Chapter 235 (1/2)

”Oh my God, Miss Wukongling invited someone to his house.”

”This man was so lucky, but he just said two words that were out of tune. How could he go to the attic of Miss Wukongling.”

”You can't say anything like that.”

Several men whispered. Although their voices were low, Lu Fan heard them clearly.

The envy and jealousy of these people's words is almost overflowing.

Lu Fan slowly got up and said indifferently, ”That's not rude.”

Slowly, Lu Fan embarked on the stone steps.

Stepping forward, Lu Fan suddenly felt a cold force pouring in from his feet.

This power is very subtle, and Jo Mo is a little thicker than the hair, but Lu Fan can feel that the radon in his body kills it directly.

It is quite tough, a lot stronger than the general strength. Don't underestimate such a trace of power. If you don't pay attention to letting it rush into key places, such as the heart and brain, it is likely to be killed.

Lu Fan looked up at Wukong Ling, and it seems that this woman is not easy to deal with.

Walking all the way into the attic, Wukongling received the piano and went into the room. Her right hand falsely led to Lu Fan: ”Master, please,”

Lu Fan walked into the room, and Wukongling immediately entered. The door closed slowly, covering everyone's sight.

Below, Ao Xing left Tieqing and walked, facing the person around him: ”Find out who this person is and dare to face me in public. Huh, I can't let him out of Donghua City.”

On the other hand, Miss Xiaoer thoughtfully looked at Wu Kongling's closed room door, walked slowly beside Liu Yi, and laughed: ”It's a funny man, it doesn't seem to be us in Donghua City. Well, Liu Yi, do you know? ”

Liu Yidao: ”The new guest, Miss Xiaoer. I can only tell you that he is very good, but he is a noble boy. He has a dark crystal card issued by our Bafang branch, and you also know .The crystal card is always issued only to that kind of person. ”

The smile nodded clearly, and the smile on his face became more intense and intense.

”Originally a gas scavenger, he can still point out a warrior, and I am more and more interested in him.”

. . . . . .

In the room, the candlelight flickered.

Obviously it's daytime, but the golden candles are everywhere in the attic of Wukongling, which is really puzzling.

The rooms are simple, elegant and simple. It's a far cry from Lu Fan's ”upstart” house.

Several paintings, two harps, a fife, and two rows of bookshelves are all the furnishings on the first floor of this loft.

There were two futons on the ground, and Wukongling sat down on one of them and placed Guqin in front of himself.

”I don't know what you want to hear, son.”

Wukongling gently plucked the strings, a ray of wind blew through the window, the candlelight swayed, and the veil blew softly.

Lu Fan laughed: ”When I first came here, I heard Miss Wukongling's song, and it reminded me of a lot of dreams. If not, Miss Wukongling played this song again for me.”

Wukong Lingdao said: ”It turned out that the son came here for this. Yeah, then this song.”

After speaking, Wu Kongling fiddled with the strings in his right hand, and a crisp sound came out.

Lu Fan's mind was agitated for it. Sure enough, this woman's piano skills can really stir people's heart strings.

Suddenly, Lu Fan felt that his suffocation was shocked, and turned into the power of the soul.

These conditions made Lu Fan's thoughts flutter.

What kind of exercise is this? Sonic martial arts.