Langyu's whole life can be described as miserable.

Han Qianye hasn't decided whether to help her or not, and Lang Yu has no friendship with herself.

Not Our Lady, this is the consistent rule of the cold night.

Some people just desperately saved a girl, but in the end they have to be licking dogs.

If it was Han Qianye, he would directly wave her hand and destroy her.

"The men who come to Zilanxuan are all here with that kind of purpose, I can't imagine that Gongzi actually knows the piano."

Han Qianye secretly hehe.

I don't know much about the guqin, but I am proficient in piano, guitar, bass, etc.

If he wants to play a piece on the guqin, he can still play it, but there are some professional knowledge that is not right.

In the Warring States period, there was no do, ri, mi, fa, sol, la, si.

"Miss Langyu, can you lend me the piano and I'll play it."

Lang Yu smiled calmly and pushed the guqin to Han Qianye on the table.

When Han Qianye touched the piano, he first plucked the strings and listened to these sounds.

Once you've learned about it, start playing the track according to the tone of the notes.

Han Qianye's slender fingers began to pluck the unique sound on this guqin.

As soon as Lang Yu heard the prelude, he was very surprised, and said in his heart: "There are very few people who know the piano, let alone men, and he still plays the piano so well, which is rare in the world, but why haven't I heard this song?" ”

Han Qianye played a modern song called the Dance of Flowers, which was originally a piano piece and was very beautiful.

As long as you are not that kind of perverted person, the first time you listen to this song, you will definitely be substituted into it.

Piano music is generally a representative of elegance in the eyes of most people, and although this piece is also elegant, it is not the kind that people who don't understand music can't understand like other songs.

Anyone who hears this song will basically be deeply fascinated.

But it's also strange to say, this kind of song is a bit undesirable to play in such an environment.

A song that lasted a few minutes was played quickly.

Han Qianye pushed the guqin to Langyu, stood up and said, "I haven't played the piano for a long time, thank you, Miss Rongyu, I'll go back first." ”

Lang Yu looked at Han Qianye: "Then son, go back and rest." ”

"Hmm."

Han Qianye turned and left.

Lang Yu looked at Han Qianye's back and thought about it.

A young scholar who travels all over the world knows martial arts, and he actually knows the qin, it seems that his attainments in the qin are very high.

She hadn't heard that song before, but it was very beautiful.

This kind of song should be popular all over the country, but there is no news about this song before, and it is very likely that the song is original by himself.

This man is really mysterious.

Back in the room, Han Qianye sat cross-legged and began to cultivate.

Now strength is everything, and the combat effectiveness of the mark50 battle armor was completely guessed by himself before, in fact, he has not used the battle armor to fight with others, and he doesn't know what the specific power is.

Han Qianye probably estimated that the power of the battle armor was about the same, and it should be a realm above the grandmaster.

The attack power should be much stronger than that realm.

What palm guns, miniature missiles are not a joke.

"There were 14 injuries on the body, nine of which hurt bones and bones, and two of which broke arteries. The night people are really ruthless, I remember this account. Han Qianye took off his shirt and checked his injuries.

Fortunately, my life is big and my will is relatively firm, otherwise I would have died here directly yesterday.

Han Qianye concentrated his internal forces on the places where he was injured to prevent these wounds from worsening again.

Then he began to practice the vertical and horizontal sword technique.

This cultivation is an afternoon.

At night, Han Qianye opened his eyes and found that he was about to break through the ninth layer of the day after tomorrow, but there was still some heat left.

It should be possible to break through to the ninth layer of the day after tomorrow within three days, and enter the innate within a month.

Bathing and changing clothes in the cold night.

After washing, Han Qianye exchanged for some things to bandage the wound.

Some things come from some technologically advanced civilizations.

Twenty points were used.

The things that were exchanged were some disinfectant medicines, and some high-grade band-aids.

These band-aids are very advanced, and there is nothing to do with taking a shower and getting wet after being applied.

After changing out of the gauze that was useless, Han Qianye changed into the clothes that had been washed, and prepared to eat in the room.

Crunch.

The door, now opened, and a guid head poked in.

"Hehe, Brother Qianye, I'm relieved to see that you're okay."

“...............”

Could it be the butterfly effect? How did Han Fei become so undisciplined?

But even the butterfly effect didn't react so strongly.

Han Qianye looked at Han Fei and smiled, but this smile carried a lot of meaning: "Brother Han, you made me miserable last night, do you know why I admire your drinking skills?" ”

"Why?"

"The most people drink is to spit up and talk nonsense. You're amazing, and after you drink, you can not only drink the ghost soldiers, but also get the killers out. In the end, you didn't do anything for yourself, but I was hurt so much. ”

Han Fei was suddenly embarrassed, embarrassed and embarrassed.

When he woke up, he had already heard Honglian say that others were seriously injured in order to protect her, the kind that threatened their lives.

Originally, Honglian said that it would take three days to wake up, but others were in good health, and they could get up in one night.

Han Fei scratched his head: "I don't know, so many things happened when I was drunk." And according to my estimation, the ghost soldiers who came to hunt us down should be the ones who robbed the salaries.

I told Zhang Xiangguo that day, I will help him investigate the matter of the ghost soldier's salary, and when he went back, he was blocked by the ghost soldiers. ”

Han Qianye was embarrassed, Han Fei was afraid that he didn't know how powerful those people were.

At most, I only cleaned up some small scum last night, and I couldn't do it in the face of those who had a little strength.

Ji Wuye attaches great importance to this matter, if it provokes Ji Wuye's head, what if he jumps off the wall in a hurry?

Unless it's a mark50, there's no choice.

Even Wei Zhuang may not be Ji Wuye's opponent.

Don't say it yourself.

"Brother Han, I'm afraid you don't know how to write dead words, you didn't see what happened last night, but I remember it vividly, anyway, I want to investigate you to investigate, I still want to live a few more years."

Han Fei smiled slyly, this smile made Han Qianye feel excited, how did he feel that he was being targeted by the person who bought the film?

"So Brother Qianye, I have another matter here, do you want to come along?"

When Han Fei said this, Han Qianye roughly knew what was going on.

Is that really good? Originally, I had no intention of participating, but I was involved in it, and I couldn't stop it.

Just like sending Han Fei back to the palace last night, he was actually worried about the night, and he didn't know when their next round of attacks would be.

Are the protagonists really sad?

(End of chapter)