When the flute sound fell, Luo Ge slowly opened his eyes and looked at Qiang Di.

"Remember?" She put away her long flute.

"Hmm." Qiang Di raised his eyebrows, "So, where is the hiding place of the demon corpse?" This demonic realm has passed for a long time, and the original place has changed with the times.

"Come with me."

Luo Ge tried to twist the moving phantom technique and found that he could still use it, so he secretly recited the technique and left in just a moment.

"The little beauty is not honest with her words. She can obviously use her spiritual power. However, her speed is too slow." Qiang Di sneered and took one step forward to follow Luo Ge.

The two walked around for a while, and when Qiang Di showed impatience, Luo Ge finally stopped.

However, he saw a black demonic energy visible to the naked eye lingering in front of him. Among the demonic aura, a corpse covered with strange white silk could be vaguely seen. After tens of thousands of years, the corpse had already turned into white bones.

The only surprise was that the corpse still maintained the same movements as when it died - he was sitting cross-legged, holding a long flute in his hand, and looking ahead.

"He was recalling the scene when he and the princess first met. He thought that he could reunite with the princess after death, but he didn't know that his soul and resentment had already been integrated into this corner of Eastern Qin, and he could no longer be reincarnated.

Reincarnation." Luo Ge sighed softly and looked at Qiang Di, "Where is your flute?"

Qiang Di stretched out his hand and held out a white jade flute, brought it to his lips, recalled the song Luo Ge had just played, and began to play it silently.

But as soon as he uttered a syllable, the lifeless corpse started to undergo startling changes.

There was only a loud "boom" sound, and the corpse suddenly crushed the long flute in his hand, stood up and shook off the white silk covering his body, and two bright red lights appeared in his empty eye sockets.

He walked stiffly step by step, mumbling as if he was talking.

"Little beauty, do you understand?" Qiang Di was stunned and stopped playing the flute.

"He... is saying, don't insult his flute sound." Luo Ge coughed and lowered his head to cover the corners of his raised lips.

Qiang Di: "..."

A blue vein popped up on his forehead, and his lips twitched faintly.

He was a great demon king, but he was despised by an old skeleton that had been dead for who knows how long?

"Okay, then you can play it again and I will listen. Also, why do you ask this corpse to sit back? I find it disgusting!" Qiang Di took a big step back with disgust, looking directly at him with disgust.

That corpse.

He waved a palm with his backhand, and the wind from his palm blew over the corpse, but it passed through by itself. The corpse ignored the wind from the palm and walked towards Qiang Di, its eyes becoming more and more fierce and evil.

"I'm talking to you, Demon Lord, have you been eroded by demonic energy, or have your brains hit a donkey and been kicked at a critical moment?" Luo Geyun offered the Wood Spirit Pearl gently and asked it to turn into a long flute.

Then he said, "Close your eyes and open them again."

Knowing that someone was cursing him in a roundabout way, Qiang Di couldn't speak quickly, so he held back his anger and closed his eyes in disbelief before opening them again.

The body was gone.

In other words, it is still sitting in its original position!

"He is just scaring you. After tens of thousands of years, his consciousness and soul have been integrated with the resentment. And because he is in the mortal world, the demonic energy cannot be replenished, so it gradually dissipates. Now it is not as good as before.

. He wants to hold on to this illusion, and he also wants to punish those who trespass into the illusion. How can he find the extra energy to fight with you?" Seeing Qiang Di puzzled, Luo Ge shook his head and told the whole story, "I'll play it again.

, just listen to me."

Putting the long flute to her lips, she closed her eyes and started playing slowly.

The strange thing is that this time the corpse did not stand up.

Qiang Di was surprised in his heart, and played the long flute after the Luo song ended. But as soon as he played a syllable, the corpse started to move again.

But when I saw him howling, he still seemed to be mocking me.

This was repeated several times, and a certain snake demon king finally lost his remaining patience.

"Since the little beauty plays well, let me play the long flute." Qiang Di snorted coldly, flicked his long sleeves, and the irritability and anger of the snake clan welled up in his faint snake eyes.

"Okay, I'll play the flute and you'll dance. If nothing happens then, we can just go to hell together." Luo Ge smiled slightly.

Qiang Di: "..."

"Aren't you just here to keep your temper? I don't believe he can bite me to death!"

Qiang Di closed his eyes, recalled the sound of Luo Ge's flute just now, took a deep breath, and began to play slowly.

But this time, the corpse never stood up.

Luo Ge's eyes were filled with sparkles.

He is serious, then——

It's her turn.

Luo Ge snapped his fingers, causing the Mu Lingzhu to transform into a bright red neon feather coat.

Looking at this piece of clothing floating in front of him, Luo Ge was briefly distracted.

Even if I accomplish my great mission, I probably won’t wear this beloved red dress again.

Because, my heart is happy with you.

Luo Ge took a step forward and let the red clothes wrap around him.

Then he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a wisp of breeze blew away the evil spirit and dense fog in this corner. Then the moonlight penetrated the clouds and spread gently down.

Following this tune, Luo Ge dances in the wind.

At that time, the corpse suddenly changed. Countless fluorescent lights were seen flying in, quickly swirling around the corpse, and wrapping it up with a force visible to the naked eye.

When the fluorescent light dissipated, the corpse turned into a handsome young man wearing a dark red robe. The young man held a long flute in his hand, propped his chin with one hand, and looked straight at the red robe. His scarlet eyes were no longer.

What replaced it was tenderness and attachment like moonlight.

Qiang Di heard the strange movement and opened his eyes to see the young master in dark red robes staring in a certain direction. He was stunned and then looked over with that gaze.

At this glance, there was almost something wrong with his flute sound.

The moonlight prefers this corner, illuminating it obliquely, following the girl in red. The girl is dancing in the wind, and the half of the golden dragon mask under the moon is particularly eye-catching.

The mask covered up most of her youthful face, which made people feel deeply regretful when looking at her.

Even so, she still used her red lips to look forward and her lazy eyebrows as her pen; she still used her world-famous red dress and graceful dancing posture as paper to outline it quietly, painting a picture that makes people reluctant to blink after seeing it.

.

At this moment, I saw a slight outline of the girl's lips, adding the final finishing touch to the picture.

Red as cold plum blossoms in the snow; so-called red as the scorching sun!

He is full of pride and ruggedness, but he is also gentle.

As the saying goes, a city can be conquered by a dance, and a country can be conquered by a smile.

"Qiang Di, the sound of your flute has changed a bit."

The ethereal and childish voice penetrated the secret, and suddenly recalled Qiang Di's consciousness.

Qiang Di silently looked at the girl dancing in the wind with fluttering red clothes, and suddenly there was a light in his eyes that he had not noticed.
Chapter completed!