Mu Jieyu, who was immersed in the sound of the flute, couldn't help but look sideways at the man beside him. His exquisite robes were fluttering in the wind, and his black hair was flying. Standing on the cliff, he seemed to be transformed into an immortal in the blink of an eye.
It makes people look misty.
He is so elegant and unique, Lanzhi Yushu. If he were not in such a place, he should be the kind of independent immortal. Being able to play such music, does this mean that there is a trace of Xianyun Yehe in his heart?
Sit and watch the clouds roll and relax, lie down and enjoy the blossoming and falling flowers, the hope and pursuit?
It's just that on days like that, I'm afraid that the man in front of me will never be able to meet him in this life...
Thinking of this, Mu Jieyu couldn't help but sigh heavily.
"How can there be perfection in life? There are always choices to be made, and there is always something to gain." Xuanyuan Zhirong slowly put down his flute and said in a calm voice.
Mu Jieyu felt uncomfortable and looked at him with a pity that she had never noticed: "The so-called giving and receiving are based on having choices. My lord... do you have a choice?"
Her long and narrow eyes narrowed: "Miss Mu, are you sympathizing with me?"
Mu Jieyu suddenly woke up, looked away from Xuanyuan Zhirong's too intimidating gaze, and did not answer.
Xuanyuan Zhirong looked at it for a while, then raised his hand again. The jade flute, which was completely white, was placed across Liang Bo's lips, and his slender fingers danced dexterously.
This time, the flute sound changed from the melodious and gentle in the past, and became majestic, just like thousands of troops marching through the mountains and rivers with overwhelming momentum. No one can match the arrogance and domineering power that looks down on the common people and soars into the sky.
Soon, birds circled one after another, spreading their wings above their heads, and their clear and high-pitched calls intertwined with the majestic flute sounds, forming a unique song.
This scene left Mu Jieyu dumbfounded. She had never believed that dancing or singing could attract butterflies and birds, but now that she had experienced it personally, she knew how deeply this was a shock that penetrated her soul.
Mu Jieyu listened to the sound of the flute in shock, and the circling birds seemed to be still intoxicated by the lingering sound. Xuanyuan Zhirong stretched out his long arm, and a snow-white bird shot down from the sky like an arrow, obediently
It cleverly stopped on Xuanyuan Zhirong's arm.
Mu Jieyu looked at the bird. Its face, the size of a baby's fist, looked very much like a cat's. Its eyes were round and bright. Its small body was only slightly larger than an ordinary pigeon. But it had a slender beak.
It is as sharp as an eagle, with two talons with eight fingers, as black and hard as a hook, and shining with a cold light. It is not an ordinary thing at first glance.
"What's the matter?" Xuanyuan Zhirong stretched out his hands and touched the little thing's head, speaking softly and softly as if he was asking a child.
"It's a disaster, it's a disaster!" The little thing opened his mouth and spat out a small wax ball in the palm of Xuanyuan Zhirong's hand.
Mu Jieyu was startled, not believing that the clear and crisp sound came from the mouth of this little thing. He couldn't help but look at this strange bird that looked like an owl but not an owl, looked like a pigeon but not a pigeon, and looked like a parrot but not a parrot.
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"Don't peek at the uncle, don't peek at the uncle!" The strange bird puffed up its little chest and looked down on Mu Jieyu arrogantly.
Mu Jieyu was startled at first, then his eyes turned cold, he flipped his wrist, flicked his two fingers, and shot a silver needle towards the strange bird.
"Bad woman, bad woman!" the strange bird screamed in a strange voice, but its movements were not slow. It flew up and dodged Mu Jieyu's attack.