Chapter 1063
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'Is Little Junior Sister still human?'
Everyone sighed and waited for Mu Yan to apologize to Little Martial Uncle.
However, Mu Yan suddenly raised her sword and slashed at the zither on the table.
With a clang, the zither strings broke and the wine pot trembled.
The people of the Xiaoyao School were dumbfounded. They trembled like dog's tail grass in the winter wind.
'Heavens!
Is Little Junior Sister crazy?
She actually cut Little Martial Uncle's zither.
Does she not want to live? '
Mu Yan raised her head and looked at Luo Yunxiao with clenched teeth, "Little Martial Uncle, is this called playing the zither? Even an ox playing the zither can't play like this! I was tortured by ten thousand swords in there, and you actually used this demonic sound to poison my ears. Don't you feel guilty! "
Gulp!
The people of the Xiaoyao School swallowed: 'Little Junior Sister is so, so brave! She actually said that Little Martial Uncle was playing the zither like an ox. '
Although they also felt that even if a cow plucked the strings, it would be better than Little Martial Uncle's playing, but they didn't dare to say so!
Luo Yunxiao looked down at her broken zither and frowned, "Playing the zither like an ox? Are you saying that I'm not good? "
Mu Yan sneered and stepped forward to take the zither that had three of its strings cut off.
Her fingers were slender, pale and cold, and there was still congealed blood on her fingertips.
But when she touched the remaining four strings, it suddenly seemed to come to life.
Clink! Clink!
The melodious sound of the zither slowly sounded. From lingering and gentle, it became impassioned.
The people of the Xiaoyao School were intoxicated and immersed in it, not willing to wake up.
'Right! This is the sound of the zither, this is music! '
Yun Ruohan and the others saw Mu Yan play the zither to help Chu Moli last night, so they knew that Mu Yan's zither skills were far more than that.
Clap!
Mu Yan suddenly slapped the zither in front of Luo Yunxiao and said word by word, "Did you hear that? This is called playing the zither! Don't use your demonic voice that can't even be compared to sawing wood to poison our ears! Little! Master! Uncle! "
The faces of the people of the Xiaoyao School were flushed with excitement.
'Little Junior Sister is right, Little Junior Sister is mighty, long live Little Junior Sister!'
It was simply saying what they didn't dare to say!
Luo Yunxiao's thick and long eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a faint silhouette on her slightly fair and lustrous cheeks.
For some reason, he felt a sense of helplessness and grievance.
The people of the Xiao Yao Sect all gasped, feeling as if they had done something unforgivable.
The anger, excitement, and the thought of forcing Little Uncle-Master not to play the zither disappeared without a trace at this moment.
Even Mu Yan felt her scalp go numb, but her voice no longer had the same imposing manner as before. "You, your playing is really too awful. I'm just telling the truth."
"Jun Muyan, since you say that my playing is unpleasant." Luo Yunxiao raises her head, looks straight at Mu Yan, and slowly says, "Then why don't you teach me how to play the zither?"
Muyan stares blankly. Teach him to play the zither?
"Why?" She was as busy as a dog every day. How could she have time to teach him how to play the zither?
Furthermore, it was obvious that Luo Yunxiao was tone deaf when he played that demonic tune.
If she wanted to teach him how to play the zither, she might as well teach Chi Wen. Maybe the chances of her teaching him would be higher.
Luo Yunxiao says, "Oh." She reaches for the zither at the side, and is about to strum it.
"No, Little Uncle-Master!" Yun Ruohan screams, "Don't play, don't play, I beg you. Little Junior Sister didn't say that she wouldn't teach! Little Junior Sister, don't you think so? "
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