Yingmeng leaned over and took the jade flute. When she raised her head, her eyes briefly collided with the beggar man's sight. There was a very clear darkness in her eyes, like an abyss, sharp, indifferent but with pity. Pity? What kind of pity?

Before Yingmeng could figure it out, the beggar man withdrew his gaze and lowered his head indifferently to start playing the unfinished music.

When the low syllables are remembered, it seems that fate is becoming more and more stubborn, determined, and waiting for an opportunity to reoccupy the land.

Yingmeng put the jade flute at her mouth and was slowly brought into the rhythm. At the beginning, it depicted the haze of fate in conjunction with the sound of the flute.

Suddenly, the jade flute played a slow and sad tone, as if it was a lament for the unfortunate fate. A trace of tranquility and warmth appeared in the music, expressing the desire for peace, I don’t know who is depicting the desire in my heart.

At the same time, fate continues to move forward, and the chains are slowly lengthening to try to bind all living beings who are eager to resist, and the momentum of trying to dominate everything becomes stronger and stronger.

The jade flute suddenly played a powerful and firm melody, and the continuous upward sounds formed a force to drive away bad luck. The struggle between people and destiny became more intense.

The music was suddenly filled with light and extremely joyful emotions, as if the carnival after victory, but just before the magnificent triumph, the carnival suddenly stopped, and the intimidation of fate sounded from afar, stronger than before, with an arrogant spirit.

After several struggles, the answer to whether a person can get rid of his fierce and cruel fate is gone in the hedge of the sound stream.

"A good song, I haven't had such a good time to get along with each other for a long time. But if it's not your own emotions, there is no need to play it." The beggar man interrupted his blowing with a high notes. "I will give the words I gave to that girl decades ago to you who are like her. When playing other people's music, don't think you have other people's mood."

After saying that, he snatched the jade flute, limped away, and shouted while walking. "Why are the juniors nowadays like puppets who match... They are just like flag answers when playing the flute..."

Yingmeng was a little stunned. She seemed to have understood something, but she didn't understand anything.

"That... aren't you ever embarrassed in your mind?"

Ying Meng glanced at him and said calmly. "I used to have it, but I'll lose my world if I've seen it."

Seeing that Ziyuan was choked and could not speak, Yingmeng raised her eyebrows and plagiarized Yang Cang's lines. "You must be shameful first. You don't look in the mirror to see what you are like now. Believe me, others will only be an old beggar despising a little beggar, and no one will think that you are a young man from a noble family."

Ziyuan glared at Ying Meng angrily. "Then will I be humiliated for nothing? I was saved by a beggar."

Yingmeng looked at him carefully for three seconds, with no expression on his face. "Don't tell me that you didn't realize that the beggar was not simple. You may not be as good as him."

Ziyuan glanced around and frowned and said, "But others don't think much."

Yingmeng continues to add to the point of injustice. "Others only think you are a beggar."

"This must be the biggest failure in my life."

Ziyuan's words were just finished and a ingot of broken silver was thrown to him

"I would like to buy clothes for this silver so that I will not stop you from the street and your clothes are not dirty!"

Zi Yuan: "..." He almost swallowed the look of Yingmeng's smile on his face without breathing, and ascended to the spot.

"Idiot! Take a look at who I am!"

"You can...Brother Zi!"

Ziyuan looked at his idiot, but he was so angry that he kicked him.

"Brother Zi, why... I know, it must be that trash..."

Ziyuan pushed him away and looked pleased him. I don’t know if it was because of Ying Meng’s expression or because his follower was too bright and beautiful, and there was no wrinkle on his body.

On Ziyuan's side, his followers quickly surrounded him and spread out like apologizing, beating the drum and passing through flowers. Then there were various discussions, ridicule, and insulting a waste. They didn't know if they thought they would please him, it would be a humiliation for Ziyuan. If Yingmeng is a waste, then what is the person who survived by Yingmeng?

On the other side, Han Xi stared at the shadow dream that was sank on the ground and was dying.

