Some people say that the red on this jade flute is dyed red with other people's blood.

It is also said that red is the color of the flame, because the phoenix can only live forever after being baptized by the flame, just like the phoenix nirvana.

However, in Lan Yutang's own opinion, his jade flute seems to be no different from other jade flutes except for the slightly unusual texture and color.

This is just a very ordinary, very ordinary, and even no outstanding jade flute.

That being said, it is well known that the music that comes out of the seven holes of this jade flute can lead you into a realm of death.

Even when you are still fully immersed in the wonderful state that the music brings, you have already unconsciously walked into the abyss of death.

This is a jade flute that kills people.

However, when Lan Yutang saw the man outside the red willow house, his hand, which was already holding the jade flute tightly, slowly put it down.

It's not that he didn't have the confidence to kill the man, nor did he dare to kill the man, but that the man had almost perfect hands.

In these immaculate hands, in the left hand he held a gentle, thin, almost transparent knife, while in his right hand he held a flute identical to his—only of a different color.

One is white jade, as white as his hands, and the other is ruin, with the color of fire.

In this world, I am afraid that only the fast knife Xiang Fang will have such a flawless pair of hands, and I am afraid that only the fast knife Xiang Fang will have a jade flute that is exactly the same as him.

Even the only way to play the same tune as him was to be able to play the same tune as the fast knife to the side.

Because, they used to be friends.

Because Lan Yutang had a request for Ogi Mirror Palace, he had to be friends with him.

However, he knew that although Kuaidao Xiangfang was a person from the Ogi Mirror Palace, he was not a very bad person, and it could even be said that he was still a person with excellent cultivation.

If he wanted women, with his unparalleled and flawless hands, he must have many more women than his immortal phoenix.

Today, the reason why he wants to go to the red willow must be because there is something else, not because he has a crush on the red willow.

In his eyes of Lan Yutang, although the red willow is a stunning beauty, but in the eyes of his quick knife, I am afraid it is nothing.

So, what is the matter with him looking for Hongliu?

Lan Yutang fell into a deep voice.

Since he joined the Dijing Palace three months ago, the palace master has always told him to do something that he doesn't want to do at all, and he doesn't want to do, but for the sake of Ding Yuehua's injury, he can't help but do it.

Because Ding Yuehua's injury is an extremely serious internal injury, in this world, I am afraid that only the light bamboo grass of the Dijing Palace can be rescued.

Suo Ming Tsing Yi is his best friend in this life, Suo Ming Tsing Yi once entrusted Ding Yuehua to him to take care of, so no matter what kind of misunderstanding, no matter what method he uses, he will heal Ding Yuehua's injuries, and he will return Tsing Yi to a complete Ding Yuehua.

That's why he took Ding Yuehua and left, so he went to the Dijing Palace, because he knew that only the light bamboo grass of the Dijing Palace could save her.

He even did not hesitate to swear a heavy oath that as long as the Dijing Palace was willing to treat Ding Yuehua, he would promise to help them do things until Ding Yuehua's injuries were completely healed.

Seeing that it was about to be time to ask for the antidote from the Ogi Mirror Palace, did Xiang Fang bring some new tasks to explain to him?

Thinking of this, Lan Yutang seemed to be unable to sit still anymore.

He decided to go back.

He couldn't delay asking for light bamboo grass because of his own selfish desires.

He told himself again and again that when he went back this time, he definitely didn't want to find Hongliu, but wanted to ask what task the palace master had brought to Fang by the fast knife.

However, I am afraid that even he himself cannot be convinced of this reason.

Because everyone could see that between his eyebrows, he was already full of vinegar, and the overwhelming nervousness made him unable to sit down anymore.

He finally stood up.

Hearing a gentle knock on the door, Hongliu's frowning brows suddenly relaxed, thinking that Lan Yutang was back, and hurriedly got up to open the door.

However, when the door opened, he suddenly found that the person who came in was not Lan Yutang, but another person, a man in white.

The man in white just stood outside the door, smiling at her, smiling casually, but this casual smile was so charming.

His smile was enough for her to ignore his actual age.

On the surface, although he is still very young, he has the kind of youth that only a hairy boy can have, but after a closer look, you will find that in fact, he is not so young.

He is handsome and chic, but he is not the kind of embroidered pillow-style handsome, without any pink grease smell, and there is some mature man's charm between his eyebrows.

Actually, that's not the most attractive part of the red willow.

Because what really makes Hongliu feel excited is not the man's handsome and almost suffocating face, but his hands.

It was a perfect pair of hands.

It was a pair of hands that even the most confident woman in the world would be jealous of.

When Hongliu saw these hands for the first time, he couldn't even imagine how such a flawless pair of hands could grow on a man's body.

Looking at his hand, Hongliu's eyes immediately bloomed with a flame-like brilliance, as if he had seen a priceless piece of jewelry.

This is a pair of priceless hands.

Although Hongliu could already see his god, Xiang Fang didn't feel the slightest uneasiness and restraint, and he even smiled at her.

Then, he made a chic spin of the white jade flute in his hand, and the bell at the top jingled, and said lightly: Today, I want to spend the night with you, I don't know if it's inconvenient?

Hongliu was going to refuse, because she suddenly remembered Lan Yutang.

Although Lan Yutang is only one of the secular men who come to her to have fun and vent to her, he is really good to her.

He didn't look down on her like other men.

She even felt that Lan Yutang might have fallen in love with her, and she seemed to have a little bit of a good impression of Lan Yutang, but this kind of good feeling was not the kind of good impression that a prostitute had on the spot, but a kind of feeling that sprouted from the bottom of her heart from the lover to her lover.

She thought that she seemed to have fallen in love with Lan Yutang.

However, I don't know why, when she was thinking about Lan Yutang's various emotions, her eyes kept staring at Xiang Fang's hand.

It's a flawless pair of hands.

Looking, looking, and then, she couldn't help but nod.

She really didn't understand what she was nodding for, was it just because of his flawless hands?

On his hands, there seems to be a kind of magic that can't bear to be refused.

Xiang Fang seemed to have expected that she would not refuse at all, because no woman could refuse his flawless hands.

So, he smiled knowingly at her, raised his foot and walked in, as casually as if he had entered his own house, and looked around.

He put the white jade flute in his waist, picked up the pot on the table, poured a glass of water, and slowly sipped it, his eyes squinting but full of smiles.

And Hongliu seemed to be suddenly speechless, and when faced with such a person, he suddenly didn't know what to say, just closed the door carefully, and then put a pot of flowers on the windowsill.

This means that there are already guests in her house, so please don't disturb the other guests.

That's their rule here.