Chapter 278: The love of poetry, the beauty of dance, and the movement of sound.
For a while, the scene was extremely lively.
Appreciation is not perceived.
Silence lightly accepted the plum fruit, put it in the storage ring, and walked up to Zi Han, "Here you go." ”
In the palm of his hand, there is a storage ring containing plum fruits.
Zi Han was slightly stunned when he saw this, and then he was a little helpless, "Just kidding, how can I ask for your things, what I want, I will take it myself." ”
As soon as he finished speaking, Silence Mosheng on the stage spoke, but the words were not said to Silence, but Zi Han, "Our Shaoling Lord has few friends, and this girl is the first one I have seen." ”
As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes all looked at Zi Han.
Crescent plain clothes, three-foot green silk fluttering in the wind, exuding a faint coldness around the body, slender and thin, looking a little skinny, white skin like jade, eyebrows and eyes with a trace of melancholy, lip line lightly, looking a little casual.
Just standing there is a beautiful place.
Someone subconsciously looked at Moli, and it seemed that in terms of appearance, this woman could be compared with Moli.
The most important thing is temperament, although she doesn't seem to be high in cultivation, but just standing there, it gives people a sense of nobility and coldness, and her every move is very casual, but it always gives people an illusion of extreme elegance.
Someone's eyes lit up, such a woman is not bad.
They can't get Moli, they may have a chance for such a lowly woman.
In just that moment, many men were dressed up and wanted to step forward, but they were swept by Zi Han's faint eyes, and they stopped in an instant.
That look is not terrifying, not cold. But they were very indifferent, as if they were looking at the air, as if they would never be able to enter this woman's eyes. Even though her strength is low, they are much stronger than her, but inexplicably, their steps can no longer be lifted.
It's a strange feeling.
Zi Han looked at the silence on the stage faintly, although the distance was not far, it was not close. From her point of view, people are the size of a teacup.
But the monk's eyesight was excellent. She glanced at Lonely Mosheng, her expression was indifferent, and her voice was a little elegant, sounding extremely magnetic. "I'm also very honored. ”
A faint word. But he was stunned to tell her a very difficult feeling.
The silent look on the side was a little strange, and it felt weird, it was the feeling of pretending to be B
Of course, this feeling is only available to people who are familiar with Zihan, and as for those who are not familiar, they feel that this person is humble and polite~~~
"Hehe, girl, let's fall off Mei, I also want to see the girl's demeanor. Silence Mosheng said so. In my heart, I wanted to see how strong Zi Han was.
On the surface, her strength is too weak.
And at this time. Mo Li had the opportunity to stare at Zi Han with a pair of beautiful eyes, a little probing and some interest.
That gaze was obviously too obvious, following the gaze, Zi Han raised her eyes and met those eyes, only for an instant, she was stunned.
I have never seen such beautiful eyes, like deep black holes, and like bright stars, which together are stars in extremely deep black holes
What kind of metaphor is that, like the brightest and brightest star in the night sky, which makes people feel as if they are depressed at a glance.
The two looked at each other, the time seemed to be very long, but in fact, it was only for a moment, Zi Han turned her eyes lightly, she couldn't see through this woman.
Immediately, everyone saw that she slowly raised her hand, which was white and slender, with well-trimmed nails and soft fingers as smooth as pearls, and some wondered how good it would be if they could touch it.
Suddenly, a trace of gold slowly condensed on the fingertips, so dazzling.
A tiny star, condensed in his hand, flicked his fingertips, and the tiny star instantly pierced the night sky, lighting up the dark night, bang.
A magnificent and magnificent voice came, and I saw the stars burst open, like fireworks, slowly crossing the night.
At this sound, everyone's hearts were shocked, and they were inexplicably attracted by this star.
It's beautiful.
Everyone looked up, and although the stars burst out in the shape of fireworks, they did not disappear, and seemed to become one with the stars in the sky, but they were brighter than the stars.
At this time, a slightly melancholy and lonely voice came.
"Who, by my hand, has taken me crazy for half my life. ”
The stars in the sky shattered one by one, making a sound similar to that of a drum, as if playing music.
A soft echo rang out
The poetic sentences are accompanied by the sound of the stars, and everyone's expressions are instantly obsessed.
It's the obsession with that sentence, yes, who can hold my hand and make me crazy for half my life
Bang! Bang!
The stars burst one after another, and there seemed to be a faint rhythm.
"Who, kiss my eyes, and cover me for half my life. His voice became hoarse and low at the moment, and his eyes were a little sad.
Everyone, including the nuns, looked at this woman at the moment, as if they were fascinated by her, and the words full of sorrow were so beautiful
"Who, caress my face, comforts me for half a lifetime of sorrow. ”
Everyone looked at Zi Han with obsession in their eyes, but they saw that her figure was moving slowly, and she didn't know when she took the sword in her hand.
"Who, with my heart, melts the frost of half my life. ”
brush, there was a sound of breaking wind in the air, and the figure jumped, rotated, stepped on, and fluttered.
Holding a sword in his hand, the body is extremely elegant in the air dancing star sword, a move, a momentum, all contain the way of the sword.
And this sword dance seems to have become one with the sound of the air.
"Who, lift me by the shoulders, drive me to silence all my life. ”
The stars began to burst in a hurry, with a slight nervousness and hesitation.
"Who, call my heart, cover me with a voice. ”
The figure in the air became slow at this moment, as if she was sad to the extreme, and her expression also became melancholy and sad at this moment.
"Whosoever forsake me, and leave me alone for the rest of my life. ”
This sentence made countless people's expressions become sad and sad, looking at the beautiful woman who seemed to be a little sad at the moment, who would abandon you
"Whoever can know my intentions will make me have no regrets in this life. ”
This sentence seems excessive.
"Who, can help my arm, unparalleled in thousands of years!" In just a moment, the sad expression turned into a monstrous ambition, and in an instant, the dancing sword also became as sharp and chic as a hero in the world, and it was extremely free.
There was also a trace of magnificent momentum on his body, and the cracking sound accelerated rapidly.
Bang bang!!
After speeding up, it gradually became soothing, and after the pride, there was endless crazy attachment
"Who, can pour out my heart, and every inch of land is just like nothing. ”
This voice, the voice is lonely and lonely, as if she is the only one left in the world, lonely and helpless.
Brush.
The figure suddenly fell to the ground, and boom, the last star in the sky burst out, and the scene became quiet at this moment.
Her expression became helpless, vast, and the hero was pathetic and unknowing
"Who, can bury me, laugh at the vain of the world, and my heart is crazy. The last sentence pours out the sorrow, helplessness and madness of all heroes. (To be continued.) )