The Creator God of Fast Transmigration Wants to Die

Chapter 77
It took Shenmeng a week to learn almost all of these instruments, and it was already afternoon to learn the last instrument. Shenmeng spent a long time looking at Mo Qingan's cold and delicate face, feeling a little helpless, thinking that this dead child is quite fun of.

"Little kid, everyone says you can do everything except you can't have children. It's true."

Hearing this, Mo Qing'an raised his head and glanced at Shenmeng who was holding the pipa with his chin resting on it, and then turned his eyes back to continue reading.

"Miss Tantai just played three notes wrong in that song, please continue."

Play until you can't make mistakes, and play until you don't have so much to say.

Shenmeng didn't know why, but when he saw a kid so serious, he always had the thought of teasing him, and...

It should look good if he cries.

But did you play three wrongly just now? How could this damn child notice it after reading a book? Could it be that he was lying to himself?

After playing it two more times, the sound of the piano disappeared, and Mo Qingan felt that the sunlight behind him had disappeared, and Shenmeng leaned over to see the book in his hand.

This child, the books she reads are full of characters she doesn't know. Hasn't she already recognized all the characters in this world?

Looking at Shenmeng's eyes, Mo Qing'an gave a rare explanation, and said, "This is the word of the Xufeng Kingdom thousands of years ago."

Damn it, he pretended to be there again.

"It seems that you really can do everything except not having children." Shen Meng clicked her tongue, of course we have to rule out magic and the like, and speak the words of this world in this world.

Mo Qingan closed the book and pushed the wheelchair two steps forward, leaving the range of Shenmeng. This made him feel a little more comfortable. For some reason, he always felt a little uncomfortable when she came closer.

"Tsk."

Shenmeng naturally didn't care about his small actions, and suddenly remembered something, "You can't even know how to be a female celebrity!"

Mo Qing'an looked back at her indifferent eyes looking at him, and there seemed to be a little pride in that gaze.

At first he thought that Miss Tantai was very beautiful, and the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in Da Chu Kingdom was not half as good as her, it was just her appearance and temperament.

Whether a person is beautiful or not is just the difference between human beings and animals.

But she always feels indifferent and lonely. When she occasionally looks into the distance, there is always an inexplicable laziness and loneliness in her sight.She is very smart, but she never shows off herself, and sometimes she feels very light, as if she will fly away in the next second.

Although she often said something to him, she was always in a casual manner, not wanting to see what happened to him.Maybe just to see how you react.

A very strange person.

Not quite a killer.

Instead... She was more like the person who wanted to die.

He has never forgotten since he was a child, is extremely witty, and is also very accurate in seeing people, but she feels a little confused to him.

It was rare this time to see vivid emotion in her eyes.

Mo Qing'an called the servants and gave some instructions. His voice was not loud, so Shen Meng could naturally hear them clearly.

After a while, the little servant brought a basket, and Shenmeng saw that there were needles and threads in it, and Bu's eyelids twitched.

This kid is not really good at being a female celebrity.

Mo Qing'an put the basket on her lap, and quickly threaded the needle with her slender fingers. It was strange that such a thing, which was obviously a baby-faced child, did not appear feminine or unfriendly, but rather like a performance.

Mo Qing'an didn't look at Shenmeng, nor did Shenmeng speak, but concentrated on watching his embroidery.

About ten minutes later, Mo Qingan handed Shen Meng the small piece of cloth he had cut out and embroidered, gave the basket to the servant for him to take away, and pushed his wheelchair out.

Don't say a word, you son of a bitch.

Shenmeng held what was considered a handkerchief that was still warm, and after opening it, he could clearly see a word on it.

dream.

(End of this chapter)