108 Maidens of Destiny

The flute echoes in the coral palace, swirling around, sometimes as gentle as a breeze, sometimes as fine as running water.

Fish are drunk, almost forgetting to flow around the coral palace, even if God himself plays. The loud, distant flute made porcelain sound fascinating and even forgot to talk to Kim Jong-yu.

Kim Jong-yu was stunned for a while. She was not as poetic as porcelain. She just thought it was nice, but she didn't really know why. She left after a few words. The sisters' stellar martial arts upgrade is more beautiful than the flute sounds.

“It must be the Iron Flute, Dragonfly. Let's go visit.” The tiny curiosity of porcelain, while knowing that many of the monks and even the stars who live in the Coral Palace will be enemies of the future, has an unprecedented spirit that makes porcelain want to listen to itself for the first time.

… the crystal tree is snowy, a young man on the tree is playing a transverse flute, the flute is crystal clear, the sound coming out of the flute hole blows a light breeze in the air, wraps around and swirls around the man.

An English-borne teenager under a tree, fluttering blue silk, listening to the flute, obsessed.

The flute is naturally Su Xing, and in his hands is the celestial star Wufeng tone condensed flute of the Iron Flute Immortal Lin, the jade flute is luminous, a faint star like an elf dancing. The romance at this moment is a bit long, Su Xing was touched by the tranquil atmosphere of the Dragon Palace after one night of practice, then Lin Yingmei and I talked about some trivial things about the fighting star while resting in the courtyard alone, then Lin Yingmei talked about the Iron Flute Immortal Lin - this is the first star that made Celestial Star feel sorry for falling in hand.

Su Xing knew that the opponents of the ancient celestial stars were often top warlords. Normal sisters, like Yu Qilin Lu Xian, did not kill, but after signing the contract, everything naturally changed. Su Xing asked Yingmei if she felt grieved.

The answer is shake your head.

Su Xing smiled, so he wanted to play a song with the phoenix of Xianma Xiaoxiao. Su Xing's original flute was well blown. This Ascendant Martial Arts was held up again, and the melody played was even more confusing to hear.

Listening only to the whistle repressed Janton's frustration, the spectre surrounded his ears, as if he were in an ancient legend.

There is sadness, there is strength, there is mystery, there is entanglement... a flute has exhausted the legend, dissolved the millennium fighting star in this song, the listener is lost.

Even though Lin Yingmei was in a trance, she couldn't pull herself out.

Suddenly, Lin Yingmei opened his eyes and restored clarity. Tianxiong stared at the corner of the courtyard coldly, grabbing the long gun empty-handed.

A skinny woman is like walking out of a painting, unspeakable.

“... have been gracious to the Lord, good and flower. Wan Li Danxiao, why not go home together. Abandoned forever, fireworks mate. Do not teach people to see their concubines, and rain upon the clouds. Sister Ma Lin's flute is more tearful than the legend. In the flute, the Nu family heard her emotions. Is it helpless?” The porcelain looked up at the tree and all the gods of the heart had been attracted by the figure playing the flute.

They don't answer.

Celadon went on to say, "Does Sister Ma Lin have other thoughts about Douxing? ”

The wind rises.

The snowflakes of the crystal tree rose, poured out, gently turned, the figure appeared from the shadow of the tree, the porcelain stunned.

The flute was not played by a teenage girl.

A man?

A man she knows.

The porcelain heart pounded and the smile disappeared.

“Ceramics, that's a compliment.” Su Xing smiled and jumped off the tree.

“Mr. Su Xing, how could it be you...” The porcelain stared at the jade flute in Su Xing's hand and laughed very reluctantly. “Phoenix, do you think Sister Ma Lin has been through something? ”

Su Xing heard a glimmer of disappointment in the porcelain language. He was a little clear. He did not move his voice. “My wife and Ma Xiaoxiao had some origins. Today, there was a touch of scenery. I couldn't help but play a song with a phoenix condensed flute, disturbing the porcelain and please understand. ”

“It really didn't occur to me that Su Gun's flute sounded so good, and the slaves were almost lost.” Soft sound of porcelain. “Don't know what the name of this song is? ”

“You didn't think of the name, did you just read the name of the word card? Why don't you just call it a fairy charm?” Su Xing thought about it.

“Immortal guide.” Blue porcelain murmur.

“Do porcelain live in coral palaces, too? We have a lot of luck. I just wanted to ask you something..." Su Xing said.

Li Longhui next to him could not watch, drank a loud noise, brazen rage, four-star funeral fairy float slaughtered in his hand, one circle jumped at Su Xing, and drunk: “You man, don't lie to sister! ”

Goddamn star opened fire without saying a word. The axe blade ripped out a piece of bravery and cut off Su Xing's chest.

“Dragonfly, no.” Ceramics screamed.

Already prepared for this fierce God's death star Su Xing, he applied a light smoke dance and walking method to avoid this axe on his side. Li Longxue's eyes were fierce and the second axe was cut across his waist. The means could be considered cruel.

If it had been before, the attack on Su Xing by the warlord of Tianxing would have been very busy, but it was not fake to have been rehearsed recently. Not to mention that he had already seen the ruler of the Real Phoenix Realm. Su Xing was not too busy and was another spin.

