Seeing Mo Xiaolou's speechless expression, Mingyue was happy in her heart, took his hand and pulled him to the table, sat opposite him, and said coquettishly:

"Lou Lou, you are so smart~ You shouldn't really abide by this bet, right?"

"We all swore an oath to our demons at that time, and we couldn't fail to obey it. Besides, if you really repay the debt, you will definitely leave a flaw in your heart, and when you face Ning Daoqi again, you will bow your head in vain. ”

"You are already a head below him, the evil king is the same generation as him, you are a junior...... Huh?"

As soon as Mingyue mentioned the evil king, she suddenly thought that the lover in front of her was Shi Zhixuan's apprentice, and her heart moved. Looking up at him suspiciously, he wondered, "What the hell do you have in mind?"

Mo Xiaolou picked up the wine jug on the table, found that it was tea, and was slightly disappointed, so he put it down again, sighed and said:

"The Demon Gate is my enemy, the righteous path is my enemy, the Li Valve is my enemy, and the whole Sui men are my enemies...... The name Mo Xiaolou, to put it mildly, is the enemy of the whole world. So...... When Ning Daoqi proposed this bet, I agreed to him. ”

Lu Miaozi at the door was about to leave without disturbing their two-person world, but when he heard this, he suddenly frowned and said:

"Did Ning Daoqi just see this and bet with you?"

"Huh?" Mo Xiaolou's eyes froze, frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly said:

"Yes, the old fellow...... It turned out that everything was calculated. Shi Shi once said that the duel between the two, the low hand fights, the master fights, and Ning Daoqi is the master of playing. Before he could make a move, he had already won against me first! Okay, very good! This move was a painful loss! I really look forward to one day, I can have a life-and-death duel with him......

Knowing that he had lost so completely, instead of the slightest disappointment, he rose up with a monstrous fighting spirit.

His appearance of never admitting defeat is exactly what Mingyue likes to see the most, a pair of beautiful eyes, staring at him without blinking.

"What are you going to do about Lou Lou?"

"I've coped. Breaking the news of my death was my last move...... Ning Daoqi asked me to stay incognito for fifteen years, and I simply "died", wouldn't it be thorough?

...... Now that the news of my death has been known to the whole world, do you think my master will ask Ning Daoqi for an explanation? Master Shingon has also booked me, the next Buddhist mountain guard. Also, as everyone knows, I have a God of War catalogue on me......"

Let's be—

Mo Xiaolou had a smile on his face, and was about to speak, when his left cheek was cold-

But it was Mingyue who took a bite and pecked him in the face.

"You're really afraid that the world won't be chaotic, but I like it! Lou Lou ~ I haven't done a for you for a long time, the moonlight is just right tonight, it's better to ......"

Before Mo Xiaolou could reply, he saw Mingyue glaring at Lu Miaozi with a side face, and said coldly:

"Lu Miaozi. It's none of your business, you, get out!"

"This is really a river crossing, hehe......"

Lu Miaozi shook her head and went out with a wry smile.

Before leaving, he was very kind enough to help them close the door.

Click.

The lock is dropped.

Suddenly, the light dimmed, and then the rumbling sound continued, which seemed to be the sound of various gears running.

By the time Mo Xiaolou could see things again, the indoor environment had changed greatly: the room was full of brilliance, the walls were painted with carved beams, the doors and windows were all hung with curtains and beads, and the exquisite and gorgeous palace lamps reflected a sense of crystal and haze.

Teacher's assist, full marks!

Mingyue couldn't help but give Lu Miaozi a thumbs up in her heart.

While Mo Xiaolou was still stunned, Mingyue took out a new jade flute, tapped him on the forehead, and said:

"Lou Lou, do you want to know why I am called the number one talented woman in the world?"

Mo Xiaolou was a little moved. He had already heard that Mingyue's best song was called "Biwu and Dew Drop Qingqiu", he had asked her to play several times before, but Mingyue always found various reasons to perfunctory the past.

He nodded hurriedly and said, "Then I must see it!"

The beautiful lady took her jade fingers and put the jade flute to her lips.

Xiao Yin flickered.

The fairy music wind is heard everywhere, the music is wonderful, and the frustration is impermanent.

It seems to be in harmony with all things in heaven and earth, and the breathing of the notes and the twists between the musical phrases are explained through the sound of whining. Even if there is a break in ventilation in the middle, it only gives people a lingering feeling of endless and dead.

Mingyue's popularity in music theory has already reached the pinnacle of advancement, not to mention that what he is playing at this time is his own famous song.

If we calculate from the realm of martial arts, the bright moon played in the Scattered Flower Building before is subtle and has reached the realm of transformation, then at this time, it can be regarded as the unity of heaven and man, and it is already the highest level of skill.

Xiao Yin suddenly raised and generous, and suddenly complained and whispered, until it was infinitely low, and then turned into infinity.

The sound of the piano continued, and the figure dressed in white like snow was dancing lightly, Xiao was no longer in his mouth, but was held by Mingyue, moving with the dance steps, and playing with the resonance of true qi and air. There seemed to be a virtual jade flute in the air, which was being played by her with priority movements, fast or slow.

A pair of amorous eyes always stared at Mo Xiaolou, and told him clearly that this song was only played for him.

Even people with a firm mind like Mo Xiaolou are already crazy. Unconsciously substituted into the realm of music, ignoring the passage of time.

How to describe this song?

It's heavenly, flawless.

How to describe this person?

The sky is beautiful, and the world is unparalleled.

It's so beautiful that it feels unreal, like a fairy in a painting.

Xiao Yin stopped.

If he hadn't stayed with her for a long time and had already gotten used to her beauty, Mo Xiaolou would definitely lose his temper, but at this time, he barely maintained a gentle appearance, turned sideways to the right, and said with emotion: "Mingyue, it's really ...... No. 1 in the world. ”

Mingyue walked slowly towards Mo Xiaolou, raised her head lightly, and opened her lips slightly, as if there were thousands of charms that she wanted to appeal to you.

"Lou Lou, are you tempted? Today...... Mingyue is at your disposal......"

Mo Xiaolou stared directly at her beautiful eyes, as well as ...... Gently untie the sash belt......

The next moment, he gently took Mingyue into his arms, lowered his head and buried it between her buns, sniffing the soft fragrance.

He suddenly felt a great pain in his heart, for this proud, changeable, money-greedy, and occasionally neurotic woman.

She didn't have to be in such a hurry, she could wait, she could come naturally, she could carefully design every emotional game with Mo Xiaolou, and she could use all kinds of flirtatious means to make Mo Xiaolou love her a little more than herself......

She thought she could.

However, when she heard the news of Mo Xiaolou's death, she had completely understood her heart. She was in pain, sad, helpless, and angry...... Until you wake up and see him again......

I don't want to lose him anymore.

Therefore, she used the most daring, direct, and undignified way in this way, almost lowering herself to a very low position and taking the initiative to dedicate herself.

However, who can say that this kind of directness, this kind of abandonment, is not the most impressive to Mo Xiaolou?

Perhaps it is in this way that Mo Xiaolou can love her more than herself. He already loves this kind of unpolished roughness the most, and he loves this neatness and briskness even more.

Just like his knife, the simpler it is, the more crisp it is.

One sincerity is worth a thousand coincidences.

Emotionally, the one who admits defeat is the winner.

A thousand words can't match an affectionate kiss.