Mortal: Settled in Mo Mansion at the beginning

Chapter 143

"It's a piece I've never heard before."

"The accompaniment of the piano music sounds like Caihuan. That guy is nostalgic for an old relationship. He went to find him as soon as he came back."

"After all, I recognized him earlier when he was a mortal." A slightly sour voice said.

And this kind of sourness is not just in one place, but spreads rapidly with the sound of the piano.

If they were unsure at the beginning, as they listened carefully, more and more details and situations were revealed, and everyone here became more and more convinced.

There was a bit of sourness in his words.

The guy who hadn't been seen for hundreds of years came back, but he went to live with someone else. Naturally, he felt a little sour in his heart.

Also in this secret realm, or even in this spiritual vein, most people actually feel that they don't like each other in their hearts.

Occasionally they are happy, but most of the time they are quite noisy in private.

After just a few words, everyone exchanged some general opinions and basically guessed the situation.

To say that these guys guessed it, it was quite accurate. The situation in the piano room was basically what these guys expected.

Hu Ming did not hide it here, and even took the initiative to spread it through the sound of the piano.

When everyone heard the sound, they understood Hu Ming's intention. After saying a few words, they also set off one after another, and some of them hurried towards the piano room anxiously.

Some of the more reserved ones headed towards a large exhibition stand in the center of the secret realm.

It would be too lazy to leave some behind.

I wanted to see if Hu Ming would think of me, so I came to look for him.

All these things, but accompanied by the sound of the piano, this originally quiet and peaceful secret realm seemed to be more or less restless.

In the restlessness, some information was transmitted, and outside the secret realm, the originally peaceful palaces and pavilions among the layers of clouds also revealed some movement.

From time to time, there are figures walking out of the attic, turning into escaping light, and disappearing into the mysterious realm like clouds.

A stretch of palaces with tens of thousands of people was now lively. The chirping sounds that were not sharp or even slightly soft turned into a little noisy.

People are constantly gathering here, and the sound of piano music on the other side is gradually getting better and better.

Also in order to let Mo Caihuan here, pour more deeply into the emotion in that tune.

But I saw Hu Ming plucking the strings and playing music, and at the same time he unceremoniously freed up a hand, reached around the curve of it with his big hand, and lifted it up.

With its slender figure, it doesn't have much weight. The two petals are straight but not thin. Instead, they show quite good elasticity and softness.

The whole thing was lifted up, and a little rosiness appeared on Mo Caihuan's charming face. Two ivory-like slender lotus-rooted arms were wrapped around Hu Ming's neck, and his breath was exhaled, showing a bit of warmth and moisture.

The breath was obviously getting hotter and moister, and the humming tone coming out of the mouth and nose also seemed to be more exuberant.

The piece of music passed down by Hu Ming needs this kind of extravagant meaning.

At this moment, such low humming was led by Hu Ming, and it was almost perfectly integrated into the sound of the piano, making such a little singing become the perfect singing voice.

Mo Caihuan, who was vaguely aware of this and endured some difficulty, pulled Hu Ming's shoulders and back tightly with his claws. Then, the sounds between his mouth and nose became more and more wanton.

The shame brought about by this weird melody seems to be completely integrated into the sound of the piano, turning into a part of the music.

But it was also at this moment that Hu Ming's lips curved into a smirk, and the movement of his fingers to pluck the strings slowed down.

What followed was a change in the sound of the piano. It did not become high-pitched, but became more ethereal, making the increasingly clear and sad sound become more tactful.

Seeing this, Mo Caihuan, who was becoming more and more unrestrained as he didn't want to endure it, his face became more rosy and pink, and he buried his charming face in Hu Ming's arms.

I am a little dissatisfied with Hu Ming's behavior, but there is nothing I can do about Hu Ming.
After a little hesitation, Huya felt a little unbearable. The next moment, Hu Ming whispered a few words in his ear again, making him unbearable even more.

He opened his mouth and bit Hu Ming's shoulder.

The sharp tiger teeth bit the white porcelain-like shoulder, naturally unable to bite it.

However, Mo Caihuan was not surprised at all. She had known this for a long time, and she naturally had a way to deal with it.

……

Then, the porcelain-like shoulder muscles softened, allowing the sharp tiger teeth to bite deeply into it.

