Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 650 The Three Principles of the Goddess’s Salvation (3)

The servant took her to the door of a private room on the second floor and knocked gently.

"Mr. Qiao, the person has been brought here."

A lazy and low voice came from inside the door.

"Come in."

The servant pushed open the door and motioned Song Yuesheng to go in.

In the private room, candlelight flickered.

The young man leaned on the couch, holding a glass of wine in his hand, looking at her lazily but with some interest.

Song Yuesheng lowered his eyes.

She has been in this world for eight years.

Practice diligently every day.

I have never encountered a situation where I couldn't see the demonic and evil spirits.

The young man in front of him did not have any demonic energy at all.

There are only two situations.

First, he is a human being, working for the demons.

Second, his cultivation was very high and he deliberately suppressed the evil spirit.

If it is the second worst case scenario, drawing blood from him as a medicine inducer requires a perfect method.

"Your piano playing is so moving." He raised the corners of his lips slightly, his voice was deep and magnetic, "Would you please play another song for me?"

Song Yuesheng looked at him, a smile flashing in his eyes: "Since you like it, why don't you go to the lobby and listen in person?"

Qiao Mo chuckled, put down his wine glass, and walked slowly to her.

"The lobby is crowded and noisy, it's not as quiet as here. Besides..."

He leaned forward slightly, got close to Song Yuesheng's ear, and whispered, "I want to hear more than just the sound of the piano."

Song Yuesheng's expression remained unchanged. He took a step back, with a hint of alienation in his words.

"You have found the wrong person, sir. I am not selling myself in Yihong Pavilion. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave."

Qiao Mo raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"It's really rare that there is a girl like you."

Song Yuesheng understood the hidden meaning in his words and couldn't help but clench his hands around the zither.

Her voice dropped instantly, with a hint of bitterness that was hard to conceal.

"If it weren't for the sudden change in my family, why would I have to leave my hometown and go north to look for my relatives? The maid who has been with me since childhood wouldn't have been killed on the way. You are well-dressed, and you are obviously a wealthy man. You are generous, so please don't take other people's suffering as a joke."

"There are many musicians in Yihong Pavilion. I hope you can find someone else to enjoy the music with."

After Song Yuesheng finished speaking, she bowed slightly to him, then walked towards the door holding the zither.

However, after just two steps, he was already standing in front of her.

"It's just a joke, why are you in such a hurry to leave, girl?"

Song Yuesheng's eyes flickered slightly.

Worst outcome.

She raised her eyes, smiled and said, "In that case, I will play a piece of music for you, sir."

Song Yuesheng placed the guqin in his arms on the guqin stand in the private room as if it were a treasure.

Qiao Mo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "You cherish this zither so much, was it given to you by your beloved?"

There was a hint of loneliness in Song Yuesheng's voice.

"This is a relic my mother left me."

It turns out this person is no different from any other woman.

Qiao Mo suddenly lost interest.

He waved his hand casually: "Leave as soon as you finish playing."

"Yes."

Song Yuesheng took in his entire expression.

She plucked the strings of the zither and began to play "Sleeping with the Moon and Clouds".

Qiao Mo sat by the window, holding a glass of wine, looking at the people coming and going outside the window.

It is very difficult to find a human who is suitable for practicing the Ten Thousand Tribulations Demon Seal.

That was good last time.

But today he suddenly couldn't track her.

Since those insects from the Immortal Sect are not in Mingdu, who else can remove the evil energy he introduced?

Suddenly, a familiar sound of piano came into my ears.

Qiao Mo suddenly turned his head, his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Song Yuesheng in an instant.

He raised his hand and slapped the guqin, and the sound of the guqin stopped abruptly.

"You just played this piece downstairs," he said in a slightly cold tone, "Are you just trying to please me?"

"That's not the case." Song Yuesheng raised his eyes, his gaze calm, "My dear, you don't know, my mother only taught me this one song."

Qiao Mo narrowed his eyes and said with a hint of sarcasm: "You only know one song, and you dare to come to Yihong Pavilion?"

Song Yuesheng looked calm and said in a relaxed tone: "If I am driven away tomorrow, I will just go to another one. The money I earn in a day is enough for my expenses. If I meet a generous guest like you, and he gives me some silver, it will be enough for my journey."

Qiao Mo suddenly smiled, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

He almost let such an interesting person go.

"Sir, please be merciful." Song Yuesheng said in a low voice, "This zither is my life."

Qiao Mo raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a hint of teasing in his eyes: "The girl's piano is quite unique."

