A flash of heartache flew across the bottom of Nuoser's eyes as he slowly walked to the tree, "Sheng'er."

The mournful sound of the flute crunched to a halt, Liangsheng turned his eyes, saw Nuanse under the tree, the corner of his lips slightly hooked, and directly floated down from the tree.

Absolute beauty, flying skirt, as if flying down from the sky to the nine heavenly fairies, the beauty is shocking.

"Big sister." The shallow smile at the corner of her lips that was ...