Nalan Jinlian nodded slightly, a little disappointed, "I wonder if the young master could play it once more? There were some parts I didn't hear clearly earlier!"
Zhou Yunshen couldn't ask for more.
"It's not very convenient here, why don't we find another place?"
"Let's go to the garden in front then!"
"Please lead the way, miss!"
Nalan Jinlian nodded.
The two walked one after the other.
Little did they know, on the other side of the wall, several men in black were attacking Chu Yu, who, holding a flute in one hand, was calmly responding.
Each move was ruthless, showing no mercy.
He had just sent Luoyi to handle something, and happened to think of Jinnian, playing the flute randomly, only to attract these people.
After dealing with the last person, Chu Yu heard a familiar flute melody.
"..."
Who is it?
He hurriedly followed the sound to find out.
Nalan Jinlian pressed her lips together.
The young master in front played well, but something was missing.
