A look of confusion flashed on Luo Yunxiao's face, and then he lowered his head, and according to what Mu Yan said, he flicked his ten fingers.

"Stop, stop!" Mu Yan was crazy, "Dare to say something for a long time, you haven't listened to a word!"

Why did she teach for a long time, but the magic sound still pierced her ears?

Don't let her live?

Luo Yunxiao's face was expressionless, and she looked at her fixedly.

But Mu Yan was stunned and saw a trace of innocence from that invincible handsome face.

Mu Yan took a deep breath and secretly recited a hundred times, "This is the little uncle, you can't offend."

Only then did he grit his teeth and said: "Next, you can play these three notes for me, and you are not allowed to try anything else, do you hear it!"

Luo Yunxiao nodded, and pressed her fingers on the strings again.

Because Luo Yunxiao was only allowed to repeat the simplest three tones, this time he finally did not make a terrifying sound like sawing wood.

Mu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, "The music score composed of these three notes, you play it twenty times according to what I just taught, and you are not allowed to try to hear it before you practice these three notes?"

Luo Yunxiao nodded obediently, and continued to pluck the strings obediently.

There was no piercing magic sound, but the music that kept repeating itself in my head was turning over and over.

Mu Yan's eyelids gradually became heavy, and finally he lay on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't know that after she fell asleep, Luo Yunxiao stopped playing the piano and looked at her deeply.

After a long time, he got up and gently picked up the girl and placed her on the bed.

The moment she let go of the girl, Luo Yunxiao frowned, and suddenly turned around to look around the house.

But I didn't find anything.

And in the space, Qihuang was jumping to his feet: "Bastard little white face, who allowed you to touch Mu Yan! You let me go!!"

Mu Yan slept in a daze, and he always seemed to hear the noise of Qihuang in his ears.

But she was too tired during this time, so she just waved her hand, signaled Qihuang not to make trouble, and fell asleep again.

When he woke up, Mu Yan found that the room was dark and quiet.

But the moonlight poured in through the window, as if gilding everything in the room with a silver glow.

Mu Yan only got used to it for a while, and then he saw everything in the house clearly by the moonlight.

Wine jugs and wine glasses are still quietly placed on the table, as well as the guqin that has just been played.

And he was lying on the bed, but Uncle Xiao slept on a wicker chair not far away.

The kiss was curled up in a small ball, nesting in the hand of the little uncle.

Mu Yan was a little embarrassed.

She came to teach Uncle Xiao to play the piano, but she didn't expect to fall asleep by herself and occupy Uncle Xiao's bed.

I was thinking about whether to sneak back to my house.

Suddenly, a red shadow flashed in front of him.

In front of Uncle Xiao, I don't know when, a figure appeared out of thin air.

When he saw the figure clearly, Mu Yan gasped and called in a low voice, "Qihuang!"

Yes, the young man standing in front of Luo Yunxiao was dressed in red like blood and green silk like a waterfall.

Li's face looked like the most bewitching spirit in the moonlight.

Hearing Mu Yan's exclamation, he slowly turned his head, revealing a pair of eyes that were as red as fire.

The corners of his mouth slowly hooked, and a charming and bloodthirsty smile rippled on that beautiful face.

Mu Yan's eyes widened suddenly.

This, is this Qihuang?

Why is it that he obviously has a seven-brilliant appearance, but he is full of cold, crazy and bloodthirsty evil spirits?

At this moment, Qihuang's hand slowly raised.

I don't know when there was an extra dagger in his hand, and he compared it to the position in Luo Yunxiao's heart.