"Is there a pipa? I haven't heard Mengmeng play the pipa for a long time, and Fengyin pipa has also remained in Yunzong."

"Yes, Goddess wait, I'll go and get it now."

Soon, Xiuyuan brought the pipa. Wei Yumeng took the pipa and sat on the chair. He plucked the strings of the pipa with both hands, and played a sound of nature in conjunction with Yu Hong's piano.

Everyone was immersed in the memory of listening, and even palace men danced swords to cheer up.

"I finally know why ancient emperors like to watch dance, it turns out that it's so pleasing to the eye."

"If you like it, go back and ask the charity to dance the sword for you. As long as he doesn't let him sing, it's okay."

Jiang Yixin's words made Huo Lan laugh.

"Just him? Isn't it a bit unharmonious when dancing the God-Destroying Sword that is more than one person?"

In my mind, I imagined the scene of Zhang Cheng wearing a white long robe dancing the God-Destroying Sword. Although he looked like a human being, he really couldn't bear to look at him after dancing the sword.

Forget it!

"But you have seen it, that person's sword exudes murderous intent."

Huo Lan saw through the murderous intent in the eyes of the sword dancer at a glance, and it had already spread to the sword edge. It seemed that these twelve people were not simple either.

"What are you doing with so many other things? We'll leave in two days."
Chapter completed!