Otherworldly Enchantress: Miao Yao's 3G Network Debut

  Many times, Yī Fēng has a kind of dazed feeling as if he had traveled back to ancient times. Not to mention the brilliance of poetry and music, even the guqin is an ancient zither. This also shows that human creativity is sometimes the same. Excellent things can always be discovered, loved and promoted.

  But this is very different from the ancient Huaxia. This world has incorporated too many Western elements, and it has also brought out the survival of the fittest to its fullest extent.

  This is a brand new world, although there are many similarities with ancient East and West, but there are more differences.

  "Yī Fēng......" Yù Yún softly called out, but found that Yī Fēng was sizing up the room.

  In the small room, the decoration is extremely delicate. The color combination of women shows the owner's maturity and elegance. It is completely different from the monotonous color of a young girl's immaturity. In the small room, there is a faint fragrance, and with just one sniff, you can tell it's the scent of Butterfly Orchid.

  The room, although decorated with luxurious silk and magic crystal, did not evoke a single feeling of disgust. On the left side of the room, against the wall, was placed an antique bed, covered with brocade quilt and cotton bedding. Looking at Yī Fēng's somewhat strange gaze, Dié Yùn asked, "This can't be your boudoir, can it?"

  "Go..." The butterfly's rhyme made her face flush slightly, "What kind of eyes are you using to look at me? This is just my temporary residence on this ship."

  "Ah, I see, you're telling me to understand this as your temporary bedroom."

  Yi Feng said seriously, and Die Yun rolled her eyes and said, "Don't think you're so clever just because you got in easily, others can't even get in."

  Yi Feng smiled and did not refute her words.

  She walked to the side of the cabinet, took out a guqin. The body of the guqin was all over with deep black color, and the light shone on it, shining brightly. A few strings were placed on it, making the whole guqin have a flowing beauty.

  "Good piano..."

  Even if it's a mediocre zither, people who haven't studied it can't help but exclaim. This zither is even more impressive than the one played by the venerable elder in the sacred land.

  Butterfly Rhythm gently stroked the piano sound, lightly plucked a string, and a crisp "ding" sound suddenly rang out. Butterfly Rhythm seemed to be stirred up with emotions, she said somewhat desolately, "This piano is called Ink Emotion!"

  "The zither will always be a zither, it can't replace emotions." Yi Feng smiled and stared straight at Die Yunruo, chuckling.

  "Butterfly rhyme is stunned for a moment, and then smiles and says, 'I didn't expect you to have some reason in your words.'"

  Although she said so, the nostalgia on her face didn't decrease at all. Yī Fēng saw this and just smiled, everyone has their own story in their heart. Looking at Diǎo Yùn's expression, this zither must be related to her past emotions.

  Yi Feng took a step forward, ignoring the stunned look on Hu Die's face, and roughly snatched the inkstone from her hand. He walked to the table in the center of the room and carelessly tossed it onto the surface.

  "Bang..."

  The voice wasn't loud, but it almost shattered the delicate heart of Yurong. She glared at Yuefeng and said, "Can you please be gentler?"

  Damn it, doesn't he know how precious the ink qin is?! This is a divine instrument that can even rival the one in Yu's hands. Moreover, this qin has special significance to me.

  "Heh heh, even if it's broken, it's better that way. The past is the most painful thing to recall. It's all over now, why bother being nostalgic?"

  Butterfly rhyme was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood what Yifeng meant. She was somewhat impressed by Yifeng's observational power. Even the emotions she occasionally revealed could let him guess roughly. Maybe Yifeng's words really worked, she looked at Yifeng and smiled: "Do you know how much this piano is worth? Hehe, have you heard of 'worth a city'? The ink piano is worthy of this word."

  Yi Feng said indifferently, "What does it have to do with me if Value Linked City isn't mine?"

  "What if I gave it to you?"

  "What?! " Yī Fēng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly picked up the guqin to inspect it for any damage. "Damn, why didn't you say so earlier? If you had told me you were going to give it to me, I would have handled it with care."

  "You really thought I'd give it to you?! Dream on!" Yurin laughed, finding Feng's actions amusing.

  "Clang......"

  The sound of the butterfly's rhyme had just fallen, and the ink piano was once again thrown on the table by Yi Feng with a careless attitude, and the thread of heartache that had just appeared could no longer be seen.

  "Damn it......" Die Yun's heart almost jumped out of her chest, if he crashed like this, would Mo Qin still be okay?!

  "If you don't satisfy me today, think about the consequences. Hmph..." Yan Rong hummed, having the urge to throw this selfish and shameless bastard into the river.

  He snorted and curled his lip, muttering to himself: "It's not mine, why should I care?"

  However, Yu Feng, who hadn't touched the guqin for a long time, also wanted to play around. His past self had an extraordinary love for the guqin. In college, he joined a guqin association. Of course, the reason was that the president of the association was really beautiful, with a classical beauty that stood out from the crowd. Unfortunately, he was later deceived by the student union president, that bastard. This was also one of the reasons why Yu Feng beat him up. At the time, Yu Feng was heartbroken and bought countless snacks in his dormitory, claiming to be on a hunger strike.

  This move also deceived the beautiful president to come and watch, but when she saw Yifeng sitting in front of the computer eating Kebike and drinking green tea. She almost fainted and slammed the door.

  This made Yi Feng punch his chest and stamp his feet, oh heavens, such a great opportunity was missed, he wanted to cry but had no tears. However, also because of this matter, the student union president who had been eating vinegar and the beauty club president broke up. This made Yi Feng ecstatic, feeling that heaven was fair. The beauty club president was also getting closer and closer to Yi Feng under his crazy pursuit.

  It never occurred to me that after more than a year of fierce attacks, just when I was about to take down the Beauty President, I would cross over into this accursed other world.

  "Cough, I wonder if adults will shed tears because of my death? If not, they'll faint from weakness. That's how low their level is."

  Yi Feng muttered to herself, thinking that after she died, there would be other suitors pursuing her. She felt very uncomfortable at the thought.

  "Hou Yi's arrow?!"

  Die Yun's eyes were filled with confusion as she stared at Yi Feng, who was sitting in front of the piano, lost in thought. She softly called out to him: "What's wrong with this kid?! He can even get lost in thought while looking at a piano, it seems like I see endless longing in his eyes?!"

  How old is he? Has he also experienced a tragic love affair?! Die Yun smiled and immediately felt that this young man's emotions were too unreasonable to be judged.

  "Ah..."

  Yi Feng reacted and smiled at Die Yun, saying "I'll try playing the zither first."

  After finishing, Yī Fēng thoughtlessly started humming the tune of "Two Tigers". At the same time, he softly sang along, "Two tigers, two tigers, one has no ears, one has no tail..."

  "Hmph..."

  The butterfly-like beauty burst out laughing, her smile blooming like a flower, her stunning figure shaking the eyeballs. The continuous trembling of her bulging chest was even more infuriating and thrilling.