Mo Zixiao and Gu Qingjun were both startled, and raised their heads slightly, but they saw the man falling, and the sound of dust echoing in the air, lingering: "Although the sheng flute ensemble has been a perfect match since ancient times, it has not fallen behind in the mind at this time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is not as good as the main palace to blow the flute.,So it's a little new.。 ”

Gu Qingjun also thought about it seriously for a while, and nodded, looking very approving.

Ye Qianli couldn't sit still, now Mo Zixiao is his reverse scale, does anyone want to play with him or two men? Absolutely impossible!

"Who told you that the sheng flute ensemble is a cliché?" Ye Qianli narrowed her eyes and said casually.

Mo Zixiao was first startled, and then disdainfully said: "Pick up the girl and go to the side." Obviously, Mo Zixiao subconsciously made Ye Qianli ugly.

Ye Qianli's face that was so beautiful that people and gods were angry suddenly became gloomy. She wants him to that chick? Do you need him to do it now? "Excellent! This king soaked you today! ”

Mo Zixiao was stunned for a moment, looking at Ye Qianli, what "this king"? "Who do you think you are?"

"Mo Zixiao! If you don't play with me, the deity will kill you now! Ye Qianli said chestnut, but the anger that was pressed in his heart couldn't be vented, for fear of hurting the person, but his chest was stuffy and uncomfortable.

"King Xuan is angry." Chikage, who had been standing quietly beside him, immediately knelt down and pleaded respectfully.

Only then did Mo Zixiao understand that the thousand glasses were the night thousand glasses, and they were the kings of Chu Xuan! But even if it were, so what? Will she be afraid of him? See who's skilled!

Mo Zixiao seemed to really ignore Ye Qianli's anger, reached out and threw the sheng on the side to him, and took the flute on the shore of the table and raised it provocatively.

Ye Qianli subconsciously stretched out her hand and took the sheng, which was cool, like a clear spring entering people's hearts. This cold touch suddenly brought Ye Qianli back to her senses, realized that she had lost her temper, calmed down her mood, and strode onto the stage, not even forgetting to put on the purple gold mask.

Mo Zixiao looked at the man with a cold face wearing a mask, whether he wore a mask or not, he was so beautiful, the only difference was the alienation in the depths of his eyes, which seemed so obvious. It turns out that as long as he wears a mask, he is no longer the man who is as frivolous as a playboy.

Huo De, there was a piercing pain in her heart, like a big stone falling on her heart, although it was not sharp, but it tortured her for a long time.

Mo Zixiao forcibly suppressed her anger, looked at Ye Qianli calmly, put the flute to her mouth, and motioned for him to blow first.

Ye Qianli was not polite, and blew low. Obviously, I chose a song based on Mo Zixiao's flute. Mo Zixiao was stunned for a moment, and before she could do it, she saw that Ye Qianli had left a gap for her to play in the ensemble, so she blew it. Whirling and tactful, the sound of the flute gradually sounded with the sheng.

Mo Zixiao's flute also began to play low, and then slowly pushed to a climax. Ye Qianli is still accompanied by a low voice, led by Mo Zixiao.

It's a little orgasm. Mo Zixiao really began to play wholeheartedly. The sound of the flute is clear and beautiful, high and low, light and flickering, little by little into the low and evil sheng of the night thousand glass, and each syllable of the mixed sheng flute is still clearly audible.

As the climax passes, the sound of the middle sheng in the bass of the flute is highlighted, and the little flow processing is just right and delicate. That voice, under Ye Qianli's treatment, is as seductive as Ye Qianli's own voice, and when you hear it, it's fascinating.

Mo Zixiao naturally didn't dare to hold Ye Qianli back, his sheng playing skills were so superb, and he was also a rare competitor for her.

Occasionally, the pearl jumps, crisp and short, one after another, the complex sound gradually increases, such as the splashing of the spring, the sound of the flute gradually rises, and the music of the sheng is equal, and the sound of not exceeding the sheng gradually gives birth to a desolate and murderous image. As if it were drizzling, a beautiful man walked in.

Finally, everything was silent.