Chapter 27 Only seven strings

But when she approached the expensive harp, An Yan regretted making a bet with He Yunshen!

This harp is indeed expensive, but the strings are broken a lot, and it seems to be cut directly by something...

An Yan's little face turned a little pale. She calmed down and counted forty-seven strings broke forty-seven.

She played the 28-string harp, but now there are only seven strings. How should she play it? This is not played at all! No wonder He Yun was very confident just now!

"Why? I won't play anymore?" He Yunshen raised his eyebrows, looked at her worried and even disappointed look, and yelled lightly.

"You've known that the strings of the harp are broken, right?"

"This is my home."

"Yes, this is your home." She should have known how smart this man is long ago!

After discussing the conditions with him, He Yun, how could she win?

"I would like to bet f to lose." s3;

An Yan was dejected. She lost, and she lost completely.

From the beginning, He Yunshen won.

Seeing An Yan's disgusting appearance, He Yunshen looked at Wu Yang standing on the side, and Wu Yang quickly walked in front of He Yunshen.

He Yunshen ordered Wu Yang to say a sentence, and Wu Yang looked at He Yunshen in shock.

Wu Yang asked softly, "Mr. He, aren't you helping her?" He saw that he won.

"Go quickly!"

Wu Yang nodded and had to walk in front of An Yan.

"Miss Mu, don't be so decadent. You didn't say that you can't play the piano with seven strings!"

An Yan was stunned and looked at Wu Yang as if he had suddenly realized something.

Yes! It was not said that the seven strings cannot be played! He Yunshen did not have a specified track, so she could improvise it, so she used the seven strings to play the piano!

"Wu Yang, you are simply my savior!" An Yan immediately expressed his gratitude to Wu Yang, just as he almost jumped around holding Wu Yang's hand.

Wu Yang quickly shook his head desperately because he had already felt a chill on his spine and a gaze was staring at him behind him.

The master of that line of sight was He Yunshen.

How could Wu Yang not be afraid? He is afraid of death!

He quickly retreated to the side.

An Yan looked at He Yunshen, then sat in a cushioned transparent chair. She stepped on the pedal of the harp and started improvising using the seven strings.

Even if there are only seven strings, An Yan can improvise a simple song...

A melodious melody sounded...

Aunt Xu and Wu Yang, who were standing aside, were stunned.

He Yunshen remained unchanged, but his vision fell on An Yan from beginning to end.

When the last tone fell sharply, An Yan turned his gaze to He Yunshen, "Mr. He, I've finished playing. Now Mr. He can't be angry? Mr. He only stipulates that I'll finish playing one song, but I didn't say that this song was created by me!"

"What's the name of that song just now?" he asked.

An Yan was stunned. The name of her improvised song was obviously not yet.

Fortunately, An Yan reacted quickly and temporarily named a song for the devil, "called devil." Of course, it also called the devil, so... what is it called not devil?

He Yunshen looked at An Yan with an expressionless face. How could he not know the purpose of An Yan's name?

"Is it called devil?" He Yunshen's eyes were extremely deep, and no one could guess what he would say or do in the next second.
Chapter completed!