"Damn! I swear! I will never let this happen again in the future! I will never let this idiot come out to harm people again!" Leng Han gritted his teeth and swore viciously at the other soul in his spiritual aperture!

"Huh, that's that?" Leng Han looked at the stone room! He immediately waved his hand and shouted, "Damn, don't care, find a place to rinse it first!"

Leng Han rushed out of the room in three steps and two steps, and entered a passageway, he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he kept rushing forward without a head, and finally, he entered the hall of this cave mansion!

"Yes, yes, Lao Tzu likes it!!It seems that this is a very high-level cave!" Leng Han looked around, looked at the night pearl on the stone wall, and suddenly understood where he was now!

Leng Han walked to a stone table and chair, there were some spirit fruits on the table, he sat down on the chair in a big way, picked up a spirit fruit on the table and ate it!

As soon as the spirit fruit hit his stomach, a cool feeling instantly struck his whole body!

"Good, good fruit, so comfortable!"

Just as Leng Han was enjoying the beautiful fruit, suddenly, the sound of wisps of strings suddenly sounded!

The sound of the piano is euphemistic but resolute, trickling in, like mountains and flowing water, gurgling charm such as resentment and admiration, such as crying and complaining. The cave is quiet, hazy, and quiet, only at the lotus pond, there is still a tireless sound of broken pianos, slow, elegant, but with a touch of desolation, hitting my heart......

The sound of the piano is intermittent, as thin as a gossamer. Suddenly, there was a rush, majesty, and excitement! The sound of the piano was ethereal, and the rhyme gradually calmed down, as if the tide had fallen, the moon was bright and the wind was clear, and the sandbanks were quiet. The sound of the piano was mournful and indignant, desolate, and whimpering, as if splashed with a little tear, and the wisps of it were about to be broken and connected, like a light cloud floating indefinitely. Like a breeze like a shower in the air, and like an autumn rain, it is sad and pathetic, and it is moving.

The sound of the piano, low and mournful, like crying and complaining, is like an unfortunate person telling his suffering!

The faint and broken rhythm of the qin sound, evoking the sorrow of his homeland and relatives that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, and the confusion of his own fate, he put down the spirit fruit in his hand, slowly got up, and followed the notes to the edge of the wide lotus pond!

There are many night pearls embedded in the top of the lotus pond, under the illumination of the night pearls, I saw a pavilion in the center of the lotus pond, which is ten zhang away from the shore where the cold is located!

The murmuring sound of the piano evoked the infinite affection in Leng Han's heart! He looked at the girl in purple in the cold with confused eyes. Unconsciously, the sound of the piano stopped, but he was still emotionally uneasy in his chest, and he couldn't help but say:

At the end of the song, beware of drawing, the four strings sound like cracks.

Who is still playing the piano, knocking on my heart.

The heart of the bomber is still quiet, and the listener is sad

The girl in purple was shocked to find someone coming, so she got up, held the long piano and dodged, stepped on the water, crossed a beautiful arc, and landed in front of the cold cold!

"When you wake up, you should rest and run around!"

The girl in purple was Qiao'er, she glanced at Leng Han lightly, and her tone was cold!

Leng Han grinned, stared at the beauty in front of him with wide eyes and no worries!

I saw that this woman looked sixteen or seventeen years old, a little head taller than herself, with three-dimensional facial features, a well-proportioned figure, white teeth and red lips, and extremely beautiful. Her beauty can be said to care about symmetry, the facial organs, torso and arms, as if they were born to be such a pair, there is nothing when viewed separately, and when viewed together, it feels that they echo each other and help each other, and if any of them are changed in another style, it will be much worse.

Seeing Leng Han looking at herself like this, Qiao'er's eyelids were raised as if she were open, and a trace of anger flashed in her dark eyes, and she said coldly: "You are so rude at such a young age! Don't look at it again!"

Leng Han II is a human being, his psychological age and the thickness of his face are already at the level of an uncle, hearing Qiao'er's words, he wanted to laugh in his heart, and hurriedly waved his hand, glanced at it and said: "Don't dare, don't dare! Presumably the girl saved me, I was about to thank the girl! Well, by the way!!, I don't know what the girl is called?"

Qiao'er glanced at Leng Han lightly, and said, "Thank you for it, you don't need to, besides, look at you like this, what do you use to thank me?" Well-I know, if you don't express your gratitude to me, you will definitely be happy in your heart...... Well, I'll ask you a few questions, and you'll just answer me truthfully! ”

Qiao'er's eyes flashed and chuckled, and then said: "As for the title, it depends on your performance and my mood!"

Leng Han's eyelids rolled, and he said in his heart: "To deal with you little girl, Lao Tzu is not ready to catch it!"

Leng Han was thinking about it, only to hear Qiao'er say again: "By the way, what were you talking about here just now? Is it poetry? I like poetry the most, everyone in our poetry book door can write poetry, but no one can meet my liking!"

Leng Han smiled secretly in his heart, poetry, he has a lot of them, just see when they can be used, he re-soaked the one just now, and then his eyes flashed slightly and said: "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island."

My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

Jagged wattles, left and right flowing.

My Fair Lady, I covet it.

I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it.

Leisurely, tossing and turning.

Jagged wattles, picked left and right.

My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano.

Jagged wattle, left and right.

My Fair Lady, bells and drums.

After finishing the song, Leng Han stood aside with anxiety in his heart, and was stunned to hold Qiao'er, this is the so-called poetry that can only be experienced and cannot be spoken! Qiao'er is savoring the artistic conception in the poem!

Qiao'er slowly paced small steps, lowered her head and savored it, after a while, she suddenly woke up, her face suddenly showed a flush, and suddenly she inexplicably felt a strange ripple feeling in her heart about the cold. He shouted, "Ah, let's go in and talk about it!" After saying that, he hurriedly walked towards the outer house, and his whole heart kept pounding!

The two sat opposite each other in the cave, chatting and singing poems, Qiao'er had a strong feeling of seeing each other late for Leng Handa! During this time, Leng Han washed down and changed into a set of clothes! According to Qiao'er, this dress belonged to her father!

Before you know it, half a day has passed! At this time, the two of them are talking happily!

Suddenly, I felt a tingling pain in the dantian, and then a fierce air flow broke out like a mountain torrent, instantly sweeping every vein in the body, and the blood suddenly went up retrograde at this time!

With a cold "um", he let out a painful wail, and his whole body fell to the ground with a "bang", and began to tremble violently, and his whole face turned pale in an instant!