At the end of the song, the two figures slowly descend from the sky.
Mu Yan is still dizzy until the hair on her temples is gently pushed aside.
The man's deep and husky voice sounds against her earlobe, "Yanyan, are you satisfied with Ben Jun's dance?"
Mu Yan suddenly comes back to herself, only to find that everyone in the Yaoguang Branch is looking at her.
Her face immediately turns red, and she wants to hold her forehead and sigh.
She really lifted a rock to drop it on her own foot.
… …
"Young martial uncle, it's your turn next."
"That's right, Instructor Mo is dancing, how can you not sing?"
"Hehe, we're all from the same school. Even if young martial uncle sings tone-deaf, we won't laugh at you."
Luo Yunxiao holds a wine glass in her left hand and a barbecue in her right hand.
Other people's movements when eating meat are always bold and vulgar.
But when he does it, it's elegant and noble, gentle like jade, like a banished immortal, handsome and otherworldly.
Hearing the jeering, the young man slowly raises his long eyelashes, and his indifferent eyes sweep over the loudest people.
In a split second, the noise comes to an abrupt end.
Luo Yu and Leng Yumo shrunk their necks in embarrassment, not daring to make a sound.
Just then, Chu Moli suddenly smiles and says, "If young martial uncle is too embarrassed to sing alone, how about letting little junior sister accompany you?"
"Yes, yes, little junior sister's zither skills are superb. If little junior sister accompanies you, it can certainly cover up a little of young martial uncle's tone-deaf."
Mu Yan is dumbfounded: What did I do? Why am I the one who's lying down again?
However, thinking that she can listen to young martial uncle sing, she can't help but reveal an evil smile. She stands up and dusts off the dust on her hands.
"Okay, I'll accompany young martial uncle."
Saying that, without waiting for Luo Yunxiao to refuse, she sits on the ground, takes out the Tian Mo Qin and gently plays.
The sound of the zither resounds, but Luo Yunxiao is still silent and indifferent.
Just when everyone thinks that young martial uncle won't open his mouth no matter what,
Suddenly, a low and warm sound that can make one's ears pregnant resounds.
It's not a song, just a soft humming.
It's also like the murmur of an elf that humans can't understand.
But this music is so vast and clear, as if it can directly hit the depths of people's souls.
Even Mu Yan is dumbfounded.
He raised his head and stared blankly at his Junior Martial Uncle, who was as gentle and elegant as a banished immortal.
They couldn't believe that this song came from his mouth.
Wasn't this a joke?
If he could sing such a beautiful song, how could he play the zither with such a magical sound?
The sound of the zither gradually faded, and the singing also stopped as if it had sensed it.
The square was silent for a moment, and then it exploded.
"Heavens, Instructor Mo, Martial Uncle, are you guys even human? Is there anything in this world that can stop you? "
"In the past, I've never been convinced by anyone, but towards Teacher Mo and Little Martial Uncle, I truly admire them from the bottom of my heart."
However, Chu Moli's eyelids drooped slightly. In a low voice that only he could hear, he said, "Isn't the one that should be admired the most junior sister?"
…
Ling Yusheng raised his head and revealed a bashful smile. "The second wave of meat is done, and the wine is warmed. Aren't you coming to eat?"
"They're coming! Aiya, Xiaowu is still the most virtuous, I love you the most! "
"Instructor Mo, Junior Uncle, come, come, come, come, come, drink some wine and eat some barbecue!!"
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