Before he finished speaking, he had already reached out and took the guqin away.

Song Yuesheng's face darkened and he reached out to grab it: "Give it back to me!"

Qiao Mo dodged her move with ease and said with a smile, "Miss, why are you so anxious? I just admired her for a moment, and I didn't say I wouldn't return it to you."

A hint of anger flashed in Song Yuesheng's eyes, and he pounced on him again.

"That's mine, give it back!"

The two chased each other in the private room. Qiao Mo was agile and always kept one step away from her.

Song Yuesheng reached out to grab it several times, but was always just a hair's breadth away.

Qiao Mo found it interesting, but he didn't realize that if Song Yuesheng was just an ordinary person, how could he always control the distance between them just right.

Suddenly, Qiao Mo deliberately slowed down his pace.

Song Yuesheng hurriedly reached out to grab it, but the moment she touched the guqin, Qiao Mo let go.

"Click——"

The piano fell heavily to the ground, making a crisp sound and broke into two pieces.

"My piano—"

Song Yuesheng's voice was trembling.

Qiao Mo coughed guiltily, his tone a little unnatural: "You were the one who chased me first. If you had honestly let me watch for a while, how could the piano be broken?"

"you!"

Song Yuesheng's eyes burned with anger, and he slapped Qiao Mo with his palm.

Qiao Mo was caught off guard and was forced back several steps by her palm wind. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "You know martial arts?"

Song Yuesheng responded coldly: "I never said I wouldn't."

As soon as she finished speaking, she attacked again with fierce moves, directly targeting Qiao Mo's vital points.

Qiao Mo just dodged at first, but seeing her fierce attack, he had to deal with it seriously.

He raised his hand, and a demonic energy turned into a chain, heading straight for Song Yuesheng.

Song Yuesheng dodged sideways swiftly, and the chain hit the vase in the private room, making a crisp cracking sound.

Qiao Mo's eyes flickered slightly, and he was secretly shocked.

She was able to avoid the evil spirit!

However, as soon as this thought came to mind, it was interrupted by Song Yuesheng's accusation.

"Even if you are from the Immortal Sect, you destroyed my zither, so shouldn't you pay me back?"

"Xianmen?"

Qiao Mo seemed to have heard some funny joke.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a hint of sarcasm, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

Song Yuesheng's eyes were burning: "Why? Are you from the Immortal Sect trying to cheat and embarrass me, a person who is struggling to make a living?"

Qiao Mo was very pleased with these words.

He rarely agreed to compensate: "Although the Immortal Sect has done many things without compensation, I, Qiao Mo, am definitely not an unethical person. Don't worry, young lady, I will send the guqin to you in a few days."

Song Yuesheng continued to ask: "How many days will it take? How can I perform for everyone during your absence? How can I make a living? If the madam makes things difficult for me, how will you be responsible?"

She raised her eyes, misty in the eyes, and stared at him intently.

Under this fiery and somewhat resentful gaze, Qiao Mo's heart trembled violently, and an inexplicable panic instantly surged into his heart.

He unconsciously took a small step back, as if to avoid the gaze, and stammered, "What are you talking about? I have nothing to do with you, so why should I be responsible?"

"My piano was destroyed because of you, shouldn't you be responsible?" Song Yuesheng pressed on.

Qiao Mo found that he couldn't convince her, so he just gave up and said, "Then what do you say?"

Song Yuesheng extended his hand to him, and said calmly: "Since you are from the Immortal Sect, please give me one or two magical weapons to protect my body."

Qiao Mo frowned: "Don't you know martial arts?"

"Two fists can't beat four hands." Song Yuesheng lowered his eyes, with a bit of sadness in his tone, "I can't guarantee that I will be safe even in my sleep."

"The human race is really troublesome."

Qiao Mo muttered softly, then took off a jade pendant from his waist and threw it to Song Yuesheng.

"Catch it."

Song Yuesheng raised his hand, and a lotus jade pendant fell steadily into his palm.

There was a faint purple-black demonic aura floating above.

"This is my personal jade pendant, take it first." Qiao Mo said in a light tone, his face returning to its nonchalant look, "If someone in Yihong Pavilion embarrasses you, show this thing, she won't dare to act rashly."

After saying this, he turned around slightly, as if he wanted to quickly end this conversation that was giving him a headache.

"Thank you, Immortal."

Song Yuesheng tightly grasped the lotus jade pendant, picked up the broken guqin on the ground, and left the private room.