The Creator God of Fast Transmigration Wants to Die

Chapter 75
"How does Qing An feel these two days?"

"I haven't noticed anything unusual yet." Mo Qing'an thought for a while and replied.

"Oh?" Chu Xiansi licked his lips, and the young man opposite him was as calm as a doll.

"She's a quick learner."

"Faster than you?" Qing'an has a photographic memory, is there anyone in this world who can learn faster than Qing'an.

"..." Mo Qing'an didn't answer Chu Xiansi, and Chu Xiansi wasn't angry either.

The next day, Mo Qing'an came to Tantai's house at the same time as usual, and when he saw a yard of musical instruments in Shenmeng's courtyard, a trace of doubt flashed across his cold face.

Is she ready to learn it all?

It just so happened that Shenmeng went out stretched and greeted Mo Qingan in a good mood.

Mo Qing'an looked at Shenmeng expressionlessly, "The girl behaves a little more gracefully."

"Fuck you little brat, what's wrong with Mengmeng stretching!" Why is that unsightly!
“You don’t have to learn them all, just master one or two.”

Mo Qing'an didn't worry too much about Shenmeng's body, but just saw that she didn't look like a girl when she came out, and said that he didn't care what she really wanted to do.

After all, what he taught was not to train a puppet without a soul, she should have her own judgment of her own character.

"Oh little boy, I think you only know one thing or two about this place." Shenmeng went over and patted Mo Qingan's head. His hair was so long and soft, and it felt really good. What did you use to wash your hair in ancient times? coming?Don't say it, the needle doesn't poke.

"Does Miss Tantai know the truth of being a teacher for one day and being a father for life?"

"what happened?"

"I'm also Miss Tantai's teacher. It's better for Miss Tantai not to touch my head."

You can tell that this damn kid is a little angry. In ancient times, there were men who couldn't even scratch their heads.

Hum, just touch, just touch.

"Also, Miss Tantai." Mo Qingan pushed the wheelchair back a little, looked up at Shenmeng coldly, "If I remember correctly, Miss Tantai should be sixteen this year, one year younger than me "How dare you call someone a brat?
"Or, Miss Tantai is not actually sixteen?"

Well, you Mo Qing'an, let's start testing her now.

Sure enough, the emperor found something?It should be said that I didn't deceive people from the beginning.

But it's okay, it's not important.

The important thing is to see and give something to the emperor.

"Mo Qingan, has no one told you?" Shenmeng lowered her head and leaned closer to Mo Qingan's side, and whispered in his ear, "You look like a ten-year-old baby with no hair yet."

"..."

Mo Qing'an took another step back, and his eyes met Shenmeng who was still bent over. Shenmeng became curious without a trace of superfluous emotion in his eyes.

There used to be such a god in the Youyou Dream Realm, but every time she would get angry with her, how did this kid do it? Couldn't it be true facial paralysis.

Mo Qing'an withdrew his gaze, pushed the wheelchair to the side of the musical instrument, played all over a dozen musical instruments, and looked back at Shenmeng, the meaning was obvious.

I will.

Alright alright.

"Well, that looks nice."

Shenmeng pointed to an exquisite pipa in the middle, it was exquisitely crafted, it just fit into her arms, it was quite cute.

"Better not to have this."

"why?"

Mo Qingan moved her lips, but said nothing.

"Okay, this is what I want."

"and also."

"That's it, it looks good."

The workmanship of this harp is also exquisite, with jade and gold inlaid on it, the ones my mother and grandma found are probably the best.

The Taishi is poor, maybe this is their dowry.

Feeling touched, Shenmeng went over to touch the pipa and konghou.

"Tell me again, I can learn it all."

She didn't want to disappoint the kindness of the two women, both pipa and konghou are good, it is not impossible to learn them all, as long as you are proficient in the first two.

Mo Qing'an didn't mean to ask her any more questions. Since she said so, he started from the first one and explained to her how to do it while playing.

I have to say that God of Creation deserves to be God of Creation, and his comprehension in these areas is completely different from that of ordinary people, except for Mo Qing'an, a little pervert who can read it once, can compare with it. , the others are completely ineffective.

I learned about five lessons a day, and Shenmeng was quite happy. I had never been exposed to these things before. Compared with the human world, the time in the sky is really boring.

In the evening, the Grand Master went home to stay with Mo Qing'an for dinner, but Mo Qing'an was about to refuse, but when he saw Shen Meng's face as if you were walking quickly, he agreed.

It’s really a bit surprising, kid.

Mo Qing'an was reading at the side of the yard. Shenmeng didn't even know where he found so many books, and he read them every day.

In the evening, the setting sun hit his body, giving the young man a layer of light, and he looked extremely holy.

Shenmeng laughed, picked up the newly learned konghou, and softly hummed the song that used to lull Lapesis to sleep at the side, while playing the melody of the song.

The crisp and sweet voice made the little maid who came in fascinated by watching Shenmeng. Shenmeng didn't have lyrics, but just hummed lightly, but it was like a fairy who had fallen into the world, making the little maid forget to breathe.

Miss, this is... so beautiful!
Mo Qing'an looked up at Shenmeng. The woman a few meters away seemed to be enjoying the process of playing the piano with her eyes closed.

What a strange person.

(End of this chapter)