An Qingjue's hair is of excellent quality, smooth, black, with a very pleasant smell, and wet.

Yunluo asked An Qingjue to sit down, then stood up and took the black and white striped towel to carefully wipe An Qingjue's hair. The crystal clear water droplets fell on her fair skin, which was indescribably beautiful.

An Qingjue was very well behaved. She stretched out a pink female finger to tease the sleepy Tangtang. She gently poked the furry mouse body with her finger and rubbed its inverted triangle ears, showing a very childish temper.

An Qingjue, who is 1.6 meters tall, is petite but not short, and has an aura of spirituality.

Yun Luo wiped An Qingjue's hair clean, then stuffed the black and white striped towel into An Qingjue's arms and started to chase her away: "It's done, little Qingjue, make way. I have to write articles to earn money to support my family."

"Hmph, just say it if you're impatient." An Qingjue pouted, a little unhappy, but still obediently gave up her chair and watched Yunluo sit down, open the document, and type on the keyboard to write the manuscript.

An Qingjue's delicate body is wrapped in a coffee cat-style snow-white bath towel, giving people a sense of youthful beauty.

Yunluo ignored An Qingjue. That was her personality. The more she was talked to, the happier she became. An Qingjue glared at Yunluo with a bit of resentment in her beautiful eyes, pinched Yunluo with her little hand, and went back to her boudoir to change clothes in her pink slippers. If An Chuyu came out of the bath and saw An Qingjue like this, she would definitely grab her sister's ears and nag her.

An Qingjue ran out in a few minutes, wearing a light gray short-sleeved thin shirt that reached her knees, revealing a pair of snow-white beautiful legs. You couldn't see the super short shorts underneath, which made people feel the hazy beauty of not wearing anything on the lower body.

Yunluo recognized this light gray thin shirt. It belonged to his girlfriend An Chuyu. An Qingjue didn’t have such a long thin shirt.

"Brother-in-law, all the beautiful clothes are ruined. Let's go shopping tomorrow." An Qingjue grabbed Tangtang and talked while playing with her. He sat obediently on the edge of the bed and didn't bother Yunluo.

"Yes, that's possible. Your sister should be happy to go too." Yun Luo responded casually, his hands working non-stop. After he finished writing a plot about a life-and-death battle with a bloody ancient war tree as huge as a mountain, he stopped writing the manuscript for the time being and went to look at something else.

Logged into the book page of the last two hundred and thirty-seven years, Yunluo glanced at the book review area, and closed it because he thought there was nothing interesting. Yunluo went to the Qiuqiu original music platform, logged into his account, and checked the backstage full of information. There was no system information, so it didn't matter whether he read it or not, and deleted it all.

Seeing that the song "My Heart Will Not Die" was at the top of the list of the Qiuqiu Original Music Platform, Yunluo also found it interesting. There happened to be a song related to the Bloody War Ancient Tree. It was very beautiful and sad. It told the story of a baby girl who fell into the hands of the Bloody War Ancient Tree, was raised by the Bloody War Ancient Tree, and finally died at the hands of a loved hero.

That beauty, with the kindness and purity of an angel, saved many people from the Bloody War Ancient Tree. In fact, how could a mutant plant raise a human girl? The figure that looked like a beauty was essentially used by the Bloody War Ancient Tree to lure and kill other living things. Occasionally, some of them escaped with their lives, but that was because the Bloody War Ancient Tree was full.

You see, that hero was actually him. In the last days, he roamed the world with a sword, killing countless people and saving countless lives. Some of them were artists who sang praises for him. This story was actually made up, but it has been sung for hundreds of years.

This was also the first song that was specially written for him, so he naturally knew how to sing it and even gave the artist a reward.

The song is called - Death of an Angel.

Don’t be surprised. In the last days, the word death is a very glorious and noble word. What is more noble is naturally life.

Compared to the song "My Heart Will Not Die", "Angel's Death" can make people depressed and unhappy. The first half of the song is ethereal like a fantasy, with the beauty of nature, telling the beauty, purity and kindness of angels. The second half is about a hero coming to kill the bloody war tree, and the angel falls in love with the hero, and the hero is defeated in a battle with the bloody war tree.

For love's sake, the angel told the hero the weakness of the bloody war tree. The hero fought hard for seven days and seven nights and killed the bloody war tree. He wanted to take the angel away and marry her for the rest of his life.

In fact, the life and death of the angel had long been tied to the bloody ancient tree of war. When the angel died, the hero was heartbroken and shed tears. Holding the angel's body, he walked step by step into the endless darkness after the sunset. That was a desperate honor.

The death of an angel is a fairy tale, a myth, and a lie.

He likes this song very much, he loves it so much, people are always a little narcissistic.

…

Yunluo was very cunning. Thinking about the various trivial matters in recording Angel's Death, he remembered Yan Chenyu's immediate superior Zhen Mi. Rich ladies like that didn't take money seriously. If he could get sponsorship, Yunluo could record a song for free.

The Tianlai Recording Studio by the West Lake charges a very high fee, and the conditions are naturally excellent. Yunluo has tried the top-level music recording equipment, so he naturally doesn't want to lower his standards. But although it is not difficult to apply for the money from his girlfriend, Yunluo doesn't think it is necessary to spend tens of thousands of dollars with his own money.

There is a sucker here, it would be a waste not to hit the bamboo pole.