Li Long Qiu's legs spanned, his body suddenly forward, the speed was surprising, an appalling brawl rushed to the face. If it were for the star Brother, the atmosphere of being deceived by God's death star alone would be enough to deter him. Li Long Qiu raised the funeral fairy slaughter left and right clamping, Su Xing's emptiness flipped, and his circumstance stepped on the axe, like a dragonfly with some water.

Su Xing shouted: “Dragonfly, your sister wants you to stop, do you still want to fight? ”

“Drink." Li Long Qiu's eyes were red, the funeral fairy floating and slaughtered into myriad axes, and the boiling anger was more violent.

Xuan Step Axe Method - Ghost Dance?

Su Xing fell ill, but did not become arrogant enough to experience the star Xuan himself.

Li Long Qiu came after us.

“Li Xiao, don't be rash.” Lin Yingmei smiled cold and suddenly lost her temper.

Cold star cold moon gun five stars circulating, Lin Yingmei stopped in front of Su Xing, saw the long gun sweep left and right to hold Li Long Qiu, leopard head cold gun like a storm snow shouting out.

Shot up Ho Ho Ho, Li Long Qiu couldn't see through, stopping the funeral fairy from floating.

The five-star Cold Moon Gun is powerful, each hit makes Tianxing a step backwards, the gun is like thunder, the wind is raging, where is Lin Yingmei's opponent, but for dozens of rounds, Tianxing Black Cyclone Li Qi can't resist, just a touch, Morian's gun tip has resisted Li Longqiu's soft throat.

As long as Yingmei Lin is willing to let the stars fall at any time.

“If you take one more step forward, I'll kill you!” Lin Yingmei said coldly.

Li Longhui went mad and lost all pain. Where would he be blackmailed, “Dragonhui.” Once the porcelain was drunk, this stopped Tianxing. Li Longxue retreated angrily behind the porcelain, just staring ruthlessly at Su Xing.

“Five-star Cold Moon Gun, the Young-Eyebrow sister is amazing.” The porcelain eyelids jumped and the birthday treasure outline appeared. “Polar Five?” There was a slight surprise in my eyes.

Su Xing saw the outline of the birthday when he thought about it.

“The porcelain in this generation of dragonfly apologized, disturbing Su Jun's Yaxing.” The porcelain stashed the treasure book and apologized for the debt.

“Sister Dragonfly's name is a little rushed, but it's also for the sake of porcelain.” Su Xing smiled at Li Longxue.

The porcelain wore its lips and gracefully prepared to leave. “Ceramics said goodbye first. ”

“Wait...” Su Xing suddenly shouted, seeing Li Long Qiu's tight and alert posture. It was funny in his heart.

“Su Jun, what else?” Tinted porcelain.

“Did you really like your brother's flute? ”

The porcelain didn't expect Su Xing to ask. She nodded slightly. In peace of mind, she thought it was played by Ma Lin. The flute contained all kinds of emotions about Dou Xing. The porcelain heard clearly. She thought it was Iron Flute Immortal Tired of Dou Xing, but it came from Su Xing's hand.

Is he really going to end the fight?

“Since the fairy attraction takes the name of the porcelain sister, we play together, but it's not over yet. It's a pity, why don't we do it together?” Su Xing's eyeballs turned and he had some thoughts.

“This...” The porcelain flashed.

“Sister Porcelain, won't you even give her a face? Was the porcelain girl touched by the flute?” Su Xing knew that the relationship between the two was somewhat unusual and also wanted to find this opportunity to get close.

Men are the ones who get the chance, not to mention that Su Xing feels that her porcelain identity is somewhat different.

“But porcelain only knows one ancient violin. ”

“That would be perfect.” Su Xing smiled.

“Sister.” Li Longhui dissatisfied.

The porcelain shook its head. “Okay, porcelain does like this flute, too. Su Jun didn't dislike it. The slaves thanked him. ”

After that, the porcelain took out the "qin" stamped by Kowloon, sat on the floor, fingered the violin, the art of porcelain, like herself, poetic painting, beautiful wheel, just played a little prelude, the strings were delightful, instantly gave Su Xing the illusion of traveling through time and space, full of warmth.

Su Xing suddenly remembered that he had received a well-thought-out text message on Earth, and his subconscious voice said: “The sound of porcelain reminds me of a text message. ”

“Text message? ”

Lin Yingmei, porcelain and Li Longqiu revealed confusion.

“Cough, that's a long poem.” Su Xinghan "doesn't know what poetry is going to make him so memorable?” Porcelain curiosity asked.

Su Xinglang said: "A thousand years ago I was the string that you broke, and across time I came to you with the afterheat of your fingers. No luxury snippets are just plain warm. In the passing years, I know we have more friendships than ever! ”

Porcelain just finds the word strange and full of ambiguity.

“Master Su Xing, you really can see porcelain. There is also a word in porcelain that I would like to match to give to the young lady.” The porcelain stared at Lin Yingmei and moved in his heart.

She whispered softly: "A thousand years ago, a wind and snow moon of chintzas and sounds. I take my vows back to meet you in this life. No sea dead stone rots but begs to be accompanied every second. In the past, I prayed that our story would come to an end! ”

Lin Yingmei's eyes shrunk while climbing.

(To be continued)