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Just plucking the strings lightly, Feng Aoran felt a little nervous. If she was given a choice, she would rather be an arty and wealthy idler forever. She sat down and took a deep breath. The thoughts from the 21st century came to her mind.

The melody flowed from her fingertips. Back then, she defeated Thirteen Niangs with the song "Fireworks Easily Cold".

"It rains heavily, and the vegetation is deep in my old hometown. I heard that you are always alone. The mottled city gate is surrounded by the roots of old trees..."

The story of Qiqi Ai Ai filled the whole room with inexplicable sadness. Although Jia Lanyu's story was not relevant to her, how could the loneliness in the lyrics not be relevant to her? Being alone in a different world is like a duckweed in the wind and rain.

The road was still confusing and bumpy, and her emotions were a bit broken. Although she had always been a strong person, after experiencing so much, her heart was as strong as glass, but it could not withstand a fall.

Feng Aoran's body trembled slightly, but her hands kept moving. The long-term emotional suppression seemed to be released through this song. The burden on her shoulders had become heavier these days, making her unable to breathe.

Angry.

A black figure stood outside the door. Listening to the sad tunes and songs mixed with faint sobs coming from the room, his whole body seemed to be stiff. The large cloak almost covered his entire body, and his face was also

Wearing a silver mask, only a pair of cold eyes were exposed.

The sound of the piano was still playing in the house, and the surprised man in black robe outside the house almost had his heart beat out of his chest, and entered the house in a flash.

Feng Aoran, who was caught in the emotional whirlpool, naturally didn't notice anyone entering the room. It wasn't until a pair of hands locked her throat that she came back to her senses. Her eyes were still red, but her face was already covered with frost.

"Are you Dark Night Thirteen?" During the day, she had just met someone who kept saying that he wanted to kill her. When she was attacked at this time, Feng Aoran naturally thought of her.

The man in black behind him was startled, with a strange smile on his lips. He leaned slightly forward and leaned against Feng Aoran's ear. A cold and hoarse voice slowly sounded: "You were half right, I am An Ye.

Zero. Originally I wanted to kill you, but now I am very interested in you."

After saying that, the man in black robe had let go of his hand, and sat down opposite Feng Aoran like a gust of wind. The silver-white mask reflected the faint moonlight, and his cold eyes were softened by the soft moonlight.

Some.

Feng Aoran looked at the man in front of her. The mask looked so familiar. Feng Aoran subconsciously wanted to use her spiritual power, but she suddenly felt that her connection with the external spiritual power seemed to be broken.

"It's you, are you here to kill me?" Isn't that mask and figure the mysterious man who helped him solve the problem of chrysanthemum eggs last time?

"You are the target of Thirteen Dark Nights, not mine. I just happened to pass by. The sound of your piano is very attractive to me. Can you play a song for me? Maybe I can consider letting you go." The mysterious man leaned lazily.

On the chair, he looked at Feng Aoran with a hint of inquiry. He was also very surprised. He did not expect that the target this time would be this interesting girl he had met twice.

Feng Aoran smiled faintly, touched the sound of the piano with both hands, and looked up at An Ye Ling: "I wonder what music you sir want to listen to?" Since she can't resist, let it be. She never likes to be too entangled.
Chapter completed!