Crisp, air sound, melodious, clean and neat, with a hint of unrestrainedness and delicacy, the Buddha constructs space after space, one after another, one after another, and one after another.

I was fascinated by the intoxication.

Even after Han Sanqian songs finished, everyone was still intoxicated by it and could not extricate themselves for a long time.

I don’t know how long it took, but a burst of applause suddenly sounded in the quiet space.

It's a pangolin!

Even this guy was completely immersed in the sound of the piano just now.

As the pangolins applause rang out, the people in the hall came to their senses slightly.

A group of young men and young masters looked at each other, shocked for a moment.

"This... this wonderful song just now... was it played by that country bumpkin?"

"I actually heard it just now and felt floating."

"It sounds so good that it makes people's scalp numb, like falling into a dream."

"It sounds nice, it's so fucking nice."

"How is this possible? Even though he is so dirty, he looks like someone who can play the sound of nature?"

"He's cheating, right?"

"Yes, he is definitely cheating. He is impossible and has no right to play such a song."

While turning to shock, a group of people were more criticized by disbelief.

However, no matter how powerful they criticized it, it could not change the fact that Han Sanqian sat here and played a song.

Behind the bead curtain, the woman in white raised her eyes gently and looked back at the woman in green behind her.

A faint intoxication appeared on the beautiful face of the woman in green. She had never heard such a special instrument, nor had she heard the heavenly music played by such special music.

"Young Master, what are these musical instruments?" The woman in green looked at the woman in white and asked softly.

"Piano." Han Sanqian said in a low voice.

"Piano, good name, this sound is so fucking steel, I like it." The pangolin laughed and said, the guy whispered to the pearl curtain: "By the way, the two of them have finished playing, our brother should win, right?"

The woman in green did not answer, but just looked at Han Sanqian and said, "Young Master, can you have another song?"

These words were almost the consensus of everyone present, and everyone wanted to have another song!

But at the same time, the woman in green's non-response also declares who is the ultimate winner.

There is no more perfect praise for the winner than another song.

Han Sanqian smiled and shook his head: "No, this song is played only for one person." After that, he stood up slightly, covered the piano stand, and slowly walked towards his seat.

Then, Han Sanqian sat calmly, tasted a sip of wine, and looked slightly at the night sky outside the boat.

Yingxia, I miss you, have you heard it?

Inside the pearl curtain, the woman in green was slightly angry. For her, she could invite a song together, which was actually very worthy of the other party. Generally, no one could reject this proposal on this flower boat.

The man in front of me is the first time and only the last time.

But just as she was taking action slightly, the woman in white gently reached out to stop her, smiled and shook her head, meaning self-evident.

The woman in green suddenly showed confusion as to why she respected this rude guy so much.

"Damn, you country bumpkin, what do you mean? Miss Su family wants you to play a song, but you don't give face?"

"Fuck, you're so arrogant."

"It's too much."

While shocking Han Sanqian's performance, a group of people soon caught Han Sanqian's refusal and began to attack him.

"Damn it, I can't stand it anymore. It's fine if I pretend to be a big-tailed wolf in front of us, but I dare to reject Miss Su's intention. I can't stand it first."

"That's right, this country bumpkin is simply abominable. I have to teach him some lessons."

A group of people were filled with righteous indignation, and then slowly approached Han Sanqian. The powerful one was to prevent the Buddha from swallowing Han Sanqian alive.

"Why, they are all furious. They can't afford to lose. They want to hit people." The pangolin said sarcastically with his eyes slanted and indifferently.

Everyone became even more angry, but at this moment, a pair of big hands blocked everyone's face, and then he turned around casually: "We will naturally lose."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his hand and the young man who had just played the piano suddenly flew out of the flower boat.

"But, although you won Wendu, do you still dare to continue competing?"

"What?" Pangolin.

"Armed fight!"
Chapter completed!