Yun Luo thought of it and wrote the music score of the song Angel's Death on his laptop. According to the Guzheng goddess Zhen Mi's love for the apocalyptic style of My Heart Will Never Die, the better Angel's Death is naturally no problem. Let's put it this way, My Heart Will Never Die is just a relatively good song with no reputation in the apocalypse, while Angel's Death is a classic that will never fade for a hundred years.

Picking up the black phone, Yun Luo called Yan Chenyu: "Hello, Chenyu, I have a new song that I want to record. It's because of your boss's money that I want to get a free top-notch recording studio. I'll send you the music score via my phone later. The name of this song is Death of an Angel."

Yan Chenyu naturally liked Yunluo to come to her when he had something to do, which meant that the two of them were very close: "I dare not guarantee this. The young lady is very picky. I will give it to the young lady, but I don't know whether the young lady likes it or is willing to pay for it."

"It's okay, just go with the flow, don't force it." Yun Luo didn't care. If Zhen Mi didn't give him money, his girlfriend would.

"The eldest lady likes my Xin Bu Si very much. She often plays a piece of guzheng for me and even plays the war drum version for the lord. The eldest lady also read the book you wrote about the last 237 years of the world and found it very interesting." Yan Chenyu did tell Yun Luo some of the eldest lady's little secrets so that Yun Luo would not be so disappointed. The possibility of success is still very high as long as the quality of the music is good.

“Angel’s Death and My Heart Will Never Die are both apocalyptic songs. In terms of quality, Angel’s Death is a true classic. I’m not bragging. You’ll understand when you hear it, Chenyu.” Yun Luo also wanted to give some confidence to Yan Chenyu, who couldn’t read the music score, so that Yan Chenyu wouldn’t lack confidence when reporting to Zhen Mi.

"I see. A Luo, you're the best. Is everything okay with your first encounter with Qing Ju?" Yan Chenyu praised Yun Luo sweetly. This ordinary boy always gave Yan Chenyu a very stable sense of security.

Yunluo logged into Qiuqiu on the computer and sent the written music score to Yan Chenyu. After saying a few words, he hung up the phone.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

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"Brother-in-law, you have a new song. Is it good? Can you beat a rhythm for us to listen to?" An Qingjue was very naughty and liked that unique feeling very much. She hugged Yunluo's arm and acted coquettishly, rubbing her two green apples against each other.

"What are you listening to?" An Chuyu's voice came with a bit of haziness. An Chuyu, wearing a pink pajamas, wiped her wet waist-length hair with a snow-white towel. An Chuyu walked to Yunluo's side and turned around naturally. Yunluo took the snow-white towel and carefully dried his girlfriend's black hair.

"It's a new song. My brother-in-law wrote another song called Death of an Angel. I just called Sister Chenyu and wanted her boss to sponsor the free recording. I wanted my brother-in-law to beat the rhythm so we can hear it first." An Qingjue grabbed Tangtang's fluffy red tail a little unhappily. Once her sister came, her brother-in-law was no longer hers alone. It was so annoying.

"A Luo, why didn't I realize you have musical talent before? That song 'My Heart Will Never Die' is so beautiful. Did you make any money from it?" An Chuyu was a little curious. She knew very little about the music industry. She only knew that those singers and music stars made a lot of money.

"I'm an independent musician. I don't get big money from advertising endorsements, and I don't have the capital to make and sell CDs. So after I got to know this circle, I realized that if I wanted to make some money, I could only rely on ringtones. The song "I'll Never Die" became a big hit, so ringtone sales should be pretty good. I don't know exactly how much money I made, but it won't be that much."

Yun Luo explained a little to An Chuyu, so that his girlfriend wouldn't find something wrong when checking the accounts: "If an independent musician wants to make money, he can go to bars, nightclubs and streets to perform, which is equivalent to work. I don't like it very much. Anyway, making music is just a hobby besides writing novels. With the book "The Last 237 Years", I can buy a van soon."

"Well, it would be nice to have a car. It would save a lot of trouble to go out and come home in the future, and a van is not expensive. The royalties for this month have arrived, so let's buy a van for around 30,000 yuan. We all have a driver's license anyway." An Chuyu was easy to talk to since he had money in hand. He even rewarded Yun Luo with a sweet kiss with a smile, which made An Qingju jealous.

…

In the end, Yunluo didn't play the rhythm of Angel's Death to the An sisters. It wasn't that An Qingjue didn't want to listen, but An Chuyu and Yunluo started chatting, and An Qingjue was sulking alone, so she soon joined the chat group.

As the night deepened, it was already half past ten, and An Chuyu and An Qingju had no intention of going back to sleep, even though the two sisters were yawning from sleepiness. Yunluo was a human with a high IQ, and at first he thought that the two girls just liked to chat, but later he realized that they were afraid and didn't dare to go to sleep for fear of nightmares.

"Baby, you must be scared today. I'm worried about you two, so let me hold you in my arms for the whole night." Yun Luo's voice was very gentle, and he took all the embarrassment on himself so that the two sisters would not be so shy.

An Chuyu and An Qingjue looked at each other, their pretty faces blushed a little, and they went to the bathroom hand in hand without saying a word, and then slept in Yun Luo's room. The two sisters slept with one of Yun Luo's arms around them, and rested their heads on Yun Luo's shoulders. It is not easy to enjoy the blessing of having two wives. If it were the original Yun Luo, both of her arms would be numb and unable to feel in minutes.

The silent darkness has a silent tenderness.