In the elegant room, a song of pure heart that is now learned and sold is played slowly, although the rhythm and rhythm are not as perfect as the original Mozixun, but also under the intersection of the red flute in the ancient artifact, it seems to let people hear the thin spring water flowing in the mountains, and see the bright stars twinkling in the night sky, melodious and pleasant, which is undoubtedly a baptism of the soul.

Suddenly, Bing Ruohan lay in Sang Lu's arms, and the expression of pain and struggle on his face began to slowly release, gentle, and relaxed......

Until finally I slept peacefully.

The three of them moved Bing Ruohan to the couch and lay down to sleep, and their nervous hearts finally calmed down.

Sang Lu wiped his face and tucked the quilt against Bing Ruohan for a good time and thoughtful placement, Jiumu Yunxiang stood aside and watched quietly, wanting to intervene but not being able to help, after a while, seeing that the little uncle's face was peaceful, Jiumu Yunxiang breathed a sigh of relief.

Sang Lu took care of Uncle Xiao properly, at this time, he finally got this gap, and he had to ask the ins and outs of this Qingxin music score, so he got up from the front of the couch, walked to Jiumu Yunxiang, looked at the Qingxin music score in her hand, looked at the Qingxin music score in her hand, and said, "Xiao Jiu, why is this Qingxin music score in your hands?" Wushuang on the side was also puzzled by this matter, and he didn't look for a chance to ask Xiao Jiu clearly, but he didn't expect Sang Lu to open his mouth first, so suitable, so he waited for her answer with Sang Lu.

Jiumu knew that he had paid the heavy trust of the senior brother before leaving, and the hand holding the inner red flute tightened, and he was guilty and explained the truth to the third senior sister and Wushuang.

"Third Senior Sister, Wushuang Senior Brother, the night before the senior brother left, handed over this score to me, saying that the little uncle suffers from heart disease, and when it happens, it is necessary to use the pure heart Qu to calm it, the senior brother said, I have the red flute in the ancient artifact, and it is more appropriate for me to keep this score, so I will hand it over to me before leaving, so as not to let the little uncle have a heart disease, no one will save him. ”

So that's the case, Sang Lu and Wushuang still looked puzzled, and the senior brother also knew that Xiao Jiu was so arrogant that she had no heart all day long, could it be that just because she had the inner red flute in her hand, he gave her this score?

Senior Brother's move was too rash, how could he joke with Uncle Junior's life? The more Sang Lu thought about it, the more angry he became, and he said to Jiu Mu for a moment,

"Senior brother trusts you so much, how do you do it?"

"I ......" Jiu Mu was full of guilt, the senior brother handed over such an important matter to himself, and asked himself to learn it as soon as possible, but a few days ago because he couldn't memorize the damn door rules, and then he was sick by the wind for a few days, and he forgot about it completely.

It's a useless brain.

Sang Lu saw that she was spitting out useless self-blame, so she took advantage of the topic and asked, "Uncle Xiao never drinks, drinking alcohol will accelerate heart attacks, last night, how did you make him drink?"

What is the method? Jiu Mu was asked with a weak face, nothing more than a small threat to him, saying that as long as he drank the wine, I would promise him to practice that damn wind control technique, but how did he know that the wine would cause him to have a heart attack?

He knew better than anyone else that the wine would cause heart disease, so why did he risk his life to drink it?

Do you have to gamble your life for the sake of your own unorthodox nonsense?

Uncle Xiao is really stupid

"What do you say......" Sang Lu interrupted Jiumu's train of thought, his tone a little impatient and angry.

Seeing this, Wushuang pulled Jiu Mu behind him and said to Sang Lu, "Okay, Third Senior Sister, now that Uncle Xiao is finally in danger, Xiao Jiu didn't do it on purpose, why are you so aggressive." ”

Sang Lu smiled disdainfully, "Okay, I won't hold you accountable today, since you are so careless about Uncle Xiao's life, then hand over the Qingxin music score to me for safekeeping." ”

Jiumu grabbed the score in his hand tightly, "Third Senior Sister, this score is related to the life of the junior uncle, I am ordered by the senior brother, how can this score be faked to others?"

Sang Lu didn't give an inch, "You know that it is about the life of the little uncle, and you know that you are ordered by others, if you are the slightest bit concerned, why did the little uncle appear in today's scene?"

Jiu Mu was questioned three times, and he confessed weakly, "However, I have always learned the rhythm of music very quickly, and with this ancient artifact in my hand, I will definitely not let this happen next time." ”

Sang Lu saw that she was clinging to the Qingxin music score, so she lost her patience and said bluntly, "Jiumu Yunxiang, who are you yourself?"

Wushuang heard this very ugly, so he interrupted, "Third Senior Sister, please pay attention to your words. ”

Sang Lu spread out the words and said, "Wushuang, there are all living beings in my demon world, and there are many people who understand the rhythm of music and music, not only the red flute in her hand can play the pure heart song, and no matter what her character and spiritual power are, just today, you say, will I rest assured that I will give her the score?"

Wushuang's eyelids drooped slightly, and he weighed it in his heart, this score in his hand is indeed a hot potato, and it is not good for Xiao Jiu, since the third senior sister wants it so much, why should Xiao Jiu hold on to it.

Presumably said to Jiumu, "Xiao Jiu, the third senior sister insists on this, why don't you hand over the score to her?"

Sang Lu saw that Wushuang was still speaking for Xiao Jiu, and suddenly turned the bow of the boat with interest, saw through Wushuang's thoughts at a glance, and said, "Wushuang is very thoughtful." ”

You have someone you want to protect, and I have someone I want to protect, as long as you are interested, you can have the best of both worlds.

Jiu Mu thought that Wushuang would help him speak, but he didn't expect him to follow the idea of the third senior sister, intending to let him send this score out.

The third senior sister is indeed more careful and thoughtful to the little uncle than herself, but how can this thing that is related to the life of the little uncle be given to others so easily?

When the senior brother comes back, how should he explain to him?

Jiumu is really not at ease.

Just when she was in a dilemma, Sang Lu stepped forward and grabbed the score and said, "Don't worry, when the senior brother comes back, I will explain it clearly." ”

"Third Senior Sister, you ....." Jiumu wanted to go up and recapture it, but was stopped by Wushuang.

"Okay, Xiao Jiu, the third senior sister is more interested in the little uncle than you and me. As the words fell, Wushuang glanced at Sang Lu, and the two looked at each other a little strangely, not saying that their hearts were very transparent.

Jiumu looked lost when he heard this, yes, the third senior sister was really careful and thoughtful to the little uncle, and she even saw through the last reason why she could leave the score.

So, there's not much more to say.

Wushuang looked at her standing still in frustration and guilt, grabbed her shoulder, and said

"Okay, we don't all have to stand here and disturb Uncle Xiao's rest, let's go back. The words fell, and he lifted the medicine bag in his hand and said, "This medicine is still waiting to be boiled." ”