"Woo—" The sound of the flute continued, as if there was a magical power that penetrated the barriers of the wall and reached Chen Feng's ears unimpeded.
In the low sound of the flute, Chen Feng felt a soul-stirring power slowly affecting his mind, and a feeling of tranquility and comfort made his mind particularly comfortable.
"The sound of the flute actually has the effect of soothing the mind. It must be something extraordinary." Chen Feng walked slowly towards the sound.
"Woo—" The sound of the flute became louder and louder. It seemed that the source of the flute sound was very close.
Going up to the third floor, Chen Feng saw that the door of a bedroom was open, and the sounds of the flute were coming from here.
"It must be inside." Chen Feng thought to himself and walked over gently.
This is a very plainly decorated room, still in the style of the lobby downstairs, and still has some mysterious aspects of the formation.
A slender figure, facing the window, was playing a flute absorbedly. Because her back was facing the door, Chen Feng could not see the girl's appearance or the flute in her mouth.
Chen Feng was secretly shocked. He found that amidst the low sound of the flute, the girl's back actually gave off a hint of holiness, which made him involuntarily feel the urge to worship her.
Involuntarily, Chen Feng slowly walked into the room. He wanted to see what was so sacred about this girl and why she gave him this feeling.
The girl seemed to be so absorbed in playing that she didn't even notice Chen Feng approaching. She continued to sit in front of the window, playing softly.
Chen Feng approached gently, and was almost next to the girl. He only needed to take two more steps to see her profile. But Chen Feng suddenly stopped.
He couldn't bear to disturb the girl and spoil the peaceful sound of the flute. Chen Feng just stood not far behind the girl, quietly listening to the soul-stirring sound of the flute.
At this moment, Chen Feng seemed to have forgotten time and space. In his eyes, there were only the melodious flute sounds and the moving back of the girl playing the flute.
"Woo—" The last sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and the mysterious artistic conception suddenly dissipated, and Chen Feng's consciousness suddenly became clear.
"Hmm, I didn't expect that even my ten thousand year Taoist heart was unconsciously affected by the sound of the flute." Chen Feng was startled. Even with ten thousand year Taoist heart at such a high level, he was actually lost in the sound of the flute.
The woman slowly put down the flute in her hand and gently stroked it, as if she was stroking her beloved one with tenderness and seriousness. From beginning to end, she did not even notice Chen Feng standing behind her.
"Could he be just a mortal?" Chen Feng was a little confused. He did not hide his aura, so even a warrior could sense his presence. But this woman did not sense it. This only meant that this woman was a secular person who did not have any sensing skills.
"Cough cough." Chen Feng coughed lightly.
"Ah!" The woman stood up suddenly, like a kitten whose tail was stepped on, and jumped back violently, leaping onto the bed, looking at Chen Feng vigilantly.
"It's you!" Chen Feng and the woman shouted at the same time: "Why are you here!"
It turned out that Chen Feng had seen this woman before. She was Xiao Lin, whose bag was robbed that day. That day, Chen Feng was looking for a house to rent, but he saw Boss Sha trying to snatch Xiao Lin's bag. He stopped Boss Sha and took back the bag.
"What a coincidence. So you are Mr. Xiao's granddaughter." Chen Feng smiled at Xiao Lin, who was still a little wary, "I didn't expect to see you here again." As he spoke, he didn't know if it was because of the angle, but Chen Feng's eyes fell on the huge bulge on Xiao Lin's chest intentionally or unintentionally.
Since she was at home, Xiao Lin was wearing a low-cut tight vest. Her beautiful figure exuded a fatal temptation, especially the deep cleavage between her huge breasts, which was faintly visible and squeezed through the constraints of the neckline, exposing herself to the air.
Feeling Chen Feng's gaze, Xiao Lin seemed to remember something, and slowly crossed her hands to cover her chest, and asked shyly: "You... why are you here." However, seeing Chen Feng's eyes staring at the place behind her hands motionlessly, Xiao Lin's face turned even redder, and she said angrily: "Where are you looking!"
Chen Feng ignored her. His eyes were still fixed on Xiao Lin's chest. There seemed to be a fierce flame about to erupt from his eyes.
Xiao Lin looked at Chen Feng and protected her chest with both hands. The two bulges were squeezed and deformed, causing a faint tremor, which was indescribably tempting.
"Don't look at it!" Xiao Lin's face looked a little unnatural, and her feet slowly moved to the other side of the bed.
"It is indeed it!" A gleam of light suddenly flashed in Chen Feng's eyes. He laughed and grabbed the place where Xiao Lin was protecting with his hands.
"Stop it, you hooligan!" Xiao Lin was frightened by Chen Feng's sudden rude behavior. She tightened her hands on her chest again. It seemed that she used too much force. The bulge on her chest was completely flattened. Two white and tender semicircles actually squeezed out from the low neckline, jumping in the air like a naughty child.
Xiao Lin was desperate. She could not imagine that this man would be such a shameless person.
However, just when Xiao Lin was about to shout for help, she felt her hand loosen, as if something was taken away by the wolf, while her beautiful part was not attacked by the wolf's claws.
"Hmm?" Xiao Lin opened her eyes in confusion and looked at the man in front of her. She saw that the man was playing his flute with surprise in his eyes.
"Could it be... that my charm is not as good as this Xiao?" For some reason, Xiao Lin actually felt a little disappointed at this moment.
"Hahaha, it is indeed it, it is indeed it." Chen Feng held the ancient flute and looked at it, bursts of happy low cries constantly coming out of his mouth.
"Hey, you big pervert, give me back my Xiao!" Xiao Lin shouted with her hands still protecting her chest, her face flushed.
However, Chen Feng seemed not to hear anything. He still held the flute tightly in his hand and looked at it carefully.
"Haha, it's been five thousand years. I didn't expect this flute to appear here." Chen Feng looked crazy, a deep memory leaping into his heart.
"You are such a weird person, you keep talking nonsense. What five thousand years? That's my flute, give it back to me." Xiao Lin's voice got a little louder and he said angrily.
Chen Feng suddenly smiled at Xiao Lin and said in an unfathomable manner: "Miss Xiao, let me play the flute for you."
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