Xiao Qian bowed blankly, trot on the stool, and drew out the piano.

I often look at the piano in Xiaoqian's hands.

This is an instrument similar to the Sanxian.

Geishas hold picks and play chords and rhythms by tapping and plucking, usually accompanied by dancing and singing.

Those who are a little familiar with folk art performances can tell at a glance that this musical instrument originated from singers in the island country in ancient times, and has always been a civilization with a changeable rhythm and melody.

At this moment, Xiao Qian's actions further confirmed the origin of this piano.

She slowly unwrapped her chest belt, and slowly removed the yarn from her shoulders, revealing her pink and smooth shoulders.

The fair skin contrasted sharply with the dirty face like a tabby cat.

The exquisite bellyband is undoubtedly, and the fat back shows the graceful lines.

Fingers and wrists tremble.

Xiaoqian sang a cappella, it was actually a Jianghuai accent, very similar to the magic city dialect.

"I have a love, sing it to the public."

"The person in his position is Ming Gong, listen carefully to my words."

At this point, Jiang Chen heard the smell of a lost song.

But the shamisen in Xiaoqian's hand does not match the traditional minor tunes of Yanhuang.

But even so, Jiang Chen was able to listen.

Xiaoqian's voice is delicate and euphemistic, like a lover's hand gently plucking her ears, constantly rubbing her mind.

"Qinhuai is flowing slowly, Pangu until now, Jiangnan has embroidered Jinling style and grace."

Xiao Qian had a **** in her eyes, and she seemed to be caught in emotion.

In a song "Qinhuai Scenery", Jiang Chen heard Xiaoqian's yearning for Yanhuang River and Mountains.

Her voice is like a gentle little hand, stroking the picturesque country.

When the song ended, Jiang Chen said suddenly.

"Good! Good voice!"

"Today's salary has arrived, how about it, happy?"

Xiaoqian immediately adjusted her clothes, wrapped her tight body, put the shamisen again, bowed her hands and bowed in salute.

Everyone around was amazed.

"How come I have never heard of such a singer?"

Jiang Chen suddenly became majestic.

"Huh! You have no laws in the land of no masters, contain criminals, and advocate snatching the winds of war. Good girls are forced to betray themselves. Do you have the face to talk?"

After hearing this, Xiao Qian felt wronged in her heart.

She knelt on the ground with a bang, the winding yarn was piled up on the ground, her body suddenly bent, and she repeatedly knocked on Jiang Chen.

At this moment, she was not thanking Jiang Chen, but regretting herself!

If she is a pure singer, she is at least alive now.

A misstep is an eternal hatred. How can there be a chance to redeem it?

Jiang Chen quickly picked her up.

at this time.

A gust of wind suddenly swept into Yangquan Restaurant!

"Who is so rampant! How dare to run wild on my Foxxian Island!"

Jiang Chen looked back and saw a group of people standing directly outside the door.

The headed one wore a wide robe with large sleeves and a corset on his head.

A piece of tortoiseshell glasses was clamped in his eye socket, and he was holding a crutch with animal head.

The long eyebrows on his face have dropped to his shoulders, and the age spots are covered on his rotten skin.

Jiang Chen took a closer look. Behind the old man was the little milk dog he had beaten.

"Yeah! The old one comes after the small one?"

"Old man, have you looked at the muddy mud on the ground? It's all the protein that your family decomposes. If you come to me now, do you want to turn it into protein?"

The old man snorted coldly.

"You hairy boy, come here to come here for a wolf with a big tail?"

"How dare you claim to be the third on the black list, do you know who are the top two on the black list?"

"The first place is the Blue Star Royal Beast and the first person Xiao Yuntian, known as the elder Qinglong, and the second place is the Blue Star's strong wall, known as the Xuanwu elder!!"

When Jiang Chen heard this, Mao Sai suddenly started.

"It turns out that the two elders of my family occupy the top of the black list all the year round!"

The old man didn't seem to hear what Jiang Chen said, and said to himself.

"The third place is even more legendary. It was Jiang Chen, a genius young man who was dedicated to Yan Huang!"

When the old man said that, Jiang Chen had quietly walked to his side.

He also held his ID card in his hand.

"I said old man, do you know Yanhuang characters?"

The white-bearded old man put on his glasses, looked at Jiang Chen's ID card carefully, and mumbled out.

"Jiang Chen, from Chang'an..."

"Huh?! You are Jiang Chen? What are you kidding? So you are Jiang Chen!"

Jiang Chen immediately put away his ID card.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is your arrogant aura!"

"You old foxes, if I don't go find you and deliver them to the door by yourself, don't blame me for what you end up with!!"

While talking, Jiang Chen suddenly burst into a tyrannical pressure.

A huge bone sword of burning **** flames was suddenly drawn out from his hand.

The cool shape and terrifying aura immediately brought Jiang Chen back to the spotlight.

The little milk dog was so scared that he sat on the ground and his pants suddenly became wet.

The old man with white beard is nothing more than the grandfather of this little milk dog. He is very old, and in Jiang Chen's opinion, he has almost no power to restrain him.

There are a few masters behind them.

However, this so-called master barely reached the level of hegemony, and he couldn't even cook Jiang Chen.

Looking at the two shivering, Jiang Chen asked.

"What's the matter? Draw something?"

The old man immediately understood the black language Jiang Chen used.

This is only used by the green forests in the deep mountains and old forests who are sweaty. Drawing a path means setting the conditions. Jiang Chen just wants to compete with him!

But from the moment Jiang Chen drew his sword, the terrifying Lord failed to crash into the sky.

The old man was able to stand here not because of his strength, but simply because he was too old and his body and reaction ability were out of control.

Even with such a dangerous and powerful coercion right in front of his eyes, the body of an old man could not move at all!

You can't hide it now.

Helpless, the old man had to take a step back.

"You are just a young man, you want to make gestures with me? Don't you know how to respect the old and love the young!"

The corners of Jiang Chen's mouth twitched.

"It seems that the bad guys are getting old! Just now you cursed, now let me respect the old and love the young?"

"That little grandson is also a fox spirit? He has lived for seven or eight hundred years after he has cultivated to become a demon. Who is the old and who is the young? Who loves whom?"

The old man himself did not expect that Jiang Chen would come back easily when he said something.

He had to continue.

"Well, I admit that I can't beat you, but don't think that no one can cure you on this degenerate road!"

"Jiang Chen, do you keep asking for the lord of my demon fox? Good! I will give you some news today!"

It was the first time that Jiang Chen saw that selling his teammates said so awe-inspiringly.

But Lord Demon Fox is Jiang Chen's main target, he really needs some news.

The old fox demon spoke.

"From tomorrow, Borderlands will host the Lords Selection Competition. There is no limit to the number of people in the audition stage, but in the end only four people can become the true lords of Borderlands and enjoy a piece of their own land."