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Chapter 33 Jade Flute is Unintentional, Butterfly Fu Intention

Qu Bing heard those people's breathing, footsteps, heartbeats, and swallowing, and knew that they were approaching the secluded room step by step.

She only thought these rhythms were very interesting, so she recorded these different rhythms and waves in her audio library. In contrast to the situation at this time, it seemed that so many people were playing a creative game with her.

These materials are rare.

Although the door was locked and the catchers outside the small attic didn't dare to pant loudly, Qu Bing knew exactly what they were doing, as if everything around them was transparent. The sound of the hail hitting the bird's nest on the branches, Qu Bing can also hear it in his ears; the bad guy across the wall, Qu Bing can even see the muscle tissue of each layer of the left and right ventricles of their hearts - three layers of anti-clockwise rotation Gradually level, one level is horizontal, three levels are clockwise and more and more uneven...

Not only that, Qu Bing was also forced to know a thing or two about the future of these people. In fact, the information was there. Qu Bing was passively grabbing it. He developed his own vision, and recorded and stored these precious data one by one.

For example, there is a man outside wearing a flesh-grey hat. His heart rate is different from that of ordinary people. At the end of his heartbeat, his heartbeat becomes dense and different in length, and even one or two bars are broken. Qu Bing can't help but choke his wrist for him. Sigh: This man died of a heart attack later!This short-lived fate made her sigh again that life is like a white horse passing through the gaps.

There is also an old man, his heartbeat and hands and feet are slightly trembling, the amplitude is like sawtooth, at first it is only as fine as shark teeth, and later it is like a knife and axe. It is really shocking!This is—a precursor to an epileptic seizure!

Those who surrounded them, inside and out, were roughly three layers, some with swords and axes, some with sharp swords, and some with ropes...

All I could hear was the sound of a piccolo in the air.

This voice is very familiar to me, Qu Bing thought, but I don't remember where I heard it.

Suddenly a pair of wings that covered the sky and the sun fluttered and fluttered, and the people outside all narrowed their eyes.Those wings slashed twice very quickly, and the doors and windows of the attic were only slightly slanted, and then the whole piece fell down.

The person facing the light looked at Qu Bing from a close distance from the sky, only to see that she was wearing a goose-yellow dress, facing the light, golden and beautiful, which made people lose their minds and couldn't move their eyes.

Originally, the hail had been falling non-stop, and those who were besieging had been exposed to the hail for a long time, and their physical strength was gradually exhausted.

Qu Bing looked at the man of the Cherv family, worried that he would be injured by the smash.If you look closely, you can only see those hailstones, and if you get close to the man's wings that cover the sky, they will become invisible, as if there is a layer of enchantment that separates the man from the world of ice and snow.That's right, the Cheryl Clan, like the White Bear Clan and the Dragon Clan Clan, is a branch of the Winter Orc Clan, born as one with all things, and is a blessed ethnic group. These natural things cannot hurt him in the slightest.

"Qu Bing, give me your hand." The man said, swooped down, approached the door of the attic that was cut open, grabbed Qu Bing's hands, and immediately hugged Qu Bing in his arms, the people below Before waiting for a response, the two had disappeared into the vast sky.

"I can go by myself, I'm ready to show them the power of my Songling Clan." Qu Bing said.

"It seems that I saved the wrong one." The man smiled.

"You Quelu people, do you still know how to play the flute?" Qu Bing asked, "I have an impression of the sound of the piccolo just now, but I just can't remember where I heard it."

"It looks like you really forgot." The man said, "Qu Bing, do you remember giving someone a jade flute in Quehua Mountain when you were a child?"

"Jade flute?... I have given a few." Qu Bing began to open his memory bank, and recalled earnestly, "I have lived for almost 1000 years. When I was a child, how young was it? Five hundred years old? Six hundred years old? Or tens of years old? Yu Dizi, I gave half a car or even a car. Although it’s not much, I really don’t remember who I gave it to. You really want to test me.”

"I really want to drop you." The man whispered, thinking to himself: I thought it was a unique memory, but she said it so cheaply.It's like she has done charity, there are countless, but she has become a member of the army of charity... This feeling is really indescribable.

"What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly." Qu Bing dislikes people muttering the most. I feel really irritable when I can't hear clearly, but now that I have a tailwind, I can't really complain. He tempered the logic of his question, "What you asked me just now was, do I remember someone gave me a jade flute, does that mean, I gave you one? Is the jade flute easy to use? There are still tunes you want to learn, I will teach you another day."

Although the Emeralds have their own layer of protective barrier from the heavens and the earth, the wind in the sky is a bit strong, and Qu Bing is afraid that he can't hear clearly, so he raised his voice.

"When you were nine years old, you gave a flightless emerald boy a jade flute, and also taught him a "Butterfly Fu", saying that when he learned to fly, he would play this song To relieve the boredom, have you forgotten?" There was still a trace of grievance in the man's heart, "Or do you teach all the Quelu people this song, and everyone gave the jade flute? These two, is it possible that we are the Que? Is it the green clan's coming-of-age ceremony?" There was a hint of anger in his words.

"You are Lu Dong! I remembered, and I also said that there are still people from the Emerald clan who can't fly?" Qu Bing looked at him and said, "Look at how different you are now, you are in the sky. He looks like a god, so handsome!"

"You finally remember me." Lu Dong said, "I'll be at Qixia Mountain later."

"Back then you were so naive, I didn't expect that after 1000 years, the world would be turned upside down like this, I really couldn't recognize it!" Qu Bing said.

"Then what's the matter? Didn't you give that 'stupid' jade flute back then? Didn't you also teach him "Butterfly Fu"? It took me eight or nine hundred years to figure out the meaning of this song, saying that it was given by a woman. For the sweetheart." Lu Dong gave Qu Bing a meaningful look, and said, "When I was blowing in the air to relieve my boredom, a few of the sparrow green tribe friends told me that it meant that, and they laughed and spread the word that I was Those who have families, now, you can admit it."

"I..." Qu Bing's heartbeat skipped a few beats for the first time in thousands of years, and she was surprised by her own reaction.

Chapter 33 The jade flute is unintentional, and the butterfly fu is intentional

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