The ghost leads the way, the sound of music fills the air, there are many ghosts and shadows, the soul returns to the underworld
The ghost flute is Bai Jinxiu's unique weapon. It is an extremely powerful sound attack weapon. When the song "Returning to the Soul" is played, it will frighten the soul, enchant people, and eventually lead to death.
"She is not someone you can mess with casually. Next time I see you murdering Zhuang'er, don't blame me for being ruthless." Wu Jingyu's face was gloomy, his eyes were covered with frost, and he stared at Bai Jinxiu like sharp arrows.
A gloomy voice sounded, with a chilly air, warning.
Bai Jinxiu couldn't help but shudder, and stamped her feet angrily. When her eyes turned to Feng Qingzhuang, her black eyes were no longer clear, but filled with coldness and fierceness, like thousands of sharp arrows shooting out.
If the cold light could kill someone, Feng Qingzhuang would have already been pierced by thousands of arrows.
Feng Qingzhuang's delicate and beautiful face was pale and pale. She ignored Bai Jinxiu's murderous gaze, looked at Mo Yue in front of the carriage, and spoke indifferently and distantly.
"Give me the riding crop and you go down."
She wanted to take the seriously injured Cui'er to Xiangxue Meilin as soon as possible, but she didn't want to waste time at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Hearing this, Mo Yue glanced at her master and saw that he didn't show any signs and was still sitting in front of the carriage holding the whip in his hand.
Looking at the cold and indifferent Feng Qingzhuang, with a hint of alienation in her black pupils as bright as paint, Wu Jingyu sighed helplessly in his heart. He finally got closer to Zhuang'er, but he didn't return to her now.
Returning to the original place, it seems that if you want to scheming people and hugging the beauty back, you need to continue to work hard.
"Zhuang'er, ask Mo Yue to take you to the Fragrant Snow Plum Forest, otherwise I won't worry." A voice as clear and smooth as the wind floated out, making people feel like they are bathed in the spring breeze.
"Well! Mo Yue, let's go." Feng Qingzhuang thought for a moment and nodded. Now that Cui'er is seriously injured and unconscious, she needs someone to take care of her on the road. If she drives the carriage alone, she really won't be able to take care of her.
Mo Yue whipped up his horse whip and hit the horse pulling the cart. The horse spread its hooves and drove towards the south city gate.
"Zhuang'er, as soon as the matters in the clan are settled, I will come to you immediately. Remember, you must guard your heart and don't let others take it away easily."
The carriage drove far away, Wu Jingyu's dark jade-like eyes looked at the carriage reluctantly and warned.
"Young Master, the carriage has gone far." Seeing that the carriage had disappeared around the corner, Mo Yin reminded him.
"I have eyes." Wu Jingyu said with a cold face, feeling so depressed that the heartless woman didn't even know how to lift the curtain and look back.
Mo Yin curled his lips and thought to himself, if he likes someone, he will become stupid like the young master, so it is better not to be emotional in the future.
"Walk!"
Looking longingly at the corner where the carriage disappeared for the last time, Wu Jingyu withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice
I saw him put his hand to his lips and blew a whistle. A jade snow horse covered in snow-white and traveling thousands of miles a day appeared at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Wu Jingyu jumped onto the horse neatly, clamped his legs, and Jue Chen
Then left, running towards the city gate leading to the Shengyue Clan. Mo Yin and Bai Jinxiu did the same. When the whistle blew, the mounts appeared. The two got on their horses and chased Wu Jingyu away.
Before leaving, Bai Jinxiu drew in her inner strength, and the ghost flute that Wu Jingyu had just knocked away returned to her hand.