Lord, you must yearn for the light

144 Chapter 11 Heterogeneous Comprehension [-]
The sound of the flute surrounds the entire Jinfeng Mountain, the surrounding sky is changing very much, the cracks in the dry well are constantly shrinking, the sound of the flute is playing faster and faster, and the man's physical strength seems to be constantly exhausted.

Little hairy boy, squeak, is it my little boy? !
Shengge was a little anxious.

[Yes, yes, miss, hurry up and rescue your little brat! 】

As soon as the sound of the system came out, the silver needle in Sheng singer's middle flipped and appeared out of nowhere, and she approached the person playing the flute.

The man seemed to be unable to hold on anymore, the flute gradually weakened, and suddenly there was a burst of strength, the man glanced at Shengge.

With a wave of Shengge's sleeve, the illusory silver needle sank in, and the dry well was sealed again and suppressed underground again.

"Boom—"

The snow-colored ice flute fell to the ground, and Ren'er swayed twice. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, dyeing the color of the ice flute red.

Shengge took action in time and took his little cub into his arms.

Delicate and beautiful man.

[Xingye, who is transformed from the life fragments of this plane, you have to work hard, little sister. 】

Shengge had a cold face: I'll settle the score with you later!
[…Miss, what’s wrong with me? 】

It's so panicky.

Shengge glanced at his arms and passed out to Xingye, the hostility all over his body couldn't help but grow, the system flinched, as if he knew what was going on.

But what can it do?
Jiang Liu also rushed over, glanced at the handsome man in Shengge's arms, and was shocked.

Then he frowned and looked at the dry well whose seal had been strengthened, and the ice flute that had fallen on the seal.

"This flute..."

Jiang Liu bent over to pick it up.

Before the palm touched the flute, it was bounced away by a powerful attack.

Jiang Liu took a few steps back again and again, unable to hide the shock in his eyes, looking at the lethal flute.

"The flute recognizes the master, and others can't get close."

There was a strange color on Jiang Liu's face, and his own hand was covered with ice, which was very cold.

Jiang Liu's expression changed and he hurriedly restrained himself.

"This flute..."

The next words were a bit unspeakable. Jiang Liu gritted his teeth and forced the cold air out of his body bit by bit. His face turned pale by more than one degree.

Shengge supported Xingye to sit him on the ground, and was about to heal his injuries when Cheng Wenran and his group rushed over.

"How is this going?"

Cheng Wenran put away his sword and walked quickly to the place where the immortal beasts were sealed.

"Just now when we were wielding the sword, we encountered irresistible resistance, and we heard the sound of a flute in mid-air..."

As Cheng Wenran said, his eyes fell on Sheng Ge who was healing Xing Ye.

"Who is this?"

Sheng Ge didn't make a sound, Jiang Liu said with a pale face: "I don't know who is the person who re-sealed the fairy beast."

Cheng Wenran frowned.

Isn't it superfluous for them to come here?
"Could this be the flute that made the flute sound just now?"

Cheng Wenran stepped forward and reached out to pick up the flute. Jiang Liu was about to stop him, but it was too late.

"what--"

The ice flute sent out an attack and bounced Cheng Wenran, and Shen Yan caught her in time.

"Are you okay?"

Cheng Wenran frowned: "This flute..."

Jiang Liu covered his hand and said in a heavy voice: "The flute recognizes its master, you can't touch it, use your internal strength to force the cold air out of your body, otherwise..."

Before Jiang Liu finished speaking, Cheng Wenran felt a chill spreading from the palm of his hand.

Cheng Wenran lowered his eyes, turned pale, and immediately suppressed the approaching cold air.

"What kind of flute is this that is so powerful?" Cheng Wenran suppressed the approaching cold in time, and his face also turned pale, "It doesn't look like..."

Before Cheng Wenran finished speaking, Shengge, who had treated Xingye's injuries, helped Xingye to stand up.

Opening her palm, the ice flute was attracted to her and held tightly in her hand.

She took Xing Ye away.

Cheng Wenran and Jiang Liu looked at the ice flute tightly held by Shengge in shock at the same time.

"This flute belongs to Junior Sister Shengge?" Cheng Wenran was shocked.

Jiang Liu couldn't hide the surprise on his face, and shook his head in confusion: "No, it's not hers..."

Cheng Wenran slightly suppressed the coldness in his body, and looked at the direction of Shengge's departure with complicated eyes.

"Then how...how can she touch that flute?"

Jiang Liu didn't speak, and he didn't know either.

Dizi really recognized his master, otherwise he and Cheng Wenran would not have attacked them as enemies when they approached.

As for why Shengge can...

It can't be that Dizi also recognizes Shengge as his master, right?
Shengge took the people away directly. Jiang Liu and others wanted to follow, but found that Shengge was too fast and disappeared without a trace after a while.

The most difficult thing to accept this fact here is Shen Yan.

He first looked at Jiang Liu, then at Cheng Wenran, and now he also looked in the direction Shengge left.

Ever since he appeared, Shengge's eyes never stopped on him.

And that icy-looking man she took away.

...

Shengge took away Xing Ye and the ice flute that belonged to Xing Ye entirely because he felt that there were too many people in the sealed place and it was too noisy.

She had already healed Xingye's injuries. It wasn't serious, it was just that her immortal power had been exhausted.

Shengge put the man on the ground and let him lean against a tree.

Standing in front of Xing Ye, she looked at Xing Ye's face carefully and seriously.

Very satisfied!

He is indeed my little boy.

It's always nose to nose, eyes to eyes, mouth to mouth...

And most importantly, the identity of the little brat is still very unusual.

He is not from the cultivation world.

According to the plot that Sheng Ge knew, there is a fairy world above the realm of comprehension, otherwise, where did the suppressed fairy beast come from?
Xing Ye came here this time, probably because he sensed the sudden weakness of the seal of the fairy beast, so he came to strengthen the seal.

Shengge squatted in front of Xingye, with his arms on his knees, playing with Xingye's ice flute in his hand.

It turns very smoothly.

Shengge waited for a while, but there was no sign of Xingye waking up.

She frowned.

Putting the ice flute in front of Pink Lips, the sound of the flute gradually disappeared into Xing Ye's ears.

Xingye slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a woman in white squatting in front of him with a wanton posture, playing his flute.

Xingye suspected that he was wrong.

No one else can touch his ice flute, how can there be a woman who can still play the sound?
"you're awake?"

Shengge took the ice flute away from his mouth, held it tightly in his hand, watched Xingye opened his eyes, and looked at Shengge with a little confusion in his eyes.

Shengge hooked her lips, and her thinned lips moved slightly: "Your savior."

Xingye's body was just exhausted of his immortal energy, but it was actually nothing serious. After he woke up, his body slowly recovered.

He glanced at the woman in front of him, it was the woman who helped him to seal the fairy beast.

Xingye's gaze fell on the flute among the Sheng singers again.

(End of this chapter)