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After combing his hair, Yang Yi straightened his clothes again to make sure everything was correct, and then Yang Yi went to Dongfang Bubai's residence that he had only been to during the day.

Compared with the pleasant scenery under the light of the halo in the daytime, the bamboo forest under the dark night has a kind of tranquility and coolness.

Yang Yi walked through the bamboo forest all the way to Taoyuan, and then entered the palace from Taoyuan.During the day, he just followed Dongfang Bubai to the courtyard, but did not enter here, so this is the first time Yang Yi has come to Dongfang Bubai's real dorm.

The whole dormitory was very quiet, without a single waiter or maid. The bright moonlight shone through the clouds and shone on Yang Yi who was walking towards the room, casting a slanted black shadow on the ground.

The closer he was to Dongfang Bubai's room, the slower Yang Yi's footsteps were. For some reason, Yang Yi felt a subtle sense of tension.

Although this tension is not obvious, it is an extremely incredible emotion to Yang Yi.

When he reached the door of the room, Yang Yi stopped and knocked lightly on the door of the room: "Master Dongfang, my subordinate is Yang Lianting."

"Come in." Through a door, the other party's pleasant voice with a unique sense of rhyme came from the room.

Yang Lianting pushed open the door and stepped in.

The lights in the room were not very bright, because the windows were not completely closed, and the evening wind blew into the room, blowing the flames of the candles.

In the slightly flickering candlelight, Yang Yi saw Dongfang Bubai lying sideways on the soft couch, drinking a jug of fine wine at a glance.

The Eastern Hierarch in his line of sight had a casual posture, raised his chin slightly, and poured the liquor from the flagon into his mouth.

After a distance of several meters, Yang Yi smelled a faint scent of wine. His gaze slowly moved from the flagon in Fu Zhenhong's hand to Fu Zhenhong's face, and his gaze stayed on Fu Zhenhong's lips. After a few seconds, he cupped his hands and made a standard salute: "Eastern leader."

Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong put down the jug, glanced at the time-traveled version of Yang Lianting, and continued drinking.

Seeing this, Yang Lianting didn't show any displeasure at being ignored. He took a few steps forward, and stood half a meter away from Fu Zhenhong with great interest. He just stood quietly by the side, and the whole Everyone exuded a kind of unhurried and elegant air.

Fu Zhenhong ignored Yang Lianting, he drank the wine one after another, and looked at the moonlight outside the window.

Yang Yi quietly observed the leader of the Demon Cult, who made everyone in the Jianghu fearful. Under the bright and beautiful complexion of the other party, he was both domineering and charming.

Aloof but not alone.

This kind of Dongfang Invincible has a group of people who follow him wholeheartedly.

Yang Yi thought of his current status. Dongfang Bubai is the most honorable existence in the entire Sun Moon God Sect. If he can be appreciated by Dongfang Bubai, once he gains Dongfang Bubai's trust, he will be able to get a job in the shortest time. promotion within.

Originally, he thought that tomorrow's holy aunt's birthday would be an opportunity, but now that he had time to spend alone with Dongfang Bubai, Yang Yi made some small adjustments to the original plan in his heart.

[Xiao Hong, this Yang Lianting is not simple at first glance. ]

[Um. ] Fu Zhenhong responded. He looked at the man standing not far from him, and said in a calm and unhurried manner, "Can you play the piano?"

Fu Zhenhong only asked this question in the daytime, and Yang Yi's answer at that time was no, now Fu Zhenhong asked it again, looking at Yang Yi with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

Yang Yi was silent, Dongfang Bubai would ask him again after he answered no, it means that the other party may know that he can play, or maybe they hope that he can play, and maybe this is the last time for him to play. opportunity to answer.

"What song does the leader want to hear?" Yang Yi asked.

"It's all right." Fu Zhenhong replied.

Yang Yi nodded, and after glancing around, his eyes fixed on the qin placed on the table: "My subordinate's qin skills are clumsy, so I think it's ugly." After speaking, he sat down and tried a few with his fingers. sound.

"Play it." Fu Zhenhong ordered casually.

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of the piano sounded slowly, with a rhythm ranging from shallow to fast, lingering in the entire room.

Compared with someone like Qu Yang who is good at rhythm, Yang Yi's piano sound is indeed not superb, but his rhythm is very special for people of this era, with a unique charm.

It is said that the sound of the piano can reflect the personality of the player, but Fu Zhenhong did not hear any emotions from the sound of the piano. Yang Yi, who played the piano seriously with lowered eyebrows, exudes a kind of calmness all over his body.

This kind of person, either really possesses the calmness that never changes, or hides it very deeply.

Obviously, Yang Yi belongs to the latter.

Fu Zhenhong got up from the soft couch, gathered up her outer shirt that had slipped a little from her shoulders, and approached Yang Yi step by step.

Because Fu Zhenhong didn't call to stop, Yang Yi didn't stop playing until Fu Zhenhong walked to Yang Yi's side. Although his mind was on Fu Zhenhong, the low and melodious piano sound continued.

