Chapter 186

After flying for several days, he was awakened by a very heavy and gloomy smell.

As a result, when you look around, you can see that there is a very old ancient city below, from which the gloomy air comes.

The ancient city is large in scale, with broken walls and dilapidated buildings everywhere. Spider nets, weeds, rocks and dust are all over the streets. The whole ancient city is shrouded in a layer of mist, and there is no sign of vitality.

On the roof of the tallest room in the ancient city, however, stood a young man, dressed in brown, dancing in the light wind, with a delicate sandalwood coffin on his head. Facing the gusts of wind, he stood there like a solidification, blowing a long jade flute.

The flute sound is long, sad and graceful, and the sudden beating notes are like snowflakes floating in the air, one after another sprinkled on the green tiles of the ancient city tower; The bleak sound of the empty valley is like the freezing rain in the cold winter night, jingling against the old screen windows.

All the flowers and plants in the city are also infected. From the slanting leaves and branches, they drop crystal tears and immerse in the soil. It seems that they want to call back the dead people. They will no longer let the missing Piper live alone and blow away the sadness and desolation of the world.

Michen stops the fairy boat and listens quietly. He is also moved by this deep obsession. Although it is gloomy under the city, it gives people a sense of melancholy and melancholy. Once he pays attention, he doesn't want to leave.

He has experienced the underworld, and also saw the experience of Xia Qi. Michen still has some understanding of the expectation of yin and Yang.

With the sound of the flute and the infiltration of the grass dew, a wisp of ghost slowly floats out of the void of the ancient city.

Slowly, as like as two peas in a sarcophagus, a very beautiful woman, with a sad look, is plainly sad.

She, standing in the same place, gazed at the man who played the flute. After a long time, she rose to the top.

With the rising figure, the song is like weeping and complaining

The wind and the sun trap the flowers, and the clear peaks take advantage of each other.

Come late, light red and fragrant.

Straighten out the dizziness and residual powder of waist and limbs.

String language, dream people, tianwaixin

The green apricots are in pairs, and the cherry shoots are recommended.

For whom one and sell loss.

It's not stable to count the good times.

Spring is gone, how to be him, clear day forever

The songs of the wrists and the flute music of the men float in this cold and empty ancient city.

A song, the beautiful woman, has floated near, the young man slowly put down the Jade Flute, staring at her.

After seeing each other for a long time, the beautiful woman whispered: "yanlang..."

Two lines of clear tears flow down, light body is also slightly shaking.

The young man stepped forward and held her in his arms.

In the wind of sandalwood, the man looked at her lovingly, and then whispered:

"Others call me Yan heartless, not I am heartless, but my feelings are given to you..."

"No matter what the cost is, even with life..."

"Sister Yan, I want you to live..." Yan said mercilessly.

"Yanlang, I've been blessed with you in my previous life. I'm really satisfied..."

"For ten years, I don't want to reincarnate. I just can't bear you. Although we can only meet once a year, it's so short, but I still can't bear to..."

Speaking of this, the weeping sound of Hua Yueyan is more heartbreaking