The figure is the same as the sound of the sixth flute, as clear as if it has absorbed the brilliance of the sun and moon.
After following him for a short distance, she found that the man was moving very fast. After several twists and turns, when the crowd in front of her increased, she actually lost sight of him.
There has never been anyone she has lost with.
It's completely normal to lose track of him. Because... the other person must not be a human being.
He pursed his lips and said nothing.
She casually started wandering around again, maybe because the location was a little off, there were not as many people on the street as before, but it was still lively.
There are many shops selling lanterns and flower lamps on the left and right sides of the road. Several lanterns are hung in front of each shop, forming two long lines of lanterns that seem to be endless. It is dazzling and beautiful.
She looked at the lanterns in front of her for a while, then her eyes lingered for a while on the large pile of lanterns displayed by the vendors, and she looked back inadvertently.
In the dark place where the two streets intersect, the figure stands happily, clear and clear.
He was wearing crescent-white clothes, with clear-cut features and picturesque eyebrows, like a person walking out of a painting, unstained by dust.
Among thousands of passers-by, he was left alone and independent, wasting his time.
It seems that no one in the world can compare with him.
Thinking of not being able to find him before, suddenly looking back, he was in a dimly lit place!
He also stared at her intently, looking at her beautiful figure next to the colorful lanterns, like an immortal who had emerged from the mortal world, like an immortal in a dream.
He had seen her face too many times, and it was still so stunningly beautiful that just one look would make people unforgettable.
Without moving away, his clear eyes and her cold eyes met in the air, without any sparks or embarrassment.
It's like looking at a long-lost friend.
She walked over and he... floated over.
It's really made of floats.
It was not Qinggong, but walking without even touching the ground, leaving no shadow on the ground. His whole body was like a transparent wisp of ghost.
He stopped a few steps in front of her and opened his lips quietly, "Are you...looking for me?"
The sound is clear and melodious, with a slight magnetism, which is extremely pleasant to the ear.
"What do you think?" she asked.
He smiled lightly, and there seemed to be a faint brilliance between his eyebrows.
"Why do you want to help me?" She didn't say much nonsense.
He thought for a moment, "You mean Mei Lin Xiaozhuli, the sixth level of sonic power?"
"It's really you."
He nodded lightly, "It's you, so of course I want to help."
When she raised her eyebrows, she would not naively think that she was so beautiful that even ghosts would be fascinated by her.
At this time, people began to stare at Feng Jingyun and point at her. Everyone cast a strange light on her face, "Tsk, tsk, tsk... Such a beautiful woman is actually a madman!"
"Yes," someone nodded, "she actually talked to the air. Talking to herself..."
"There must be something wrong with her mind..."
"It doesn't matter if she is sick. Who made her look so beautiful? Even if she has a problem, there are still people who are willing to marry her. Look at her clothes. The material is made of the finest silk. If you are born rich, you must be noble..."
"So what if you were born into wealth, you're just a fool?" Many people sneered.
Feng Jingyun was too lazy to listen to people's comments and started to leave.
He reached out and held her wrist, glancing around with his clear pupils, and his figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
When her wrist was grabbed, she felt the cold feeling of being held.
Although Jun Mo Shang's body is cold, it has flesh and blood and feels like an entity.
