing's deep eyes flashed slightly. He looked down at Ye Qiqi and suddenly asked: "Can you tell where that voice came from?"
"Hmm..." Ye Qiqi frowned, holding his chin with a chubby little hand, tilting his head and looking carefully for a while, then pointed in the direction outside the house and said, "It should be coming from that way."
Mo Hanqing looked back at the cold guards who were standing in the room with confused expressions. Suddenly he reached out and hugged Ye Qiqi into his arms. He tapped his toes and flew towards the direction of her finger: "Let's go." !”
"Hey? Where are you going??" Before Ye Qiqi could recover, she was already in his arms.