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The atmosphere of the banquet reached its highest, and Wang Xiaoyu walked to the side of the banquet hall and played the piano.

In the moonlight, it is like a world away, it is an untouchable beauty.

The sound of the beautiful piano came, and everyone got up and sang and danced around the bonfire that had been lit a long time ago.

Qiutang was surrounded in the middle, which was the bandits' respect for the inheritors of Haonan.

In the autumn rain and cold, Qiu Xiaoduo and his party also joined the ranks of this dance.

Only Zhao Yiren sat by Wang Xiaoyu's piano, looking at Qiutang, who was surrounded in the middle.

With a smile on his face, a sweet smile.

"You're not going."

Wang Xiaoyu, playing affectionately, was humane to Zhao Yi.

"I'll just look at it."

Zhao Yiren, his eyes did not leave Qiutang's figure for a moment, and then said.

"Is he that good?"

Wang Xiaoyu was very puzzled.

Zhao Yiren didn't speak, just looked at Qiutang quietly.

Zhao Yiren was speechless, in fact, it was the best answer.

The autumn hall in the middle is also dancing to the fullest, holding the rum that the bandits often drink.

His face was a little flushed, he should have been a little drunk, and he was emotional for a while.

I actually sang.

Oh roar, bandit!

Oh roar, bandit!

Sleep on the earth, covered by the blue sky.

Spring is in the wild, singing.

Summer in the rainstorm, run.

Autumn in the fallen leaves, sentimental.

In winter, in the snow, drink freely.

Oh roar, bandit!

Oh roar, bandits!

When they are hungry, they rob the rich of food and fill their bellies.

thirsty for the wine of the high officials, and moistened his throat.

Spring is in the wild, singing.

Summer in the rainstorm, run.

Autumn in the fallen leaves, sentimental.

In winter, in the snow, drink freely.

These are the four seasons of the bandits, the four seasons of the bandits.

Autumn Hall song, the four seasons of the thieves roared, and raised his head to take a big sip of rum into his belly.

It can be described as hearty, and the autumn hall at this moment has a kind of heroic and domineering spirit that Xiang Yu has been carried by tens of millions of people.

"Seems pretty good."

Wang Xiaoyu looked at it a little blankly, and the autumn hall in the center of the venue muttered.

"Of course."

Zhao Yiren has always accepted all the words that praise Qiutang.

After Qiu Tang's song was finished, the atmosphere reached its highest point, but he should be tired.

Lying on the ground, the bottle in his hand fell to the side, he may have been really drunk.

The autumn rain on the side saw that Qiutang looked like this, and he was withdrawn from the banquet, and it was a little difficult to move Qiutang to the crowd.

Qiu Yuhan felt at this time that Qiu Tang was really a bit heavy.

Qiu Yuhan hugged Qiu Tang and walked out of the crowd, just revealing half of his body.

A hand stretched out, and Qiu Yuhan looked up and saw that it was Zhao Yiren.

"Let's go."

Zhao Yiren took the handle, and the two women, one on the other, carried Qiutang to the resting place.

And the bandits' banquet continues.

They should have been brainwashed by the four seasons of the bandits.

All of them were howling, but the singing of this group was not beautiful, only the heroism of the bandits' freedom.

Suddenly, the bandits' banquet became quiet because of the beautiful singing voices heard.

They knew that it was Wang Xiaoyu's singing, Wang Xiaoyu used to sing a lot, but in recent years she has sung less and less.

The bandits, they're all about to forget.

Otherwise, go forward a few years, who doesn't know, Bailing of Xiaoyu Peak in the Luoxia Mountains, Wang Xiaoyu.

At this moment, the bandits, when they heard it, remembered that their own king sang so well.

They're all about to forget.

Wang Xiaoyu, in front of her piano, in the moonlight, composed a song for Qiutang who had just howled.

Very gentle, nice song.

Echoed,Autumn Hall shouted at will.,The four seasons lyrics of the bandits.。

With Wang Xiaoyu's heavenly voice.

It's a match made in heaven!

In a corner of Xiaoyufeng's cottage, in the small courtyard where Qiutang stayed, Zhao Yiren stayed by Qiutang's side, wiping his face with a wet towel from time to time.

Qiu Yuhan, holding his chin with his hand at the window, looked at Zhao Yiren's immortal cheeks, such a person, sitting at the moment such ordinary things.

The face reveals an emotion called happiness.

"How could someone like you be abducted by this guy from Qiutang."

Seeing the autumn rain and cold, the fairy fell into the mortal dust, and he was very curious.

"What about you?

How did you get kidnapped by him. ”

Zhao Yiren didn't answer, just asked rhetorically.

"He's poisonous, I'm poisoned.

What's even more terrifying is that I don't think there's an antidote to this poison. ”

Qiu Yuhan is very easy when people are together, but there is no hypocrisy, and it is very calm.

"What about you?

Also poisoned. ”

After Qiu Yuhan answered, Zhao Yiren's words asked her question again.

Zhao Yiren was just about to answer, when the song of the match of heaven came from his ears.

Oh roar, bandit!

Oh roar, bandit!

Sleep on the earth, covered by the blue sky.

Spring is in the wild, singing.

Summer in the rainstorm, run.

Autumn Hall is in the fallen leaves, sentimental.

In winter, in the snow, drink freely.

Oh roar, bandit!

Oh roar, bandits!

When they are hungry, they rob the rich of food and fill their bellies.

thirsty for the wine of the high officials, and moistened his throat.

……

It was supposed to be a song that looked heroic, but it was full of romance.

The romance of the bandits, the romance of men.

Zhao Yiren had already heard from Qiutang's singing, and there was a sentimental emotion.

The autumn rain and cold can also be heard.

It's just that at this moment, under Wang Xiaoyu's interpretation, Qiutang's sentimentality is vivid.

Wang Xiaoyu's gentle voice has become the best weapon to sting people.

Qiu Yuhan and Zhao Yiren were stupid when they listened to it, and they were stupid in the world of Qiu Tang.

Zhao Yiren forgot and replied to Qiu Yuhan's words.

Qiu Yuhan also forgot that she already knew her answer.

On one side, the drunken Qiu Tang unconsciously licked his somewhat dry lips.

I slept sweetly.

……

"Hmm..."

Qiu Tang opened his eyes, the sunlight on the horizon was a little dazzling, and the sequelae of last night's drunkenness were obviously still there.

His head still hurts, and his mouth is dry, so he snorts.

Soon, though, Qiu Tang stopped humming.

His face softened as he saw Ito lying beside him.

Afraid that her actions would wake her up, Zhao Yiren had a smile on her face.

I guess I had some kind of beautiful dream.

Qiutang is big, but he can't destroy the dream of his faith, then he will feel guilty.

But apparently, it backfired.

"Wake up!"

When Qiutang tried hard to silence and not disturb Zhao Yiren's dreams.

Zhao Yiren still rubbed his eyes, confused, and looked at Qiu Tang Dao.

"Hmm."

Qiu Tang was the first time to see Zhao Yiren's sleeping appearance up close, so he had to watch it carefully.

His eyes were staring, and his mouth answered.

"Drink water?"

Zhao Yiren got up, got out of bed, and faced Qiutang Avenue.

She was asleep on the side of the ground, so it was easy to get off the ground.

"Drink."

Qiu Tang jumped out word by word.

"Pour it yourself."

Zhao Yiren, hearing this, the corners of his mouth turned up, and then said a little jokingly.

Qiu Tang, hearing this, the body that had just turned sideways collapsed.

The world really can't get better. (To be continued.) )