Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife

The guqin sounded, and the tune turned again immediately, but this time the pipa sound no longer followed it, but several sounds in succession, such as a heavy rain under the sky, pouring the sadness and sorrow of the guqin Off ...

The embrace behind was slightly warm, with a faint scent of fragrance, and Qin entered Ning Xuemo's nose. She was stiff, half awake, and the mind that was almost controlled by the sound of the piano also pulled back.

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

"Be obedient!" As soon as Han Shanyue's arm was tightened, Ning Xuemo's body fell completely into his arms.

He didn't know which acupuncture point on her, which made her unable to move instantly.

His breath was just above his head, his arms around her, his fingers kept passing over the lute.

The cymbal lute sounded from his fingertips, and the tune was very good. The outside piano sound was interrupted several times by his lute sound, and was slightly scattered.

Ning Xuemo's heart moved. Is this Mr. Han Shanyue fighting with the outside player?

But, must Mao hold her in his arms and shoot?

At this time she would be happy to give him the lute!

Obviously, those who played the piano outside were not easy to mess with. The tune changed again and again. The north wind rolls up the white grass.

The people who were about to wake up from the sound of music immediately stepped into the ice cellar like a foot, and shivered.

Ning Xuemo also took a nap and wanted to dance.

Suddenly, two ears of cotton seemed to be stuffed into the ears, and the sound of the piano outside suddenly became much smaller.

"Conservative Yuan Yi, don't want to think about it, don't be sad or happy ..." A voice sounded from her mind.

This is a recipe for cultivation. Ning Xuemo faintly feels that this scene seems familiar, as if when it was experienced.

At this time, naturally, it was not her time to think wildly. She simply closed her eyes in his arms to adjust her breath.

I don't know why, she is now very annoyed by the person behind her, but in his arms she can quickly settle and regulate the whole body and blood.

Han Shanyue embraced the beauty, and her face was still indifferent, except that white light began to come out in her hands, dialing on the lute string.

With the sound of the lute, it seems that the lingering cold is forcibly dispelled by the spring, and the earth is stained with green and frozen.

The pipa in Ning Xuemo's arms was used by court musicians. Although it is also top quality, it is an ordinary musical instrument.

Once Han Shanyue Nianli was infused into it, the ordinary lute string could not stand shaking immediately.

"Bang!" A string broke! The lute sound stopped suddenly!

The sound of the outside piano grabbing the gap immediately became loud again.

People had just felt the warm spring in the sound of the lute, but now they were brought by the sound of the piano to the hot summer. Everyone felt that the surrounding air was sweltering and burning.

One after another began to sweat heavily, and some people could not help but began to undress, and some were even anxious to directly open their shirts ...

Damn it!

When Han Shan Yuemei peaked for a moment, she pressed her finger back on the lute string, and she used only the remaining strings to play beautiful notes.

This time, instead of facing the piano outside, he played the tune of high mountains and flowing water.

The water is flowing and the mountain breeze blows. There are white clouds floating and hovering above the peak.

Everyone felt refreshed and finally took off.