"What's going on?" Han Xi's voice was cold and noble, and there was a little worry in her tone that was not easy to detect. This was not like Ying Meng's usual personality, she seemed confused with a sense of depression.

Yingmeng looked up at the sky lazily. She knew that the other party was asking why she was so embarrassed. The journey was not difficult.

She could say that it was because the two big ills got together and had a chemical reaction. Then she walked around and smashed the powerful wedding from the sky. She appeared among the two armies and was regarded as a spy... Can such a shameful thing be said?

Yingmeng blinked and sighed. The sound of the flute kept echoing in her ears. She suddenly felt so tired. Yingmeng said weakly. "I... I'm almost out of reach."

Han Xi was stunned at first, and shouted, her voice was very light. "Stop kidding." But her trembling voice seemed to be telling something.

Two lines of clear tears slid down from Yingmeng's eyes, moving away like Han Xi little by little. "I... am about to die."

Han Xi was stunned for a moment and looked at Ying Meng's eyes. It was full of seriousness and a hint of sadness.

No, right? Really fake? Pretend.

But looking at Yingmeng's performance, she seemed a little uncertain. After all, Ziyuan was jumping around just now, and Yingmeng leaned against the corner from beginning to end.

Could it be that she was injured? Could it be that Yingmeng suffered some injuries to protect Ziyuan? Will Yingmeng die? This idea made her hands and feet a little cold, like falling into an ice cave. A strange feeling lingered in her heart, and she seemed...

Just as she was immersed in her thoughts, Yingmeng approached her little by little.

"Hungry……"

Yingmeng raised her hand and touched her.

"……Hungry……"

Han Xi's eyes were sad and anxious, and she helped to grab Ying Meng's hand. She seemed to be clear

What's gone, that feeling... Was she one step late?

Suddenly, the colors in her eyes were entangled with intensity, and her brows frowned slightly.

Yingmeng glanced at her and was a little confused. What was going on with the way she was about to explain her last words? Yingmeng silently pulled back her hand, turned her direction, and reached into her waist bag.

Han Xi:??

After a few seconds of rustling, a straw cake was touched out.

Yingmeng: "I'm almost starving to death."

Han Xi:…!!

"I'm still hungry, is there anything else?"

Seeing the grass cakes quickly killing them, she looked at her Yingmeng with a gaze. Han Xi clenched her fists hard. She couldn't help but beat people on the street. Although she was a little unpolite,...

Han Xi punched Ying Meng's head

Ying Mengxun jumped away and stepped back to avoid him.

But she was really hungry! She hadn't had a good meal for several days. She now had no cultivation to protect herself, and she couldn't jump anymore. She realized that Han Xi waved her palm without any moves, as if she wanted to vent her anger, and she immediately did not waste her energy and desire.

Forget it, others care about her, and she teases others. It was a bit wrong for her, so she let Han Xi vent her anger. I wonder if she could lend her some money to buy food when she was happy. She just saw the candied haws.

"Enough, enough, click until you."

Zi Yuan was the first to notice the riot here. She was a little surprised to find Ying Meng's slow movements and embarrassed look. Isn't this Ying Meng's strength?

Could it be that she was injured halfway through?

Thinking of the other party, it might be because he was injured, and now, for some reason, he was chased and beaten by Han Xi.

Ziyuan felt that he could not just watch it, so...

He had no choice but to close his eyes.

Brother, I'm sorry, Han Xi, he can't afford to offend you. May the way of heaven bless you.

Yingmeng was kicked and rolled down on the ground, waved her hands and shouted in panic, but her embarrassing appearance did not make the surroundings laugh because they were even more shocked and very shocked.

When will Han Xi do such an rude thing? The previous lateness can be said to be an accident. What about this?

Oh my God, Yingmeng did something that made her so rude.

Everyone looked at Yuan, Han Xi, and Yingmeng again. Suddenly they felt that they understood.

Yingmeng squatted on the ground, covering her head, looking aggrieved. In fact, she didn't understand why Han Xi was so angry. However, when she looked at the food she had plundered from Han Xi in her sleeve, she charged some mental damage fees and finally could barely get some stomach up.
Chapter completed!