His True Colors Chapter 2719

 As the gentleman's slender hand slowly picked the strings of the zither, a melodious sound resonated from the zither.


        At times it was melodious, at times it was high.


        The crowd nodded their heads one after another, quickly immersing themselves in the sound of the music.


        "Accurate, accurate, accurate, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful."


        "Haha, this guy is practically a god of the zither, playing each note with almost unerring accuracy and without a hitch."


        "Indeed, the so-called after-tone is just like that."


        "To say that zither attainment, I think there is no need to compare anymore, just this zither sound alone has already won."


        A group of gentlemen spoke eloquently, not mincing words in praise of that gentleman's zither skill.


        At this moment, within the beaded curtain, the woman in green also moved slightly with the sound of the zither, and when she placed her eyes on the woman in white, she nodded her head slightly in recognition.


        "Good!"


        As the zither wound down, the crowd roared their approval.


        Clearly, the sound of the zither had conquered everyone, and Han Qianqian also gave a faint smile at the gentleman in recognition.


        In terms of attainment on the zither, the man in front of him was indeed quite good at it, his control of the sound was extremely accurate and his overall playing was flowing, making people feel like they were in the realm of sound.


        However, in response to Han Qianqian's praise, the man gave a cold snort of complacency, not appreciating any of it.


        "It's your turn." He gave Han Qianqian a blank look, trying to curry favour with himself in this way and then thinking that he would not lose so miserably?


        Dream on!


        Han Qianqian smiled helplessly, shook his head, and then, slowly placed his hands on the zither.


        "Dang~-!"


        As soon as the tone came out, Han Qianqian immediately frowned.


        The tone, it wasn't very accurate!


        Thinking of this, he rose slightly, opened the lid and began to tune the instrument.


        However, the "dang" sound already made everyone fall on the floor laughing after the shock.


        The pangolin even covered its face with its hands, not daring to look at it.


        "Listen to what that idiot is playing, haha, I'm laughing my ass off."


        "Damn, my ears are getting hot and sore, is that even called playing the piano?"


        "A cow playing the piano, hahahahaha."


        A bunch of people were laughing their heads off, and even within the beaded curtain at that moment, the woman in green shook her head helplessly, obviously quite disappointed.


        But on Han Qianqian's side, instead of having the slightest intention to stop, he kept pressing out other sounds.


        This is how tuning is supposed to work.


        But such a sound, in contrast to the beautiful sound of the zither, is completely out of the harshness of playing the zither.


        "Come on, stop fucking playing, you're playing, you're going to make me die."


        "Shit, what a mess, I can't take it anymore, you're going to fucking die for admitting defeat and coming here and hurting us all."


        "Hey, I'm fucking convinced of this hillbilly."


        The group of people went from ridicule, to angry curses.


        Behind the beaded curtain, the woman in green looked thought the woman in white, who nodded, then the woman in green raised her body slightly, ready to tell Han Qianqian not to continue.


        But almost at the same time, Han Qianqian, on his side, also rose slightly, then covered the lid and politely said, "Alright, I can start now."


        "Fuckin' hell, he's not finished yet."


        "No shit, ah, my ears."


        "I feel like I've had my ears insulted!"


        A bunch of people cursed in depression, at which point the woman in green turned her gaze to the woman in white once more, waiting for her decision.


        She hesitated for a long time, and finally, nodded her head.


        "My lord, please begin."


        Han Qianqian nodded, and then, sitting slightly back in front of the piano, her fingers moved slightly.


        A wonderful note, at once, came in the form of a tone.


        Immediately afterwards, a beautiful melody opened up with the tone and slowly played.


        On the night of Earth, the piano music that had taken the world by storm resounded once again, before it was Earth, now, it was the eight worlds.


        Everyone's ridicule and dissatisfaction, at this time all hard stuck in the face, dumbfounded to listen to this incomparable piano music, to a time even forgot to breathe ......


        And at this time Han Qianqian, forgetting to continue playing, playing ......


        This will be another one of the eight worlds, piano night!


        Slowly, the song ended.


        The scene was silent ......