"Do you think you are serious or are you playing hard to get?" In the room, Mu Jianli helped Xue Mu wipe his face expressionlessly, and Xue Mu leaned on the chair and sighed.

He was not a fake or serious trick of trying to get. At that time, his mind was working hard, and he was not in a good position. He really didn't care about the troubles of men and women. He was thrown over by Luo Qianxue's brush, and he threw his ink on his face and forgot to use his skills to resist, so he could only run away in a panic.

What I sighed was not the ink, but the chance to steal it was lost by myself.

If you really want to have a hidden rule, the little guard will definitely follow it. As a result, he is stupid and goes into the pit. By the night, he really comes, so he can't stand it and hide it. Besides, Mu Jianli witnessed it throughout the whole process. Luo Qianxue is her friend again, and even if she looks like she has to hold on to this good image of not being greedy for the sake of doing things.

"Whether it's better, write a song first." Xue Mu wiped his face, spread a piece of paper, picked up the pen and wanted to write "Swords Like Dreams", but as soon as the tip of the pen touched the paper, he suddenly became stunned.

Don’t mention the scribble score, no one can understand even if the simplified score is written!

What does the musical score in this world look like?

Xue Mu's cheeks twitched a few times, and suddenly jumped up to rummage through the cabinets.

This is the residence of the demons in the backyard of Tianxianglou. With the taste of the demons, the study room is quite elegant. Xue Mu searched for a while and found a curly score quickly. When he spread it out, he turned into a cross-eye.

What is strange about ancient times? The words are not words, and the symbols are not like symbols, and they are messy. No wonder Linghu Chong hid a music score and was suspected to be the Evil-Breaking Sword Score. If this music score is similar to that, it will be very weird no matter how you look at it!

Mu Jianli asked strangely next to him: "What's wrong?"

"That..." Xue Mu handed over the music score: "Do you know each other?"

Mu Jianli's head was shaking like a rattle. What a joke? The girl who has been holding a sword since she was a child, let alone know the score, let alone let her sing, would it probably be incomplete tone?

She asked carefully: "You...can't you be ignorant of the spectrum?"

The air seemed to have frozen for a while, Xue Mudan grinned in pain, and Mu Jianli blinked his eyes.

In Mu Jianli's mind, she is knowledgeable, talented, knowledgeable, and can be used to write poems, songs, and essays. In addition to being unable to do force, she is simply omnipotent... In fact, she doesn't know the score.

There was no sense of collapse. Mu Jianli didn't pay attention to these things. She just found it funny: "Then why did you sing such a nice song without hesitation?"

Xue Mu waved his hand with shamelessness: "Forget it, go and let Qianxue come over directly, I sing and she writes!"

After a while, Luo Qianxue walked in with a smelly face in her arms and stopped the manuscript aside: "The Journey to the West is ready, please review the manuscript."

"Let it go first." Xue Mu looked around and saw Mu Jianli, and said strangely: "Where is Jianli?"

"She said that the young master must have something to say to me, so he should avoid it for a while." Luo Qianxue's expressionless face: "What are the instructions for the young master?"

Xue Mu turned his head and looked at her for a while. Suddenly, he felt that this girl was also very cute. After all, she was just a little demon girl who had been practicing in the sect. He laughed: "Qianxue, you can't do this."

Luo Qianxue said: "Where can't do it?"

"I can't hide my mind. I can't be a witch, nor can I be an artist." Xue Mu smiled and said, "Isn't it the basic skill of the witches who are smiling and stabbing them secretly?"

Luo Qianxue said angrily: "How dare you stab me? I'll try someone else in front of me."

Xue Mu waved: "Come here."

Luo Qianxue subconsciously walked to him. Xue Mu sat on the chair and looked up for a moment, lowered his voice and said, "I know you can hide it from the outside. But I can't help but feel a little worried, and I'm always afraid that you will be abducted by someone if you don't have much experience."

Luo Qianxue stuttered a little again: "I was kidnapped away by someone. What's your business? You don't want it."