With this help, those unbearable sounds suddenly became gentle, and the melodious sound of the piano also suddenly became empty. The singers had gone, leaving only the feeling of a deep valley.

Hu Ming looked natural here, still stroking the strings unhurriedly and plucking the sound, as if he didn't care at all about the lull in the sound.

With the melodious sound of the piano, everything seemed to be returning to normal, but unfortunately, Mo Caihuan's endurance was limited after all.

Soon, Hu Ming became unable to hold on to Hu Ming's relaxed shoulders.

The hot air between the mouth and nose becomes warmer, and the sound of the piano also becomes softer, just like the gurgling water of the stream, quietly rising and flooding after the spring rain.

In the soft sound of the piano, the sad and complaining sound appeared again, and quickly became clear and even louder.

It seemed that he could no longer endure it. It was not strong, and even had a bit of tenderness, but it was obviously a lot more arrogant than before.

There are strong emotions contained in it, which can make one's muscles and bones feel weak after hearing it. Hu Ming has a natural expression here, and he strums the strings unhurriedly.

The tinkling sound of the piano was intertwined into one piece, and the melodious sound among the scattered sounds became more and more intense.

Amidst the sound of the piano that sounded like a demon crooning, Mo Yuzhu and the others beside him became more and more impatient, mist gradually grew in their eyes, and they couldn't help but look towards the piano platform.

But on the piano platform, Mo Caihuan was held in Hu Ming's broad arms, his face was red and pink, like a powdered snow dumpling, and he was so charming and charming.

The tone of chanting from the mouth and nose is so unbearable that it makes one feel like standing up and taking off his shirt.

This kind of repertoire was not randomly compiled by Hu Ming to play with a few girls, but it was accidentally acquired by him from a small clan during his travels.

This song was used by the small tribe for reproduction and sacrifice. The language was different from that of the human race. Hu Ming took its true meaning and then slightly modified it to express its original three flavors more vividly.

And with his proficiency in piano music, the situation at this moment is naturally under his control. The girls nearby were distracted by the sound of the piano, and their green-white fingers became increasingly sluggish when plucking the strings.

The sound of the piano gradually became scattered and unrestrained, but when you listen carefully, it seems that it is still a piece of music, and it is still integrated with the previous piece, and the evolution is smooth and natural.

On Hu Ming's side, he patted Mo Caihuan's smooth back with his big hand for guidance, and at the same time freed up a hand to stroke and pluck the strings wantonly.

The sound of tinkling intertwined with the increasingly scattered sound of the piano over there, evolving into a scene of tinkling and tinkling in the spring stream, with all things blooming, gurgling streams, and dancing dragons.

Not long after, the sound of the piano reached the midfield, the mood gradually became higher, and the sounds gradually became intertwined and became enthusiastic.

……

The disheveled Mo Caihuan finally returned to her original place on the piano table. Hu Ming was pressed on the piano platform, and with his smooth and smooth back like gelatin, he left the final ending to this song.

But after one song was finished, a new one was added, and the newcomers were already impatient to perform on stage.

Mo Yuzhu and the others, who had been waiting for a long time and were a little itchy, came over and wanted to discuss the new song with Hu Ming.

"It seems that the master has gained a lot from his outing this time," said Die Caiyi, a famous musical master in the spiritual world, with a layer of mist in his eyes. The slender waist wrapped in pink palace clothes was like a weak willow at the moment. There was a smell of falling softly with the wind. Looking at Hu Ming, his voice was slightly sticky, as if he was about to draw silk.

Seeing this, Hu Ming, who knew several people's thoughts well, just waved.

Then I saw the piano music master, his face turned red for a moment, he moved lightly on his lotus steps, whether he was shy or excited, and then fell to the ground with his feet weak.

Her delicate body suddenly fell into Hu Ming's arms.

Seeing this guy's appearance, Hu Ming smiled, supported him with his big hands, and with a little force, he followed him and sat down in front of the piano platform.

As soon as he sat down, he only heard a slightly painful groan from this powerful guy with a delicate body.

His brows knitted together, as if he had suffered some sudden and huge impact that was temporarily unbearable.

"How is it?" Hu Ming gently stroked his smooth back with his big hand and asked softly and gently.

