Reborn as the white moonlight of the tyrannical prince

Chapter 238 Personal Attack
"I have something to discuss, come back quickly."

Liu Bingfan looked at the crooked words on the letter paper, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

This word is clearly written by Lin Yuanfeng.

How did you recognize it?

What is wrong?
"Isn't that written by Senior Brother Feng? He called you, what are you doing here? If Senior Brother Feng is in a hurry, you are in a hurry."

Li Yehan smiled charmingly, and said, "Junior Brother Feng and I never correspond by letter."

"Senior Brother Feng wrote to you on a sudden whim, it is also possible, how can you be so sure?"

Liu Bingfan looked at the word, looked left and right, Lin Yuanfeng was particularly ugly, and didn't see any loopholes.

Li Yehan took out the paper, looked at the words on it and said, "I still know Xiaodie's ability, this word imitates it very much..."

Immediately afterwards, his face suddenly darkened, and he turned to look at Xiaodie, "Where did you see this handwriting?"

Liu Bingfan's heart skipped a beat, senior brother could tell at a glance that it was written by Xiaodie?

so smart?

Xiaodie quietly turned her head and glanced at Liu Bingfan. Due to Li Yehan's coercion, Xiaodie silently took out a letter from the bottom of the first ruby ​​box in the first drawer of the dressing table, and handed it to Li Yehan.

Li Yehan's whole body was shrouded in frost.

Fluttershy took a step back slightly.

But Liu Bingfan took it for granted, didn't take it seriously, moved closer to him, and compared the two pieces of paper, "It's clearly the same, you can see that this is the essence, how did you see it?"

Li Yehan looked at Liu Bingfan who was close at hand, and smelled the faint medicinal fragrance emanating from her body, and the irritability and anger in his heart were instantly relieved.

Li Yehan raised his hand and touched Liu Bingfan's head, seeing Liu Bingfan quickly patted his hand and straightened his hair, he suddenly laughed: "Lin Yuanfeng won't write to me."

Liu Bingfan paused as he straightened his hair, looked at Li Yehan and asked, "Why?"

Li Yehan pointed to Liu Bingfan's flute hanging on his waist and said, "Do you remember the function of this flute?"

"Blow the flute, and you'll know..." Liu Bingfan picked up the little flute at his waist, somewhat understanding, "It's so amazing, how did you do it?"

"It's called the Zimu flute. The mother flute is with me. You and Lin Yuanfeng both have the Zidi. As long as you play it, I will know."

Li Yehan took the flute from Liu Bingfan, played it in his hand, and explained.

Liu Bingfan couldn't understand the reason, but Li Yehan had said this flute when he was in Ma's Village, and now he heard it strangely: "But if you are snatched away by the enemy, won't you be in danger if you play this flute?"

Li Yehan stared at Liu Bingfan for a long time, then Fang said: "Just say that you are not Liu Bingfan, and you are still stubborn."

Liu Bingfan wanted to go crazy for a moment: "I really am, senior brother, how can you believe it?"

Even though she is 14 years behind, she is still Liu Bingfan, innocent and innocent.

Li Yehan nodded and said with a smile: "When I gave you the flute, I took a drop of your blood, and the flute Gu recognized its owner. Others picked it up, but it was just a useless piccolo, which could neither make a sound nor add fuel to the fire."

Liu Bingfan remembered that he was still young at that time, and the needle was very painful.

"Even if this flute is powerful, you are so sure that Senior Brother Feng will not write to you? Even if he doesn't write, how do you know it's me?"

Li Yehan threw the flute to Liu Bingfan, Liu Bingfan took it, Li Yehan reached out to grab the teacup beside him, and said leisurely: "Do you think everyone is as stupid as you?"

After speaking, he bowed his head and took a sip of tea.

"Brother, you don't take such personal attacks." Liu Bingfan glared back.

(End of this chapter)