Chapter 549: The secret of the purple-clothed sect master! 【10】
The secret of the purple-clothed sect master!【10】
After the last experience, she knew that this time, she alone could not let the evil spirit of the ghost flute backfire, and she thought that since this kind of thing has spirituality, it must be connected with the mind.
She thought silently in her heart, control the purple-clothed sect master...control the purple-clothed sect master...control the purple-clothed sect master...
The sound of the flute came out faintly, and it seemed to be different from last night. It was a very faint and faint sound, as if it was an intoxicating lullaby, gentle and gentle...
The purple-clothed sect master's eyelids closed slightly, and he couldn't help but fall into the sound of the flute, unable to concentrate at all.[
Su Qiqi opened her eyes and glanced at the purple-clothed sect master. She knew that she had grasped the key. It turned out that the ghost flute was indeed connected with people's thoughts.
As long as you can concentrate on it, it will receive your instructions.
Let him sleep...let him sleep...let him sleep...
She silently recited it over and over again in her heart.
The sound of the flute in her hand became better and better, and it really sounded like the sound of nature. Her fingers, guided by the ghost flute, gently pressed each sound hole.
The sound of the flute is getting better and better, as if it brings people into a fairyland.
The flowers are in full bloom there... The spring is brilliant, and the soft spring sun is spread on people's bodies as gently as cotton. People just lie there among the flowers, and their noses are filled with the faint fragrance of flowers, fresh and soft.
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The purple-clothed sect master gradually fell into that fairyland, and he seemed to have a trace of his thoughts telling him that these were all hallucinations, and none of these were real.
He must stay awake.
But he couldn't control himself at all, and the notes entered his mind one by one.
The faint sound of the flute over and over again.
He finally couldn't control his thoughts, and gradually closed his eyes, sinking into the fairyland of blooming flowers.
A sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Su Qiqi watched the purple-clothed sect leader fall into a deep sleep, then put down the ghost flute, took a deep breath, and realized that she seemed to have experienced a battle.
On the forehead, small beads of sweat were spread on the forehead.
He stretched out his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glanced at the purple-clothed sect master who was sleeping softly.