Xue Mu lowered his eyes and fell on the paper, but his eyes were not very focal, but he just said to himself in a slight way: "I'm just afraid I'm too greedy."

Luo Qianxue was silent. Then she sighed softly and went to look at the manuscript paper in front of him.

There are already a few lyrics on the paper: "Where is my sword going, love and hate are hard to love; my knife cuts through the sky, and it is not even clear whether it is right or wrong. I am drunk in a hazy way, gratitude and resentment are illusion or emptiness; I wake up a spring dream, and everything in life and death becomes empty."

At first glance, he had several empty words, which seemed to be a bad word. But as Luo Qianxue looked at it, she gradually moved.

Excellent, touching words are not in form.

But Xue Mu slowly said, "I am always in this world, and I am always drunk and awake. I don't know what I see is illusion or emptiness. I don't know what I understand is ignorance and emptiness. I don't know where to go. I always fear that I will suddenly dream of looking back. It turns out that it is all ridiculous. So I am very greedy. I want to hold all the beauty in my hand, but I am afraid that I will no longer be there when I wake up."

Luo Qianxue opened her mouth, trying to say something but couldn't say it.

Xue Mu seemed to suddenly wake up and smiled: "I'm sick again. Haha, Qianxue..."

"Ah...ah?"

"The game of unspoken rules is not a good thing, so let's forget it." Xue Mu smiled: "I just hope that you will be in the future, on the road with flowers and in Taichung where thousands of people cheer, don't forget your second-year self."

Luo Qianxue couldn't understand what a middle school second is, but she always felt that Xue Mu's words revealed a lot of vicissitudes, as if countless faces were floating in the void, crossing endless time and spreading thousands of rivers and mountains.

It's so strange... The young master is not old...

Mu Jianli leaned against the door with his sword in his arms, looking at Xue Mu's smiling face silently.

The strange feeling reminded her of the throbbing sword when she first met, as if she was instinctively alerting... another sky.

So weird, but also addictive.

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Xue Mu sang and Luo Qianxue wrote, and quickly completed several song scores. With the artistic conception of several songs, Luo Qianxue became much more serious at this time. She did not mention the second-tier things anymore. She put away the song score and bowed and left: "Young Master, I'll leave, go back to practice singing."

"I feel relieved about your singing and dancing skills, so I don't need to focus on the specific works. Meng Lan and the team around her are the more mature and experienced teams. You need to cooperate with Meng Lan in this rehearsal recording. Meng Lan will know how to do the specific song recording. I had a communication with her before leaving Lingzhou." Xue Mu leaned on the chair and said quietly: "So when Qin Wuye chose the dance troupe, you should leave."

Luo Qianxue finally realized why Xue Mu felt a little heavy, because the base camp for this thing was in Lingzhou, and it was not here whether it was arranged or recorded.

It turns out that when I got to his room and got the song, it means that the separation is about to happen.

The girl finally felt a little sad about parting, and her eyes were slightly red: "Qianxue still wants to protect the young master."

Xue Mu couldn't help laughing: "Go and go, rely on your protection, I've died several times."

"Hmph..." Luo Qianxue looked at Mu Jianli and his voice became lighter: "I'll leave it to you."

Mu Jianli clasped her fists seriously: "I will never let down my responsibilities."

"What are you asking? I'm talking about taking care of the young master. I thought I was relying on you to fight? You were just your silly look!" Luo Qianxue turned around and left with a humming moan, but her steps were obviously no longer as brisk and lively as usual.

Watching Luo Qianxue leave reluctantly, Xue Mu took the "Journey to the West" by the case and began to proofread the manuscript without saying a word.

Mu Jianli looked at his expression and whispered: "Xue Mu...you are a gentleman."

Xue Mu looked up at her and laughed in silence: "I said, you misunderstood. I said a lot, don't you hope she won't kidnap away?"

"I didn't misunderstand." Mu Jianli said seriously: "My Jianxin tells me that you really hope Qianxue is good. The kindness at that moment exceeded your greed."

"But I'm still greedy."
Chapter completed!