Jiang Zheming looked in the direction of the dance floor when he heard this, ", it's really!"

The long-legged nun Bayonetta is too recognizable, and she didn't pay close attention to it before, but now when she looks over there, the extremely high bun of hair and the long legs that are one meter and two upwards are obviously not so coincidental that there is a second person dressed like this.

However, at this time, she was not wearing a nun outfit, but a black tight leather coat, outlining an incomparably beautiful figure and looking particularly sexy.

With so many people on the dance floor, the nun must have contributed to her appeal.

"Anyway, why is the nun in this place?" Tong Jianjun said with his mouth twitching.

"How do I know? Probably Catholics can't help dancing, right?" Jiang Zheming was so calm that he stood up directly, "Damn, those beasts, let go of that nun and let me come!"

Tong Jianjun looked at Jiang Zheming who rushed over with a wry smile, but he didn't stop it, after all, this place is for indulgence, as long as nothing happens, it's up to him how to come.

The waiter had already arrived with two bottles of wine and a bucket of ice. Tong Jianjun poured a cup and mixed two pieces of ice into it, which he seemed to drink like this when he watched TV. When I was in Japan before, the method of blowing directly at the bottle was very cool, but it was too violent.

The amber liquor in the mouth, mixed with the soft and heavenly floral aroma and the mellow flavor of the faint smoke, bloomed in Tong Jianjun's mouth, and the thick fruity aroma spread from the throat to the nose, slowly flowing out with a wisp of breath.

"Cool~" Tong Jianjun took a few sips of wine, and then set his eyes on the dance floor.

Jiang Zheming seemed to want to squeeze into the long-legged nun's side, but how could the surrounding beasts let him go, such a superb woman, she could regret it for the rest of her life if she missed it.

Although people wanted to get to Beyone Nitta's side, none of them could stick to her. There are a few people who want to take advantage of the hazy environment, and they have been taught to be people by kicking in high heels.

This is a narcissistic person.

Tong Jianjun suddenly had such an idea.

Although Beyouta's dancing exudes an incomparably strong temptation, attracting a group of people who want to kiss Fang Ze without fear of death, she doesn't seem to have this intention herself, and always feels that she is just dancing for herself. She dances just for her own appreciation.

Gradually, the men around Bayonetta also discovered this, and they began to show their dancing postures, hoping to attract Bayonetta's attention, like male peacocks showing off themselves.

As a result, the group of men started to dance awkwardly, and now there are not many people, which gives them plenty of space.

This live version of the awkward dance competition made Tong Jianjun feel very interesting, and immediately filled his wine and turned on the theater mode.

Jiang Zheming didn't blow it around, he was indeed the little prince who was in the nightclub back then, and his coquettish dancing posture, even if he disappeared for four or five years, some people recognized that this was the Zheming of the people who dominated all kinds of dance forests back then.

However, the nightclub circle in the sea over the years is not static, and if there is less of a people's philosophy, there will be a people's Mingyi and the people's Aili.

And at this moment, the new generation of dance kings happened to be standing in front of Jiang Zheming. In the end, Bayonetta is only a cause, not a result, a struggle between the new generation and the old forces.

Beyounita also noticed the battle between the old and new dance kings, stopped her own dancing, and looked at the two with interest, as if she were looking at two baboons in heat.

Jiang Zheming knew that in order to defeat the new generation of dance kings in front of him, he had to show the strongest ability, and strive for a blow to make him desperate.

There is no choreography, it is all improvisation, and whatever is put on the background music on the dance floor, they dance according to what, stick to every rhythm, dance every note.

In the background of the electronic music, Jiang Zheming seems to have turned into a humanoid machine, challenging Newton's coffin board all the time, as long as there is a little part that sticks to the ground, his body is as stable as a poi.

After the song, Jiang Zheming's whole body was soaked with sweat, which was a great challenge to his physical strength for him who had withdrawn from the rivers and lakes for almost five years.

Although the onlookers were amazed, the new generation of dancing kings did not care. He held out his hand and motioned for the console to play the song again.

He actually completely rewrote Jiang Zheming's actions, and in some places he was even coquettish.

The new generation of dance kings is not plagiarizing, but telling Jiang Zheming in a straightforward way that he is old and outdated!

The hairy boy was not satisfied, he stretched out his hand and made several disdainful gestures in front of Jiang Zheming.

This Tong Jianjun can't stand it, how can he say that Jiang Zheming is also his friend, and if his skills are not as good as others, there is no way, after all, no matter how strong his waist is, he can't compete with the little goblin of time.

But insulting him like this is very wrong, Tong Jianjun naturally puts himself in the perspective of belonging to the same generation as Jiang Zheming.

Tong Jianjun felt that he needed to educate the young dance king, what is called old and strong.

"Little young, have you ever heard of the Electric Light Poison Dragon Drill?" Tong Jianjun stepped forward and said to the young dancing king.

"Electric Light Poison Dragon Drill?" the young dancer smiled, he stuck out his tongue and drilled, "Do you mean this, or do you mean this......"

His legs were together, his toes were pressed against the ground, and his hands spun around to spin easily on the ground.

Seeing his performance, the corners of Tong Jianjun's mouth curled: "That's not what I mean, so let's let you see what a real electric light poisonous dragon drill is." ”

After saying that, Tong Jianjun turned his head to look at Bayoneta: "Miss Bayoneta, I need your help." ”

"What helps? I'll try as much as I can. Bayoneta, who has always been unapologetic to others, easily agreed to Tong Jianjun's request.

The men around were a little surprised, after all, they didn't know Bayoneta's name, could it be that someone who cut off his beard halfway through?

"Just let me take a few looks. While Tong Jianjun stared at Bei Yunita, his brain's imagination began to run wild.

"It's coming!"

Tong Jianjun's eyes lit up and he threw himself directly to the ground.

"What is this for, the five bodies surrender to the ground?" the young dancer mocked.

Tong Jianjun's voice came out: "Little young man, see clearly, what does the real electric light poisonous dragon drill look like!"

"it!"

"What the is this!"

"And this kind of operation!"

I saw Tong Jianjun, who was originally attached to the ground, suddenly his whole body began to rise, and there seemed to be a jack under his lower abdomen, supporting his entire body.

The ascent was fast, frozen at a height that made the men around him feel ashamed.

"Electric Optics...... Poison Dragon Drill!"

Give me a fulcrum, and I can drill the whole earth!