The man in the hole flute glanced at her faintly, with a hint of sarcasm dyed with thin lips: "Are you sure you are coming up? You won't regret it when you get on the man's boat? It's enough to do the wrong thing once."
Luo Xing'er was very puzzled by his strange words, but he was almost drowned, so who cares about the rest!
Could it be that he could still eat her? To be honest, her current kung fu can knock down several people, and she is still afraid of him?
"I'm going up."
The man in the cave flute bent down and stretched out a pale hand. Luo Xing'er quickly held him, feeling that the hand was cold and heartbroken. How could human hands be so cold?
But when the man pulled her gently, she fell on the boat like a lotus coming out of water.
The man glanced at her faintly and landed on her wet-clothed body. The atmosphere suddenly became strange. Luo Xing'er's face became hot, but he turned his head calmly.
Luo Xing'er quickly used the fire-type spiritual power to dry her clothes, and soon her whole body was dry, refreshing.
But the drunken head was still a little dizzy.
"Where are you going, I'll take you ashore." The man was still standing by the boat and looking at the water and sky.
Luo Xing'er was stunned. At least she took off her mask. Her beauty actually made the man feel unmoved. It seemed that she had met a calm master.
She relaxed. If the man seemed interested in her, she would find it boring. Such a chance meeting could make her get along easily.
"I don't want to go ashore. If you don't mind, let me sit here. I also want to raft on the lake and see the scenery."
She just went back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and she didn't want to go back.
"Whatever you want."
Luo Xing'er looked him up and down. The man was a little thin but very slender and well-proportioned. He was wearing a silver undercurrent robe. Because he couldn't see his face, he was not very clear, but he should not be over thirty years old.
She felt relieved inexplicably when she saw his black jade-like black hair falling on her robe. Fortunately, this was not a foggy and snowy hair.
Luo Xing'er couldn't help but sigh inwardly that she was overly alert. No matter what shape or voice she spoke, she didn't speak like Ji Fan. How could she think of him?
"Can I know your name?" Once Luo Xing'er relaxed, her expression became natural.
"nothingness."
Luo Xing'er frowned. This is a pseudonym. Isn't it just that nothingness means non-existence? This person doesn't want to reveal his real name, but it's not surprising that no one in the world will easily reveal his name.
"My name is Luo Xing'er." She didn't hide it. She was in a bad mood today and didn't want to be too prepared.
After a silence, the boat shook gently on the lake. She really doubted whether he had heard it. She felt that it was ignored for the first time.
"The song you just played is very nice, ancient and far away, and makes people feel calm. I like it very much. Did you write it yourself?"
That song could make her irritability fade, and she sink into peace, and all the killings and anger calmed down.
"That person used to like it very much." Xu Wu said.
"What did you do for her? That person is the one you like?"
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There was another silence in the boat.
Luo Xing'er couldn't help but worry: "I'm sorry, I don't want to inquire about you."
Xuwu stopped talking, but just sat by the boat and quietly started playing the song again. Luo Xing'er leaned against the soft cushion in the cabin and listened silently to the sound of water and flute.