After Zhuang Qingyun hurriedly threw out the lumps of greasy, disgusting things, he jumped onto Aoki's back with all his might, "There are too many snakes, I seem to have been bitten and poisoned, and now I feel weak all over , carry me behind your back..."
Aoki stood still, and pulled Zhuang Qingyun off his back. After checking, he found that he was not bitten at all, but his face was pale. He was really frightened, and unhurriedly untied the flute on his body, " I'm just going to get rid of these things."
As he spoke, he put the flute to his lips and started playing.
Zhuang Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered: Couldn't you drive them away earlier?
Chu Chuyan listened silently, thinking of what Mo Siyu had said to him, he immediately realized that this was Guiyuan song.
He pricked up his ears, listened for a moment, and deeply remembered the tune in his mind.
Sure enough, those snakes on the trees and on the ground slowly slid towards the same direction as if they had received an order, and the number of snakes under their feet suddenly decreased a lot...
Zhuang Qingyun tugged at Qingmu's clothes and followed behind him step by step.
Aoki walked forward quickly while playing the flute.
The Snake Mountain is not big, and you can summon the elk domesticated in the jungle by turning it over...
The sound of the flute is melodious, and it is particularly lingering in the entire silent mountain forest, especially when the sky is getting darker and the mist is rising, the bottom of the mountain seems to be shrouded in clouds and mist.
When Mo Siyu heard the sound of the flute, it was already the time when everything was quiet at night.
There was a fire burning in her cave, she threw the chestnuts into the ashes and roasted them, pulled them out with sticks when they were cooked, and threw them to the little white mink when they were cold, eating them with great enjoyment.
The cave is full of all kinds of fruits and herbs, the neatly arranged bamboo tubes are filled with medicinal powders, the bows and arrows made by myself are hung on the stone wall, and there is a little song in his mouth, which may be Because I had enough food and drink, my mood seemed to be very comfortable.
The sound of the flute came from far away, and Mo Siyu listened attentively, thinking that he had heard it wrong. In this kind of place, besides her, who else has the leisure to play the flute?
Listen again, and sure enough, you can't hear any sound.
She threw the chestnut into her mouth, chewed it a few times before swallowing it, and the intermittent sound of the flute continued to enter the eardrum.
She froze for a moment, and approached the entrance of the cave. The cool night wind blew past slightly, sending the melodious sound of the flute into her ears. It was absolutely true, not an auditory hallucination.
"Someone is here?!" Mo Siyu went to the rock slab and sat down, looked down, and the first thing he thought of was his brother: "Could it be that my brother knew my whereabouts and brought someone in to look for me?"
After thinking about it again, I think it is impossible. I just received a letter from my brother today. I heard that she is living well and has no worries about her life. He seems to be sure that she can live well. He only needs to let her take good care of her body. She didn't say that she must come to find her in person...
Not brother, who else?
It is impossible for a person like the high priest to take risks for her. Could it be that Brother Yan came over?
Thinking of Chu Chuyan, Mo Siyu's little heart skipped a beat. The bottom was shrouded in thick fog. In the red sea in the daytime, there was a hazy fire moving slowly like a dragon. Really, but the sound of the flute really floated over from there...
Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the silent forest, this sound was so familiar, Mo Siyu returned to the cave, picked up a burning torch and threw it down the ground, the flame went all the way down, for a short time The rays of light illuminate the jungle below...