I don't know why, Nangong Ping, who had been smiling all the time, was still smiling and whispering to them at this moment.

It's just that his originally warm and pleasant eyes became cold little by little, so cold that the hearts of those around him felt a slight chill.

It was so cold that even the manic Blue Lord slowly lowered his head.

He stood with his head down for a long time, and then he whispered in a rough voice:

"Okay, since San Lang said so himself, then Ah Yun ...... Still is...... Let's go back first. ”

Shaking his small body, Lan Zhengyun slowly walked back alone.

I don't know why, Xiao Yu, who was hiding behind Nangong Ping, suddenly felt that his thin and small back looked so decadent, and at the same time, it was also faintly ...... Lonely?

A faint sound of music suddenly sounded in the center of the hall, and the eyes of the burning gossip of everyone greedily watching the show were all drawn to the red carpet in the middle of the hall at once.

On the originally clean red carpet, I don't know when, there was a light pink veil.

Under the pink veil, there are many light pink graceful flowers, which shake slowly and gracefully in the melodious music.

Originally, it was an ethereal music, but gradually, it became high-spirited and spread.

The pink veil finally fell slowly.

Many fresh and beautiful faces like lotus stamens were finally revealed in front of everyone with a smile on their faces.

A beautiful dancer in a pink gauze skirt, bare-armed, barefoot, with tiny little golden bells tied around her ankles, holding hands in the moving music, on the red carpet, circling in circles, stepping on dance steps, and constantly turning in front of everyone.

In the midst of the loud cheers in the hall, in the center of the dance floor, a graceful figure finally rose.

The woman, dancing on the dance floor, wore a snow-white white gauze skirt alone.

In the white skirt flying, the woman's eyebrows are raised, her hair is like a cloud, and her skin is like fat condensation.

Obviously, the woman in the center of this dance floor is a stunning woman with a beautiful national beauty.

However, the most refreshing thing is not her beauty, but her unusual dance dress and unique dance steps.

In a group of pink-clothed dancers, her dancing posture is like a swimming dragon, arrogant like a shock, and there is a kind of dazzling beauty like the first bloom of a flash in the pan.

For a time, it took many people's eyes.

For a while, the entire hall was filled with cheers and cheers.

Xiao Yu sat on the edge of the table, his hands on his cheeks, and couldn't help but look at it.

Vaguely, Xiao Yu always vaguely felt that the style of the white dress worn by this woman, as well as her constantly rotating dance steps, had a bit of déjà vu.

It's familiar, like a gentleman who always meets acquaintances, and he can't help but want to take off his hat to salute.

After lying there and thinking for a long time, Xiao Yu's brain suddenly opened up:

In other words, isn't this woman's dance skirt style similar to the few dance clothes she drew casually when she was in the Blue Country?!

Also, isn't the dance she danced very similar to the Huxuan dance she once danced?!

Seven days in the mountains, a thousand years in the world.

It turned out that in the short time that his family was trapped in the misty mountains and forests, the clothes he wore and the dances he danced at the banquet in the Blue Kingdom Palace that day had already been widely spread on this five-color continent. Even, it has been transmitted to the deep palace here.

Hmm, the style of these clothes, and the number of these dances, is it really so good?

Unintentionally, I also have some fans who don't know each other.

The corners of Xiao Yu's mouth curved, and he thought with a smile on his own.