//// Read chapter 95 /////
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The black light condensed and covered the flute's whole body, leaving a black shine, jade-like body. The golden thread was dancing while it sews itself on the flute's body.
After an unknown time, Xiao Ling's hands were feeling dumb.
They were lost, both of them in a daze. Neither of them moved over the flute's body changed completely. And what amazed Xiao Ling is the cute, childish, and excited voice that resounded in her mind.
