At the end of the song, the figures of the two slowly descended from the sky.
Muyan was still dizzy until the hair on her temples was gently brushed away.
The man's deep and hoarse voice rang close to her earlobe, "Yanyan, are you satisfied with my dance?"
Muyan suddenly came back to her senses, only to find that everyone in the Yaoguang Branch was staring at her in unison.
Immediately, his face turned red, and he wanted to hold his forehead and sigh.
She really was shooting herself in the foot.
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"Uncle, it's your turn next."
"That's right, Teacher Mo is already dancing, how can you not sing?"
"Hee hee, we are all from the same sect, even if your singing is incomplete, we won't laugh at you, little uncle."
Luo Yunxiao held a wine glass in her left hand, and a barbecue in her right hand.
The actions of others eating meat are always bold and vulgar.
But when he did it, it was elegant and noble, as warm and moist as jade, as handsome as a banished fairy.
Hearing the booing of several people, the young man slowly raised his thick eyelashes, and glanced at the loudest people with indifferent eyes.
In an instant, the noise stopped abruptly.
Luo Yu and Leng Yumo all retracted their necks in embarrassment, not daring to say a word.
At this moment, Chu Moli suddenly smiled and said, "If my junior uncle is embarrassed to sing alone, how about asking my junior sister to accompany you?"
"That's right, Junior Sister's piano skills are superb. If Junior Sister accompanies her, it will definitely cover up some of my Junior Sister's incomplete tunes."
Muyan is confused: What did she do? Why is she lying down again
However, thinking of listening to the little uncle singing, she couldn't help showing a smirk, stood up and patted the dust on her hands.
"Okay, I'll accompany the little uncle."
Saying that, before Luo Yunxiao could refuse, she had already sat down on the ground, took out the Tianmoqin and played it lightly.
When the piano sounded, Luo Yunxiao was still silent, the clouds were calm and the wind was breezy.
Just when everyone thought that the little uncle would not speak even if he was killed.
Suddenly, there was a low and warm voice that could make the ears pregnant.
It wasn't a song, just a soft humming.
It is also like the whisper of an elf that humans cannot understand.
But this music is so vast and clear, gurgling, as if it can directly hit the depths of people's souls.
Even Muyan was dumbfounded.
He stared blankly at the gentle and elegant little uncle like a banished fairy.
It's hard to believe that this song came out of his mouth.
Isn't this a joke
Can sing such a beautiful song, how can you play the piano with such a magic sound piercing your ears
The sound of the piano faded away, and the singing stopped as if it had been sensed.
There was a moment of silence in the square, and then the pot exploded.
"God, Teacher Mo, little uncle, are you human? Is there anything in this world that can hinder you?"
"I've never been disobedient before, but I really admire Teacher Mo and Junior Martial Uncle."
Chu Moli lowered his eyelids slightly, and said in a low voice that only he could hear: "Isn't the one you should admire the most, Junior Sister?"
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Ling Yusheng raised his head and showed a shy smile: "The second batch of meat is roasted and the wine is warm, don't you come to eat?"
"Here we come!! Oh, Xiao Wu is the most virtuous and loves you the most!"
"Mr. Mo, little uncle, come here, come drink and eat barbecue!!"
"Ah, Fourth Senior Sister, that piece of barbecue is mine, don't snatch it from me!"