Mu Chu didn't answer immediately, took it and glanced at it, picked out some things that he didn't understand and asked her, 771 answered, Mu Chu finally said: "It should be able to keep up, but this ......"

His eyes fell on the drum kit, and he still couldn't understand this strange guy.

"You just have to be responsible for blowing your jade flute. Qiqi retrieved the drumstick from his hand, brought a chair for him to sit aside, and sat down in front of the drum kit, holding the drumstick in his hand: "I'll show you first, and when you go the second time, you can see if you can keep up with my rhythm and blow the tune." ”

The drum kit has no tone, only rhythm, and when she rehearses it once, she will give him a hint of where to start the second time, and he should be able to do it.

If not, let him start first, at most there is no prelude, as long as the two can cooperate well, the performance should be no problem.

The premise is that this guy is willing to perform with her in the Wendou tomorrow night, but this thing is ...... It's difficult.

After getting Mu Chu's jaw, Qiqi picked up the drumstick and banged ...... Boom...... Boom...... Knock knock......

Afraid that he would not hear clearly, she deliberately slowed down the pace from the beginning, but when it was almost time, the rhythm suddenly became faster.

Knock knock...... Knock knock......

Mu Chu closed his eyes, I don't know how long he listened, and suddenly took out the jade flute from his waist and brought it to his lips, no need for Qiqi to remind where to start, the melodious sound of the flute had already sounded.

The sound of the flute changed from melodious to powerful, and then from powerful to vigorous, and then, the rhythm of Qiqi became faster, and the sound of the flute was subdued and frustrated, which perfectly matched the sound of the drum.

In front of him, there seemed to be a galloping war horse gradually, wolf smoke everywhere, war horses howling, and the dust was flying......

The song turned around, and when it was the second time, Qiqi closed his eyes and couldn't help but chant.

The wolf smoke rises and the country looks north.

The dragon rolls, the horse neighses, and the sword aura is like frost.

The heart is like the Yellow River.

Twenty years, between vertical and horizontal, who can resist.

Hatred is mad, and the long knife is directed.

How many siblings are buried in their bones.

What a pity to die to repay the family and country.

I couldn't bear to sigh, but I was even more speechless, and my eyes were full of blood and tears.

She recited, not sang, just because she didn't have such a vast breath and couldn't sing the essence of the song.

Unbeknownst to her, her voice that slowly fell silent vividly interpreted the artistic conception of this poem.

The horseshoe goes south and people look north.

People look north, the grass is green and yellow, and the dust is flying.

I am willing to defend the territory and reopen the territory.

The majestic country wants to let the Quartet come to congratulate.

A song of loyalty to the country, not only Qiqi recited it enthusiastically, but even Mu Chuchu also poured out a burst of hot male blood.

In front of him, it looks like thousands of horses galloping, wolf smoke everywhere, and war everywhere.

The bloody brothers fell one by one, but one by one they stood up, raised their broadswords, and bravely met the enemy troops in all directions.

In the blood, he held a big knife in his hand, wore silver-white armor, and in the dazzling blood light, he clamped the horse's belly, and roared towards the surging enemy troops with the blood-stained war horse.

The enemies fell one by one under the broadsword, and the silver armor was stained with layers of blood that I didn't know if it belonged to him or the enemy, and the scarlet blood splashed on the head armor, falling drop by drop along the head armor, blindfolding him and covering his dusty heart.

The enemy army, endlessly, his brothers, one by one, fell in a pool of blood.

The so-called reinforcements were delayed, and in this battle, which was known to be lost, he did not retreat, nor did his brothers, but stood outside the city gates, piling up the strongest gates with their corpses, guarding thousands of innocent people in the city.

But why didn't you send troops yet, and why did you leave them in this battle against death?

He was not afraid of death, but only heartache for his fallen brother.

They've been waiting, what about the reinforcements? When will the reinforcements arrive?

There were no reinforcements, no rescue, the brothers were all dead, all dead, dead in trust and absolute obedience to him.

Looking at the river of blood flowing under his feet, looking at the endless ranks of enemy troops, one man and one horse still standing in front of the corpses of his brothers.

The enemy, the bright and dangling broadsword was in front of him, and behind him, there was a cold corpse of his brother who had followed him for many years, he held the broadsword in his hand, and suddenly looked up to the sky and roared.

Twenty years of forbearance, is this the last reward given to him by his father?

He didn't believe him, did he? He never believed him in all these years, did he?

Once the merit is high, once he becomes the one who threatens him, his father will kill him, whether it is his own emperor or not, isn't it?

Is this battle the greatest gift his father gave him in his life?

But father, how easy it was to take his life, why let his brothers be buried with him?

"Why!"

With a "snap", the jade flute was broken in his hand.

Qiqi was stunned, his thoughts were pulled back to reality from the memories of the army, where is there still Mu Chu Subai in the hall?