Fu Zhenhong held the jug in one hand, and put the other on Yang Yi's shoulder. He didn't use much strength, but for Yang Yi at this moment, the hand on his shoulder made him unable to ignore it no matter what.

The presence of Dongfang Invincible is too strong.

The other party just stood beside him quietly, and Yang Yi felt a sense of tension in the air.

"Are you afraid of me?" Yang Yi heard the voice above his head, before the hand on his shoulder was removed, Yang Yi pursed his thin lips lightly, and shook his head slowly.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Yi heard a sneer of unknown meaning.He has always been good at trying to figure out people's hearts, but now he has no way to see through Dongfang Bubai.

Fu Zhenhong's gaze fell on Yang Yi's hand that was plucking the strings, and said slowly: "You know how to play the piano, but you tell me you can't. This is a crime of deceit, but you are ready to be punished." ?" Fu Zhenhong's tone was calm, but there was a kind of icy chill flowing out of it.

Yang Yi did not speak, his thin lips were tightly closed, and the sound of the piano did not become abrupt because of the sudden tension in the air.

Yang Yi knew very well that with his current strength, if Dongfang Bubai wanted to kill him, it would be a piece of cake. He couldn't hide, and it was impossible to dodge.

It is better to respond to all changes with silence.

It happened to take this opportunity to test Dongfang Bubai's attitude towards him.

Fu Zhenhong raised his eyebrows. Yang Yi was very calm. He glanced at the wine jug in his hand, then raised his hand, tilted the jug, and let the wine in the jug fall down It flowed out to the back of Yang Yi's hand playing the piano.

The wine was cold, but the cool liquid wet the skin of Yang Yi's hands, at this moment Yang Yi felt as if his hands were scalded.

Yang Yi's hands trembled, and the sound of the piano suddenly stopped with a "boom", and the originally smooth melody stagnated for an instant.

But soon, Yang Yi adjusted his state and continued to play, as if the slight hand tremor just now was just an illusion.

Fu Zhenhong smiled lightly, thinking of playing a bit, he threw the flagon aside, and then put his other hand on Yang Yi's shoulder.

Feeling Yang Yi's body stiffen for a moment following his movements, the arc drawn by the corners of Fu Zhen's red lips spread a little more.He bent down in Yang Yi's direction, and put his chin on Yang Yi from behind, but he didn't really put it on his shoulder, but separated it by a short distance.

Because of Fu Zhenhong's movement of leaning over and approaching, the black hair that was hanging on his chest fell on Yang Yi's chest, and a few strands fluttered with the fine evening wind, rubbing against Yang Yi's cheek .

Yang Yi felt a little itchy, he subconsciously wanted to avoid the itching, but after realizing something, he held back this instinctive physical reaction.

Because the distance between the two was getting closer, Yang Yi smelled a scent of wine, which was mellow, but at the same time that this smell flooded into his nose, there was another very unique fragrance that slowly permeated in. In his breath, this is the smell emanating from Dongfang Bubai.

Before Yang Yi had time to think more, the hand on his shoulder started to move. This hand went down from his shoulder along his arm, and finally stopped on the back of his hand where he was playing the piano.

The slightly cool, white and tender palm touched the back of Yang Yi's hand, and for a moment, Yang Yi's breathing stopped for a moment.

Fu Zhenhong raised her finger slightly, and slowly rubbed her fingertips on the back of Yang Yi's hand: "How about cutting off these hands?" Fu Zhenhong's tone was gentle, even with a hint of tenderness, but the words The content in it sends chills down the spine.

This time, Yang Yi finally stopped playing the piano, his gaze flicked from Dongfang Bubai's fingertips caressing the back of his hand, and thoughts flashed deep in his pupils.

After a while, Yang Yi pursed his lips slightly, and put his other hand on the back of Fu Zhenhong's hand, "The master's hand is wet."

"Huh?" Fu Zhenhong found Yang Yi's reaction interesting.

Yang Yi recognized that there was no killing intent in Fu Zhenhong's rhetorical question, and he immediately thought about it.The next second, Yang Yi stood up, took out the handkerchief that he carried with him, held Fu Zhenhong's hand in one hand, and gently wiped the contaminated wine for Fu Zhenhong with the other hand.

It wasn't just intentional or unintentional. In the process of wiping Fu Zhenhong with his handkerchief, Yang Yi lightly scratched Fu Zhenhong's palm with his fingertips. Touch, and no other extra lingering thoughts.

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, but just looked at Yang Yi quietly, letting his hands move.

The result of this trial made Yang Yi feel confident. After wiping Fu Zhenhong's hand, he did not let go of Fu Zhenhong's hand, but raised his hand slightly as if to check whether it was clean. Lifting Fu Zhenhong's hand, she leaned down slightly and sniffed how much of the slightly intoxicating aroma of wine remained on it with the tip of her nose.

And obviously he was sniffing lightly with the tip of his nose, but Yang Yi's lips touched Fu Zhenhong's fingertips inadvertently. , it's late at night, do you need your subordinates to help you take a shower and change your clothes?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, and there was a vague hoarseness and ambiguity in his deliberately low tone.