Seeing Mo Jiu laughing so wildly, the purple-clothed man unconsciously clenched his fist, and then let go of his hand.

Mo Jiu saw this scene in his eyes, knowing that he had a little weakness, so he suppressed his smile, brushed his body towards his mother, and said softly: "Mom, Zhilan is abrupt, but when she saw her mother and the musician, the joy in her heart was inevitably a little unbearable, which scared her mother and the musician. At first, the discipline mother was unhappy when she saw Mo Jiu so unruly, but now Mo Jiu's overtures, and thinking of Mo Jiu as a girl in this flower building, she was finally relieved, and said in her serious words: "Girl, I will be your discipline mother in the future, entrusted by Aunt Hong, in the next month, I will strictly implement the regulations, and the girl must be mentally prepared in advance." My surname is Li, the girl can call me Mother Li, this is the musician Zhang Gongzi" At the end, Mother Li also pointed to the man in purple,

"Now the girl has a good rest for a while, and after a stick of incense, I will explain some of the etiquette of the ladies to the girl. After a stick of incense, Mother Li came to Mo Jiu's courtyard as scheduled, holding a sturdy whip in her hand, ready to correct Mo Jiu's mistakes at any time.

Mo Jiu himself is not very interested in etiquette and the like, not to mention that this Mother Li has a thick whip in her hand, ready to whip herself at any time, Mo Jiu is even more annoyed, but she is still of some use now, and she can't be killed rashly.

She Mo Jiu is a person who focuses on the overall situation, and she will definitely not mess up the overall situation for a little thing. So, she mobilized her soul power and cast a small illusion on her, planting one in her mind by the way

"Nightmare Eye".

As the name suggests, the "Nightmare Eye" reminds people of the unfortunate things in front of them, the dreamer will be trapped in endless memories in the dream, but can not break free, and what is even more terrifying is that everything the dreamer perceives in the dream will also linger in real life, until the person is driven crazy until death.

In fact, Mo Jiu didn't want to be so troublesome, and he could have performed soul dementoring on Li's mother, but I don't know if it was caused by injury, or the restrictions of the laws of this world, the soul can't be implemented on the creatures of this world, Mo Jiu said that she was also helpless, it's really a sad story.

Mother Li stayed here for two full hours, and reported to Aunt Hong with Mo Jiu's excellent performance.

Mo Jiu was savoring a cup of tea in the room, and the musician Zhang Gongzi came in with a five-string coke tail piano on his back.

Mo Jiu looked at him with a smile and said, "Sir, let's start." The man, who was still a little nervous, gradually calmed down and plucked the strings attentively.

The sound flowing from the fingertips is like a butterfly about to fly, fluttering its smart wings, flowing clearly and brightly, and it is like the distant sky outside the plug, precipitating clear light.

The sound of the piano passed through the vermilion curtain, through the pond full of lotus flowers, through the grass full of flowers, around the quiet alley of the front yard, into the alley outside the courtyard, wandering in the flower building full of wind and moon, outside the quiet curtain, leisurely - suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and a thick sorrow suddenly rose.

When the sound of the piano sounded again, it was both high and frustrated, deep, but tactful and exciting. Immersed in the graceful sound of the piano, Mo Jiu seemed to smell the faint fragrance of flowers, reached out to grab it, only to find that there was nothing, and his heart was inevitably a little empty.

Looking back at the musician, immersed in his own world and unable to extricate himself, Mo Jiu didn't understand why people were obsessed with one thing, and he didn't understand what the loneliness in his heart had long been in.

Mo Jiu was looking at something through the space, and she didn't know what she was thinking, the musician cleared her throat and said, "Miss Zhilan, after the contemptible performance, it's time to teach, I wonder what the girl wants to learn?" Mo Jiu didn't answer, and the musician could only sit quietly in his position and wait for her to speak.

There was silence in the room for a moment, except for the two of them, staring at each other. After a while, Mo Jiu suddenly teleported to the musician's side, regardless of whether he was surprised or not, he said very lingeringly close to his ear: "Sir, what do you think the little girl is suitable for learning?" The heat in Mo Jiu's mouth splashed on the musician's neck and shoulders, the musician's heart seemed to miss a beat, and the ears instantly turned red from the roots of the ears to the tips of the ears, and he almost ran away, but Mo Jiu grabbed his clothes with one hand, if he escaped at this time, most of the clothes would definitely fall off, and the musician could only stammer: " What does the girl think about the shamisen, which is more suitable for beginners. Mo Jiu felt even more amused when he saw his cute appearance.

The hand gradually caressed his chest muscles, and asked reluctantly, "Sir, do you think I am beautiful?" The musician looked at Mo Jiu's goblin appearance stupidly, and answered blankly

"Beautiful. When his voice came out of his mouth, he realized what he had said, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Mo Jiu showed his face, his jade index finger, provoked the musician's delicate chin, and leaned down against the lips, the musician thought that Mo Jiu was going to kiss down, and instinctively turned his head sideways, Mo Jiu's full and sexy lips passed by the musician's delicate face, leaving a warm touch on his face.

Before the musician could react, he heard Mo Jiu's cold voice

"Sir, Jiujiu doesn't just call Gongzi Zhang, or is the word Xilou more appropriate?" he chuckled.

At this time, Xilou was even more at a loss, and he didn't care whether the clothes on his body would be torn off, so he fled in the wilderness.

Mo Jiu looked at his back as he left in a hurry, and smiled even more presumptuously. The figure in the distance, listening to the laughter, paused, and fled faster.