Reborn Spoiled Ming Wangfei

Chapter 77: Moon Down Xiaoqin Concerto (2)

“You said you could play the piano!” Windshield sat quietly and gracefully, as if in an old position in the wilderness, implying all kinds of feelings he could not speak of.

“I didn't say fiddle for Pluto!” Blue Phantom thinks there's an absolute obstacle to communication between the two of them. Is this the man God sent to fix himself?

“You didn't tell me not to play the piano!” The wind's wings reflected a dazzling light in her eyes, as if rubbing the stars and moon into her heart.

In that look, somehow Blue Phantom could not say anything to refuse, was about to go back to get the piano, but was stopped by the wind wing, a woman in black appeared in the courtyard, this woman's temperament was somewhat similar to that of Blue Feng, but obviously it was not as cold as Blue Feng, because at this time Dark Three was looking at Blue Phantom with a worship look.

Is this the woman the master likes? It's so small, but the temperament is very good. It must be big enough for the master to like it, and she's still a good sounding girl. It means she's very talented. How can a sweet girl fall into the master's hands? He must have been eaten to death by his master in the future, but he still loves this girl.

Blue Phantom sees the guard in front of him holding a perfect violin, but he doesn't give it to himself, and he looks at himself with his favorite eyes, and how can that look a little obscene?

“Dark Three!” Wind Wing Xuan let the dark tremble. She just loved this soft little girl. She accidentally revealed her nature, wondering if the future mother would hate herself? What should we do?

“Hip-hop, Blue Girl, this is Dark Three, this is the violin the master asked your men to bring you!” Dark Three is not a lot of ordinary words, only in front of one's own people, but now in front of Blue Phantom, in order to make a good impression for the mother-in-law, Dark Three is very friendly.

Blue Phantom smiled and nodded. She found that the people around Wind Wing Xuan were very jumpy. I really don't know how such a cold master could be in such a jumping subordinate.

This is a pitch-black ancient violin, much more precious than its own, with a beaded violin, full shape, black paint, and broken water flow. If you're right, this is the famous Light Water Guqin. Light water Guqin is the top three players in the musical instrument rankings. I don't know how many people who love musical instruments want to look at it, but I didn't expect it to be here.

Blue Phantom Ben loved the instrument, and seeing such a refined ancient qin would inevitably be a bit of a favorite, quiet mind sitting in the courtyard. “Yi--" Blue Phantom Fiber Jade hands touched the strings, ancient and moving music came out, Blue Phantom heart praised, good violin!

The strings flipped under her, leaving the number of strings unclear. Sometimes the trickling creek slides out of his fingers, and sometimes the giant waves like a pendulum come from the board, causing the listener to forget time and space. Blue Phantom's voice has an indescribable sense of sadness. It seems that there is no place for heartache. The wind and wings look at the girl in the night immersed in the music. She takes out the dark depression from the body she carries, and the soft whistle is caught in the rhyme.

The light water violin sounds right in the middle of peace, with clear and unseen holes, even more moving. The sound of the violin grew higher and lower, but the sound slowly subsided, but the whistle continued to go low, like the swimming wire floating with the wind, but it continued, adding to the sense of intestinal turbulence.

Blue Phantom lights the lips, sad words float in the Phantom Palace

“A little dead leaf butterfly, flying among the woods, with its protective colour, stops at the twigs frightened.

Though it's just a dead leaf butterfly with sparks and warm blood in its heart, the storm is too intense and the little wings are discolored.

Dead leaf butterflies, dead leaf butterflies, once unprotected, pale and fragile, drifting down, who can fly together, lonely.