After Anlan Xintong's dizziness was gone, and her expression became clear again, she sat there in a daze, looking at Yue manzhu with an uncontrollable infatuation.
She only felt that the tune of the Jade Xiao was so pleasant to the ears.
Moreover, Yue manzhu herself was extremely beautiful. When she blew the flute like this, it was as if she was in a poem or a painting, and there was a kind of elegant feeling.
He even felt as if he was floating in the air, like the wind.
There was a sense of beauty that had entered the realm, as if it was a painting.
Anlan Xintong looked on in a daze, her heart beating very, very quickly.
Anlan Xintong looked at Yue manzhu. It was as if she had forgotten how to think and how to breathe. She only looked at him.
Soon, a voice came from outside.
"Ah ... Pfft ..."
It was obvious that the person who had just made the buzzing sound was injured and vomited blood.
