I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

There was already a shadow outside the window, and they dared not move anymore.

The shadow stopped for a while, then quickly disappeared.

Guo Jing suddenly remembered that when Master left, he said that if someone came from Huang Rong's side, they wouldn't bother if they didn't call for help, and didn't say that someone would come and ignored him.

He slammed the door open, but saw a dark shadow flashing in the courtyard, and disappeared. He looked closely and didn't see the dark shadow leaving the courtyard wall.

"Junior Brother, who is that?"

"I didn't see it clearly."

While speaking, Kunpeng came up from the top of the stairs and saw them: "Didn't you say that you don't want to come out?"

Huang Rong didn't seem to be angry anymore, and ran over and pulled him: "Brother Kunpeng, a bad guy came to our window just now, but unfortunately I didn't see who it was."

"Where are the bad guys, why haven't I seen them?"

Seeing that he didn't pay attention, Huang Rong turned around again and wanted to go back to her room.

Kunpeng asked: "Don't you want to know why I want you to live in an inn with peach blossoms?"

She became interested. The three of them entered the room. Mu Nianci and Li Xueshuang also came. Mu Nianci asked, "Kunpeng, where did you go just now?"

Huang Rong also watched enthusiastically, as if waiting for his answer.

Kunpeng said: "I once asked Elder Jian if there was any news about the Lord of Huangdao. He only said that there was a disciple of the Beggar Gang and he had seen him on Huainan Road in an inn planted with peach trees. I did want to. I will meet this mysterious Huangdao Lord, but he failed to do so. Probably he doesn't want to see this seat."

Huang Rong was silent.

Kunpeng said: "Rong'er, your father doesn't care about you. Do you remember that your father made a heavy oath, that is, after Feng Heng died, he would not swear to Peach Blossom Island. This time you leave the island, he has already broken his oath. ."

Huang Rong remained silent, and finally sighed, "I was too naughty then. Thinking about it now, I actually feel sorry for his old man."

Everyone couldn't find words to comfort them for a while, so they listened to the sound of a whistling flute in the night sky.

Huang Rong sat up straight: "Flute sound! Daddy's flute sound."

"Really?" Mu Nianci asked.

"Yeah." She nodded affirmatively. "It must be him. I have been listening to this flute on the island for more than ten years and I am familiar with it."

Kunpeng smiled: "Do you want to meet?"

She was sad: "He doesn't want to see me, I must have broken his heart."

"How do you know he doesn't want to see you."

"The person outside the window just now, I think it should be Daddy."

Kunpeng said: "Let's go, let's go and see, maybe we can find him, and ask him why he doesn't want to see his daughter."

Huang Rong chuckled, "Brother, you don't know my dad's temper. If he doesn't want to see him, we will never see him. Forget it, I also know that dad came to me, and I would never have him again. I'm so angry, I regret it."

"Then let's wait until August 15th, go to Peach Blossom Island to visit Huangdao Master." Kunpeng said.

Although Guo Jing Mu Nianci and Li Xueshuang knew Huang Yaoshi's name, they didn't have much interest. Of course, they didn't speak. As long as Kun Peng went, they would naturally follow.

The sound of the flute is deep and clear, intermittently and erratic, as if it is far away, and when you listen carefully, it seems to be in your ears.

Guo Jing said: "The flute of the Lord Huangdao is really nice."

Huang Rong couldn't help but said to Kunpeng, "Brother, if we try, maybe we can find Daddy. Since he listens to the flute for us, it means that he intends to let us know that he is nearby."

Kunpeng smiled and said to Guo Jing and others: "You go to bed first, we'll be back in a while."

Following the direction of the flute, both of them performed light work, climbed over the wall and over the house, moving forward in a straight line.

Kunpeng flew away and said, "He actually followed us the night we met Elder Jian. Guo Jing was practicing in the backyard just now, and he also came."

Huang Rong nodded: "I guessed it too."

The sound of the flute became clearer and clearer, but it was still very low. It seemed to have dissatisfaction and grief, and it seemed very free and unrestrained.

"Sure enough, it's an inn with peach blossoms," Huang Rong said.

The two slowly came near the inn, but the sound of the flute stopped abruptly. ,, ..

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