DRAGON SOUL SWORD (Series 1)
235. Death Flute
Inside the dimension of the Dragon Soul Sword
There were two spirits, one human with dragon-carved clothes that made her look very majestic.
The other one was a man wearing a black robe, the aura of Death continuously emanating from his body but the dragon man continued to calm down and not feel disturbed.
"You owe me an explanation, senior Long Chun ?" ask the man in black.
"He is Han Feng's reincarnation" Long Chun said with a depressed expression.
"What ?! How is it possible ? But if you look at 'em, their faces are a little similar, but this kid is more handsome and also his cultivation is not too good at the age of 19 or 20 years." said the black-hooded man softly.
"He is indeed more handsome, his current cultivation is only temporary because his cultivation is being sealed by someone, I can't even detect the person who sealed him" Long Chun said.
"He's in the seal ? Then not to mention his Emperor Bloodline ?" the man in the black hood still did not believe in reality.
"Honestly I don't know either, but said Qian Bei His Emperor's Bloodline had been discarded and replaced with God's Bloodline , His cultivation was currently at the 4th level of Heavenly Lightning" Long Chun said.
"God's Bloodline ..... he was not in accordance with God's Bloodline and now can really fit the sky that gives justice to young master in order to get revenge." said the man in the black hood.
"But make no mistake this child is smarter and not easy to trap, he is firm and not easily provoked in contrast to the man who is very easily provoked" said Long Chun with a crisp laugh.
"You're right, if anyone ridicules him a little bit then he will definitely start to get angry" said the man in the black hood as he laughed cheerfully.
The two of them also spoke casually and let go of the longing, they were both Han Feng's subordinates.
Han Feng's origin was so mysterious, that not many knew where the young man with heaven-defying talent came from.
Only the subordinate subordinates who were extremely loyal and accompanied Han Feng from nothing knew of Han Feng's origin.
It was a pity that Han Feng's death had become an open secret for everyone of the God 'dimension, millions of years had passed and the legendary story that told about Han Feng's journey had begun to be forgotten.
There were only a few people who still remembered about Han Feng and wished back his hero to stabilize the endless warfare in their dimension.
Without a single person knowing, the real Devils who were Han Feng's opponents no one was able to kill him.
There are some mysteries that have not been revealed in the war.
In the real world, a beautiful moon accompanied by a flute game that wrenches the heart of anyone who hears it is an excellent combination.
Zhang Wei was sitting on the edge of his window and started to play his flute bathed in an extremely beautiful moonlight.
The rhythm of the song filled with sadness came out of his flute, some people who heard his naynyian flute came crying because they remembered their loved ones had died.
Zhang Wei played this tone to commemorate the death of Qian Bei who had been 40 days and the death of his father who had been 7 days.
Tik
A single tear dripped from the tip of her eyelids was very beautiful and charming. Even so he has not been seen to be stopping his flute game.
Qing Yu who was at the bottom was already crying sobbing sobbing sobs in memory of the miserable death of Qian Bei.
The melodious voice of Zhang Wei's flute rang out to the entire clan, some people whose families were still complete cried and felt remorse for their deeds.
"This game is so beautiful, what do you want to name ?" asked Han Long Chun who arrived out.
"The Cry of the Full Moon."Answer it without looking.
"The beautiful name corresponds to the moon of today which is the full moon."Praise Han Long Chun.
"It is precisely because it is a full moon today that I. gave this name otherwise I would have given it the name Crescent Cry." Her joke.
He kept his death flute and chose not to disturb the calmness of people anymore.
No one knew that it was Zhang Wei's flute game except for Qing Yu.
All of them were unaware of the cause of their crying, the sound of the flute so soft and touching the heart.
People only feel how sad they are about the passing of their loved ones, as if reopening old wounds.
"No. My flute game is more valuable than all the treasures of the world. It should not be used frequently or the price will go down." Her speech.
"Even, sell expensive. But it was expensive anyway, long ago when I was still exploring the world, I had heard of an art contest held in the Great dimension once every 5 years. Every winner gets a big prize and a noble title" Han Long Chun said.
"Are you really ?" ask her .
"Yes right, that estimate will be like 1 year from now if according to the calculations and also you will get a king-level spirit crystal" Han Long Chun said casually.
"King's level spirit crystal ?" ask her.
"Yes, the spirit crystal in divided into several more levels, namely king level spirit crystal and God level spirit crystal" Han Long Chun said casually.
"I just heard about it. Huft, it turns out that I don't know too much about this vast world." He muttered while breathing.
"Soon I have a birthday for the 20th year but this year feels very quiet years before it was celebrated by my adoptive parents last year in the great world by grandfather Qians. I'm confused if it's as good as this year is not in the universe, right ? How do you think Long Chun is ?" ask her.
"It's better, we'll eat in the noodle shop three" said Long Chun.
"Bertiga ?" ask him confused.
"Han Liu Liang will also be coming. Isn't that so ?" ask Han Long Chun.
"Yes, I will join you to celebrate your birthday for the first time" Han Liu Liang said after getting a plot from Han Long Chun.
The reason he was languishing was because Qing Yu and Wang Xi Rong as well as his two disciples were doing closed-door training.
Her principal was everything in her dimension except Zhu Hong and Long Nie were doing closed-door training in the real world.
Zhu Hong and Long Nie were in the phase of sticking together like glue so it was impossible for Zhang Wei to disturb them.
So he concluded that this year he celebrated his birthday alone without being accompanied by people closest to him .
"You will never be alone, trust me" Han Long Chun said.
"I trust you !" he said excitedly before hugging Han Long Chun and Han Liu Liang.
"Let's drink wine as much as you can !!" His word took out wine from his space ring.
He did not bother to pour wine into a small cup but directly drank it from the wine jar.
1 hour later there were already so many empty jars, Zhang Wei was already heavily intoxicated which made his entire cheeks flushed red.
Prok
Han Long Chun patted Zhang Wei on the cheek which suddenly hugged her tightly.
"Long Chun don't go, you've accompanied me from the beginning. Don't die in the middle of the road" Zhang Wei said in a typical drunken tone.
"Yes, I will not die" Han Long Chun said with unease.
"Long Chun, I like Xi Rong but also like Qing Yu, what should I do ? I don't want to give the two of them false hopes" Zhang Wei said again.
"You want a middle ground ? I will advise you not to marry or you will marry both of them" Long Chun said stiffly.
"But.. Will they agree ? Long Chun, what do you think ? Can I conquer the whole world with my handsome face ? How many wives will I have in the future ?" zhang Wei asked as he hugged Long Chun.
Brucks
Long Chun threw Zhang Wei's body on the floor and snorted softly.
"Just ask them to agree or not !! Don't ask me !!" Shouted Long Chun resisting the embarrassment of being laughed at by Liu Liang from earlier nonstop.
" Stop your laughter ! There's nothing funny about this !" Shouted Han Long Chun at Han Liu Liang, but it did not stop but instead became increasingly so.
His laughter was very wide even in the last hundreds of thousands of years.
"Aish you're a quick, help me get rid of him ! She kept hugging me and crying, laughing and a lot of weird stuff." Long Chun said tiredly as her body was hugged back by Zhang Wei tightly.