Ling Ruowei Hearing this sentence, his heart skipped a beat.
Get closer? How close should we get?
But he had no doubts.
Because Jiang Yantian's voice is really getting weaker and weaker.
Others can be faked, but the death energy on the body cannot be faked.
After hesitating for a moment, she quietly moved the chair closer.
Snow-white neck stretched out, approaching.
A few strands of black hair hung down and swept across the tip of Jiang Yantian's nose.
The moment the warm breath brushed against his earlobe, Ling Ruowei couldn't help but shy away.
No, no!
So shameful.
How can we get closer?
Men and women are different.
What's more, it's someone you've just met once.
Her retreat gave Jiang Yantian no chance to fully feel her fragrance.
However, Jiang Yantian is not in a hurry.
Since he wasn't close, he had to make the first impression.
"Fairy, there are differences between men and women. If you get too close, it will affect your reputation."
"You are pure and pure, how could you let me tarnish your reputation..."
Ling Ruowei's heart skipped a beat.
Unexpectedly, he thought this way.
It seems that I am overthinking it.
She smiled and shook her head.
That smile was like a peerless snow lotus suddenly blooming on a snowfield that had been frozen for thousands of years.
There is a hint of subtle warmth in the coldness.
It is so pure that it cannot be stained by dust, but it is so vivid that it directly touches the soul.
Jiang Yantian is almost crazy.
Even though I have seen countless beauties, all of my women are extremely talented.
But he was still very moved.
Anyway, for every woman he has, his heart will fall in love once.
This is also a very normal phenomenon.
It's just sex.
Somehow, his hand hidden under the blanket seemed to have a will of its own.
Lifted up.
The movements have the slowness and trembling of a dying person.
But in Ling Ruowei's slightly stunned gaze, his fingertips gently probed with a hint of caution.
A strand of black hair brushed her cheek.
His fingertips inadvertently brushed against her cool, delicate and jade-like ear.
Ling Ruowei The whole person froze instantly!
It was like being hit by a tiny electric current.
The beautiful eyes were slightly enlarged, and for the first time, clear and overwhelmed astonishment appeared on the cold face!
She has never had contact with any man.
Not to mention this.
Even so slightly!
A strange, aggressive warm breath.
With that brief touch, it invaded her mind arbitrarily.
However, she didn't wait for any reaction.
Jiang Yantian quickly retracted his hand as if exhausted.
He fell heavily back onto the soft couch.
Accompanied by a heartbreaking cough, his face seemed even more gloomy.
He spoke angrily and forcibly changed the subject, "Cough... cough cough... fairy... fairy..."
He gasped hard. "It's me, Meng Lang. In my eyes, the fairy is just like my wife."
"I just couldn't help myself, it was really presumptuous..."
This made Ling Ruowei not know what to say.
Soon, Jiang Yantian's eyes were filled with yearning.
The moral kidnapping and demands started again.
"The spiritual weapon that the fairy used to injure me was a guzheng, and the attack was also... the way of sound waves... I think it must be the way of the fairy's sound..."
"No, I think the fairy must be a master of music theory and have attainments to the gods..."
He took a few breaths and seemed to have exhausted all his strength before he finished. "I don't know... I don't know that a dying person... can have this... blessing to quietly listen to... the fairy's natural music?"
"If... if I could... surrounded by the fairy music... my soul could return to heaven and earth... it would be in vain..."
Ling Ruowei's chest rose and fell a few times.
The strange feeling of being touched just now was instantly dissipated by the other party's extremely bleak and tragic request.
The slight anger that arose in her heart due to being offended eventually turned into inexplicable complex emotions.
She was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.
The red lips were slightly opened, and the cold voice had a hint of softness that was imperceptible. "Okay..."
She raised her hands lightly, and the guzheng, which was completely transparent and filled with moonlight, floated silently in front of her.
She put away all distracting thoughts, Xianxian jade fingers, like works of art carved from ice jade.
With an innate sense of rhythm.
He gently rested on those seemingly slender but extremely tough strings.
Her eyes were still looking at the dying Jiang Yantian on the soft couch.
With a trace of concentration that she didn't even notice.
Jiang Yantian slowly closed his eyes and pretended to listen attentively.
Be prepared to hit the road with peace of mind.
Ling Ruowei felt sad in his heart, and his music theory also became a little bit sentimental.
Immediately afterwards, the ethereal, distant piano sound seemed to flow down from outside the Nine Heavens clouds.
It flows from the fingertips of Ling Ruowei.
Different from the previous Ice Soul Mystic Sound which was full of murderous spirit.
The sound of the piano at this moment is a pure, soul-cleansing sound of nature.
At the beginning, it was like a clear spring hitting a stone, making a cool sound.
Then it looks like a deep valley Fengyin, brushing through the pines that have been cold for thousands of years.
Suddenly it turned into a cold pool under the moon, reflecting the tranquility of the starry sky.
Every note seems to contain the purest aura between heaven and earth, with the power to soothe the soul and cleanse the dust.
It gently wraps the entire island.
Jiang Yantian closed his eyes, but his mind was involuntarily attracted to this fairy sound.
Even though he was used to seeing the wind and the moon, he had to admit at this moment that Ling Ruowei's piano skills were indeed superb.
Directly pointing to the origin of the rhythm Great Dao.
The sound of the piano was ethereal and clear, completely different from the melodies he usually listened to, which were either sentimental or passionate.
There is no such thing as a shock that directly strikes your soul.
He was completely intoxicated and relaxed.
After listening, Jiang Yantian fell asleep.
The breath has completely returned to a kind of silence that is almost nothingness.
The appearance of a top magic cultivator entering slumber is indistinguishable from the state of death.
It's hard to capture even the slightest breath.
When playing the piano Ling Ruowei, your fingertips are falling on a long overtone.
Her eyes habitually glanced at the figure on the soft couch.
Perception is like the most sophisticated net, covering him.
But this time, it was empty!
The weak breath of life disappeared completely like a candle that was completely extinguished!
There was an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible stagnation in the sound of the piano.
Ling Ruowei's pupils suddenly shrank.
There was an undetectable trembling from the strings under the fingertips.
He's... gone?
Just... before her piano music ended?
This thought was like a cold needle, instantly piercing Ling Ruowei's cold heart.
She really thought he had died!
The steady heartbeat and breathing just now were indeed... a flashback?
Then the last trace of life she sensed dissipated, was it the eternal farewell?
An indescribable sourness instantly rushed to the tip of my nose.
It collided with her ten thousand years of frozen heart defense.
Although it was just a chance encounter.
Although he once made her angry with his vulgar words.
Although he was like an intruder who disturbed her purity.
But his infatuation for fishing for his deceased wife, and his nostalgia for looking at the sky before his death.
There was a dazed tenderness in his eyes when he said, "She really looks like her."
They are like pebbles thrown into a frozen lake, leaving ripples that cannot be ignored.
The first time she played the piano for a man, it actually became... a farewell song.
The music continues.
The fingertips plucked the strings based on memory and instinct.
But the tune in the second half can no longer maintain its original clarity and ethereal quality.
The notes are involuntarily tinged with melancholy.
Like the mist covering a cold pond in autumn.
Every slide is accompanied by a subtle choking feeling.
Every vibrato contains a silent lament.
The music moves with the heart, and this song is a fairy music for the soul.
At this moment, it became the carrier of the inexplicable sadness in her heart.
She lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes casting fragile shadows on her fair skin.
Perhaps she was too absorbed in it, and the music even affected her heart.
Two lines of clear tears, like broken Ice Soul jade beads, rolled down silently from her glazed eyes.
across that cold and beautiful face.