In late autumn, the mountains and forests at night are chilling, and there are not many leaves on the branches.
The sound of the clear flute filled the mountains, with a little sorrow and helplessness, and it could not be removed.
The shadow of the dome was searching along the sound of the flute, and the night fog in the mountains floated with her figure.
When the person holding the flute saw that she was coming, he stopped playing. He had no choice but to use the sound of the flute to attract her, otherwise how could she come?
Qiongying remembers that he had once talked with Fei Li to enjoy the scenery at night, and his flute sound seemed to echo in his ears.
"Qiongying, long time no see." Wu Yue looked at her with a complicated expression. Unexpectedly, after a year, she moved to the Beiyan Palace again.
"Wu Yue, what's the matter?" Qiongying also looked at Wu Yue. She couldn't remember how long she had known Wu Yue. Things she didn't remember usually have been for a long time.
"I'm sorry to lure you out in this way." Wu Yue rubbed the jade flute in his hand. He didn't like playing the flute because he felt like something that was robbing Feng Feili.
"No obstacle." Qiongying withdrew her gaze and looked at the night at the foot of the mountain.
"Qiongying, tell you a story. According to legend, there is a kind of divine beast called the phoenix. They will never end and will never die. After death, they will not fall into the cycle of reincarnation, but will be reborn in the fire and eventually be reborn in the fire.
"Wu Yue said slowly.
"What the hell do you want to say?" Qiongying frowned slightly.
"If I say Feng Feili is still alive, do you believe it?" Wu Yue looked at her and asked seriously.
"I believe, but where is he?"
From the fact that Qiongying never erected a tombstone for Feng Feili, it can be seen that she believes it.
"I don't know, the hexagrams of his destiny are endless, and they will definitely not disappear so easily." Wu Yue was a little relieved, and Qiongying believed it, but he was afraid that she would not believe it.
The night wind raised the two of them, and it was rare to get along so calmly.
Wu Yue felt a little uncomfortable. Feng Feili was standing here with her last year. Now if it were him, he felt like he had taken Feng Feili's things. If Feng Feili was still there, he wouldn't mind with Feng.
If he had to fight for a while, he could stand here openly and for granted.
"Qiongying, are you looking for him?"
"Can't find it." Qiongying looked at the sky. If he was really reborn in the ashes, he would be willing to go through the Xuantian Continent even if he was searching through it.
"Do you really want to see him?" Wu Yue looked depressed. Actually, he wanted to ask, do you miss him very much?
"No, I just want to know if he is good. Of course, it would be better if I could see him." Qiongying said frankly. She wanted to know where he was. If he wanted to see her, she would go to see him, or
Wait for him to see her.
Wu Yue was surprised that she would say no, what kind of relationship did she have for Feng Feili? She surpassed her confidant, but not love, life and death, but not longing, just want to know if he is good or not.
He only has a slight understanding of love. Is this true love just to know if the other party is good?
"No matter where he is, he must be better than you in his mood." Wu Yue firmly believed, who was Feng Feili? The former down-and-out royal family, the rulers who came to the empire, had leisure to travel, and his mood was even him.
It's worse than that.
"I hope." Qiongying admitted that he had a bad temper and a bad mood.
"So don't be close to your arms. He doesn't want to see you like this." Wu Yue comforted. He didn't want to explore the relationship between her and Feng Feili, which only increased his worries, because even if Feng Feili was still alive, he had disappeared.