Muyan glanced at Qin Jiu, and then at Luo Yu beside him.
Qin Jiu lowered his head, avoiding her sight.
Luo Yu also looked confused.
Obviously, Luo Yu didn't know what [curse] was either.
She frowned, but after all, she turned and went back to her room without asking any questions.
As soon as the exhausted Muyan returned to the room, she fell into a deep sleep.
She didn't notice that there was a gaze that had been watching Chu Moli's room since she played the piano.
Until she left, she still followed her back until she completely disappeared behind the door.
"Master, is she... the person you're looking for?" Chi kiss's voice was no longer as wretched as usual, only deep and dignified.
Luo Yunxiao looked up at Yinyue Xinghui, there was no expression on his handsome face.
But those pitch-black eyes were bottomless and turbulent.
Just when Chiwen thought that its master would not answer, it heard the man's low and faint voice, "Maybe...in the dark...no one can escape..."
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At Maoshi the next day, Muyan yawned and went out, and was about to go to Tianguang Market to learn swordsmanship with her junior uncle.
When he went out, he was startled.
I saw a handsome man sitting outside my own door.
The man is sitting in a wheelchair, with an easel in front of him, a paintbrush in his hand, and is dabbing on the canvas.
But the problem was that at dawn, the direction he was facing was pitch black, and there was nothing there.
Is this drawing a ghost
"Third senior brother, are you... recovered from your illness?" Muyan asked cautiously, "Why did you come out to paint so early and don't sleep for a while?"
Chu Moli didn't stop moving his hands, and didn't even glance at her.
But he said lightly: "I heard everything you said in the sound of the piano yesterday."
"What?"
Chu Moli looked back at her, and Muyan didn't know how to describe that look.
It is both arrogant and expectant, with a hint of neurotic self-willedness.
"You said that one day the curse on me will be removed?"
Muyan froze for a moment, touched her nose, "Senior brother, your hearing is so good, I thought you were already immersed in a dream!"
Chu Moli snorted coldly, "Since it's what you said, you have to be responsible."
"Cough...then at least the third senior brother should tell me first, what is the curse?"
When Muyan asked this sentence, the expression on Chu Moli's face became dimmed visible to the naked eye.
He stared blankly at the dark night sky for a long time before he lost his interest and said: "Junior Martial Sister, I was just joking with you just now. You go, if you are late, Junior Martial Uncle will not let you go."
Muyan frowned.
Why both the senior brother and the third senior brother are unwilling to mention the "curse"
How terrible is the "curse"? Is it more terrifying than gut-piercing poison or Gu worms
She hesitated and wanted to leave, but just as she took a step, she couldn't help but turn her head.
"Third Senior Brother, I really can't lift the curse on you right now." She said each word firmly, "But in the future, every time you get sick, I will definitely be by your side, weaving your dreams with the sound of the piano, so that you will be less tired." Suffer."
"Even if I can't be by your side, I will definitely find a way to relieve your pain. Do you believe me?"
Chu Moli suddenly raised his head, staring at her with straight eyes, "Who are you?"
Muyan smiled slightly, turned her wrist, and the Tianmoqin twirled in her hand, the sound of the piano was swaying like the sounds of heaven.