Chapter 391 The Sudden Sound of the Piano

The sound of the guqin paused, and the tune immediately turned again, but this time the sound of the pipa no longer followed it, but several sounds one after another, like a heavy rain falling from the sky, pouring out the sadness and resentment created by the guqin in one fell swoop. annihilate...

The embrace behind her was slightly warm, with a very faint fragrance, which penetrated into Ning Xuemo's nose, her body froze, she was half awake, and the sanity that was almost controlled by the sound of the piano was also pulled back.

She was very familiar with this body fragrance, and when her face changed, she subconsciously wanted to struggle: "You..."

"Be good!" As soon as Han Shanyue's arm tightened, Ning Xuemo's body fell into his embrace.

He didn't know which acupoint he tapped on her body, but she couldn't move for a moment.

His breath was just above his head, his arms wrapped around her, and his fingers swept across the lute without stopping.

The clanging sound of the pipa flowed out from his fingertips, and the tune was also very pleasant. The sound of the qin outside was interrupted several times by the sound of his pipa, and it was slightly scattered.

Ning Xuemo's heart moved. Could it be that this Mr. Han Shanyue is fighting with the piano players outside?

However, why did Mao have to hold her in his arms and shoot her?

At this time, she was happy to give the pipa to him!

The people who play the piano outside are obviously not to be provoked. The tune changes again, and it is like the north wind whistling in the cold winter and twelfth moon. The north wind blows the white grass.

Everyone who was just about to wake up from the music immediately stepped into the ice cellar again, shivering.

Ning Xuemo also shivered slightly and wanted to dance again.

Suddenly I felt like two balls of cotton had been stuffed into my ears, and the sound of the piano outside suddenly became much quieter.

"Keep Yuanyi, don't think about it, don't feel sad or happy..." A voice seemed to come from her mind.

This is a formula for cultivation, and Ning Xuemo faintly felt that this scene seemed familiar, as if she had experienced it before.

This time was not the time for her to think wildly, she simply closed her eyes slightly in his arms to adjust her breath.

I don't know why, but now she is obviously annoyed by the person behind, but in his arms, she can quickly enter into meditation and regulate her whole body's qi and blood.

Han Shanyue held the beauty in her arms, her face was still indifferent, but white light began to shine through her hands, plucking on the strings of the pipa.

As the sound of the pipa flowed, it seemed that the raging cold was forcibly dissipated by the lingering spring, and every inch of the land was green and frozen.

The pipa in Ning Xuemo's arms was used by the court musicians. Although it was of high quality, it was an ordinary musical instrument after all.

Once Han Shanyue's thought power was poured into it, the ordinary strings of the pipa immediately trembled unbearably.

"Bang!" A string broke! The sound of the pipa suddenly stopped!

The sound of the piano outside seized the gap and immediately became high-pitched again.

People had just felt the warm spring feeling in the sound of the pipa, but now they are brought to the hot summer by the sound of the lute, and everyone feels that the surrounding air is also sultry and burning.

They started to sweat profusely, and some people couldn't help but start to undress, and some even ripped off their shirts in a hurry...

Damn it!

Hanshan Yuemeifeng frowned, his fingers pressed back on the pipa strings, and only the remaining strings were used to play beautiful notes.

This time, he did not specifically oppose the sound of the piano outside, but played the tune of high mountains and flowing water.

The water is gurgling, the mountain wind blows lightly, and there are white clouds floating and hovering above the peak.

Everyone felt refreshed, and the undressed finally stopped.