"Over there." Ye Qiqi pointed with her white and tender little hand, and Mo Hanqing flew in the direction of her finger.
"Hey, wait for me." Ye Qiqi quickly lifted up her skirt, straightened her feet, and flew after him.
After passing lush and towering trees in front of our eyes, our field of vision suddenly became wider.
Mo Hanqing stopped and landed on the edge of this large piece of grass, looking around cautiously.
The flute sound that had been lingering in my ears suddenly stopped, and then a chuckle floated over not far away: "I didn't expect that you could find me."
The voice sounded neither male nor female, rising and falling. A cold light flashed in Mo Hanqing's eyes, and his voice was cold: "Who!?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that your life will end in my hands today." Along with a burst of wild laughter, Mo Hanqing felt a chill coming to his face, and he was shocked. Just as he was about to make a move, Ye Qiqi's breathless voice floated over from behind: "Master... you... finally stopped."
The chill disappeared instantly and soundlessly.
Mo Hanqing turned her head and looked at Ye Qiqi holding the hem of her skirt in her small hands and running toward her, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Haha, I didn't expect that the sound of the flute attracted another little guy today." The sinister voice laughed again.
Ye Qiqi ran to Mo Hanqing. When he heard the sound, he couldn't help but asked loudly: "You are the one who can play the flute?? It's so ugly!!"
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The sinister laughter stopped instantly when he heard these words.
A moment later, a man wearing a black robe and a hat covering his face appeared on the grass in front of them, "What did you say!? Stinky girl, do you dare to say that the sound of my flute is unpleasant??"
"It's inherently ugly, but it sounds like someone in the family has died!" Ye Qiqi looked at the man in front of him. This man was covered in black clothes, only a sapphire flute hung around his waist. .
"Stinky girl, anyone who dares to say that my flute sound is unpleasant has gone to see the King of Hell." The man in black looked at Ye Qiqi, who was a head shorter than Mo Hanqing, and couldn't help but laugh strangely. : "But your eyes are quite beautiful. Don't worry, after you die, I will dig out your eyes, put them in a bottle, and keep them well."
Mo Hanqing narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hands to protect Ye Qiqi behind him, and asked with waves of coldness all over his body: "Who sent you here?"
"Oh, according to the rules of Yama Palace, the client's information cannot be disclosed at will." The man slowly walked towards Mo Hanqing step by step. With every step he took, the murderous intention in his body became stronger. When he was still ten feet away from Ye Qiqi, the man in black snapped his fingers, and a dozen men in black suddenly appeared around them, surrounding the two of them.
"Although the goal is just to kill you, the young prince, the people who can see the murder scene in our Yama Palace generally follow." The man in black laughed strangely and jumped out of the encirclement. He picked up the The flute hanging from his waist said in a strange tone: "Don't worry, I will play a requiem for you."
Mo Hanqing stood there, with waves of chills bursting out of his eyes.