"The sect leader is a little too impatient." Die Caiyi frowned and said with a pitiful look. She put her slender hand on Hu Ming's chest, as if resisting, but her whole body seemed to be taken away. Like bones, half of the body was limp in Hu Ming's arms, with a sweet fragrance like orchids exhaling from his mouth and nose.

"Let's get to the point quickly, okay?" Hu Ming said with a smile, reaching out to grab the jade-like chin, lowering his head and chewing on it.

Die Caiyi, who was about to ask for advice on music theory, whined twice, but eventually there was no movement.

After a long time, the frowning brows relaxed and turned into a charm, and the boneless waist began to twist gently.

The small lips of the cherry lips are pink and soft and fragrant, most like a steel knife for scraping bones. The pink and soft texture is wrapped in a secret medicine that is strong but like melting bones. It is slightly hot and humid but like a furnace that melts iron. It can directly teach people to decay.

Hu Ming, who had a mind as strong as steel, tasted it for a while, then opened his mouth, looking at the beautiful face with a frown that turned into a soft look, and at the cherry pink lips.

A little bit of crystal remained on the cherry pink lips, the mouth was slightly open, exhaling hot air, and said the shy gesture of wanting to welcome but resisting.

How many heroes have been lost in such a small space, losing their essence, ambition, and elegance.

Just like Hu Ming at this moment, after staring for a while, he nibbled at the silky charm again.

When his breath stopped coming, he relaxed a little, then leaned into his ear and whispered a piece of music, and by the way, he freed up one hand to play the strings on the side.

The strings were plucked casually, but the music seemed to be in tune. The music was a step slower. The few people who were unable to perform on stage felt a little resentful, but they also plucked the strings to respond.

Amidst the obviously scattered music, people were arriving one after another.

The piano room is not closed, but is still semi-open. Several figures appeared in the nearby rooms on the floor and looked over.

Then he saw Die Caiyi, who almost collapsed in Hu Ming's arms, but her slender and flexible waist was slightly restless and twisting slowly like a frightened white python.

But Mo Caihuan, who was accompanying the music just now, was already lying there with a confused look on his face.

Seeing such a situation, several people knew that they were a step too late this time.

The anxious people looked at Die Caiyi with a bit of disdain, who was gradually entering the state, and his body was about to go limp, and he was twisting like a white python.

Then he looked with a bit of dissatisfaction at Hu Ming, who was leaning on the piano platform with a slightly inconspicuous appearance, supporting Die Caiyi with one hand so that he would not really fall down, while he plucked the strings casually. I feel that this guy, with his appearance, seems to have not taken them to heart.

Hu Ming, who was sitting on the piano stage, turned around and vaguely noticed some resentment, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Die Caiyi's cultivation level is higher, but it is a purely legal cultivation. Unlike Mo Caihuan, he does not also cultivate physical fitness. He had made some efforts in this area under the guidance of Hu Ming.

However, the effect at this moment is not obvious.

Mo Caihuan is obviously physically weaker, and his figure is even more delicate at this moment.

It was even softer, but a little less lingering. For this reason, Die Caiyi's breath quickly dispersed under the melody, which was not too different.

But because of this, the sound of the piano was also agitated to become more exuberant, and at the same time, it became gentler and reached the excitement level faster.

One song ends slightly faster than the previous one.

Die Caiyi, whose figure looked even more delicate, was not spared by Hu Ming. She was thrown onto the piano platform and played the final chapter with her smooth back.

Stirring the strings requires flexible and skillful fingering, and a back as smooth as jade naturally cannot be said to be flexible and skillful.

Fortunately, the final chapter does not require any regular tune, just play it randomly.

To do this, it would be best to scratch with a tense back like this.

Of course, the main thing is to have Hu Ming on the side to assist, so that he can do such things that seem to be a bit nonsense in the eyes of others.

And as soon as the song ended, the people nearby couldn't help but gathered around Hu Ming.

Almost instantly, before the music ended, the lingering sound was still lingering, and Hu Ming was surrounded by a group of sect leaders.

Among the various sect masters, Hu Ming easily caught the shy Mo Fengwu. In his exclamation, he took him to the piano platform where he was originally and sat down with his big hands.

There was an exclamation, followed by a slightly painful groan as it fell heavily on the piano platform, and the beautiful brows on the charming face were wrinkled.

(End of this chapter)