"Ah Chu!" she was startled, Huo Di stood up, and wanted to chase out, only to see the jade flute lying quietly on the ground, and the jade flute was still stained with scarlet blood.

He's hurt......

"Ah Chu!" she chased out, she couldn't see him at all, and chased him all the way to the east chamber, but she saw Tie Sheng guarding outside his bedroom, she wanted to go in, but Tie Sheng stopped her.

"Seventh Princess, my master is unwell and doesn't want to see guests, Seventh Princess, please go back. ”

Tie Sheng blocked the door, and he was determined not to let her in.

Qiqi looked at the closed door, not knowing what had just happened.

Just now I was too involved for a while, thinking of the scenes of my life when I was on a mission with my brothers in the army in the past, the discomfort in my mind still hasn't dissipated, but Mu Chu has already had an accident.

She didn't know what happened to him, but she seemed to hear him asking "why" in a daze, just three words, it seemed to hide endless sadness and despair, did he also remember something sad?

What is he desperate for?

"Ah Chu......" She called softly, but the people inside still didn't respond, she didn't give up, and said: "Ah Chu, did I say something wrong just now? I apologize to you, okay? You are injured, let me see your wounds......"

"Seventh Princess, my master is a healer, if he is really injured, he will deal with it, Seventh Princess, please go back." Tie Sheng was still in front of her, changing his previous enthusiasm and honesty, and said coldly.

Qiqi didn't care about his changed attitude, probably just felt that his master came back injured after going out with her, and he was sad in his heart.

She was still looking at the door, because it was daytime, and it was completely unseeable, there was no sound, and she didn't know what he was doing.

She pursed her lips and said after a while: "If you don't want to see me, then I'll go back first, you have a good rest, and I'll come to see you later." ”

Stepping down the steps from the corridor, I turned back three times, but finally left.

It's just a drum kit, just a tune, what's wrong with him?

Even if Mu Chu is estranged from people on weekdays, he has never been so alienated from her, and he has not had much contact with him, but with so many people around him, except for Xuan Wangye, who is never willing to let go, Mu Chu is the only person she is willing to take the initiative to get close to.

Now, even he dislikes himself?

I don't know what he's thinking, it's just that he doesn't want to see him, and his heart is in turmoil.

It wasn't until she was far away that Tie Sheng pushed open the door and entered, looking at his master standing by the window with his back to him, he said in a deep voice, "She's gone." ”

"Get out. Mu Chu's voice was as indifferent as usual, but in the indifference, there was a bit of excitement and sadness that could not be hidden.

"Young Master......" was taken aback by this almost imperceptible sadness, Tie Sheng even changed his name, and he was still unconscious: "Young Master, the Seventh Princess is so disturbing your soul, this girl, you can't get close anymore." ”

"Get out. This time, his voice was a little heavier.

Tie Sheng was scared in his heart, the young master rarely got angry, but if he didn't say something, he was afraid that the young master would have an accident because of it in the future!

"Young Master, if Murong Qiqi really makes you so embarrassed, then, if your subordinates kill her, ...... young"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the person who was still standing by the window had already come to him, and the big palm locked his throat under his surprise, and his five fingers tightened, and this strength had suffocated to death for ordinary people.

Such a fast speed is simply not something that ordinary martial arts students can imagine.

Tiesheng stopped talking, just opened his eyes and looked at him, not even begging for mercy.

Begging for mercy is the most shameful thing for the young master, whether it is to beg for it himself or for others to beg him.

He just didn't understand that the Seventh Princess was already so important to the young master, when did this start, why didn't he notice it at all?

"In the same way, I don't want to say it a second time, Murong Qiqi has one less hair, I want you to die!" With a casual wave, not caring about the person he threw out, he stepped back to the window, looking at the quiet Qiqi outside the window, but the cold in his eyes did not dissipate for a long time.

The loneliness of a body, the coldness of a room.

Tie Sheng finally stood up, held back the blood surging in his chest, and only spoke for a long time before he answered: "My subordinates know." ”

With that, he left the bedroom with a somewhat unsteady pace, and closed the door for him.

When I went out of the door, I only took a step, and I almost fell down after a stumble.

He leaned against the wall, gasping for air, his chest still heaving.

The young master's martial arts have reached this point, and now, I am afraid that even I can't stop him in a few moves.

After so many years of forbearance, Tao Guang has been obscure, and seeing that the Lord is about to summon them back to restore his glamorous identity, if there is a business trip at this time......

No matter what, he shouldn't let Murong Qiqi continue to live.

Anything that will affect the young master should not live in this world, their existence is a burden to him, once there is someone who cares, the young master is no longer the calm and ruthless young master of the past......

However, the threat he just made ......

It's not that Tie Sheng is afraid of death, he just saw that the young master cares about the seventh princess, if he really kills the seventh princess, will the young master hate him for the rest of his life?

Person...... To kill or not to kill?