Thinking of what might happen later, all the girls blushed and their hearts were beating, but they were blocked by masks, so they were not so embarrassed!

Twenty girls, all dressed in cyan dark pattern floating gauze skirts, thin gauze skirts swaying on the ground, delicate flowers on the top, but the front hem could not cover the knees, the long legs of white flowers were undoubtedly exposed, and the feet wore a pair of dark pattern thick-soled flowing firefly shoes of the same color. The long hair was scattered, which was to be left for another person to pull up later.

The ancient painting fan looked at this battle, and then listened to the rules of the game, and the corners of his mouth twitched. No matter how it sounds, it sounds like a blind date game conference!

Is it too late to quit now?

But when she reacted, she had already been pushed and shoved to the huge bonfire, and the formation that had already been lined up was indispensable.

Looking left and right, it should, probably, maybe it's too late!

Mu Ya on the side had long since disappeared, which made her very angry, and she quit without telling her! Can you take her with you next time? Can? Even Yan Qingjiu didn't know when he lost his trace, didn't he say that he would participate together? You can't have a good time!

The hand was held, and the ancient painting fan looked at it, but it was the little woman Dexin who had been beside her who was blinking at her, and her eyes could not hide the starlight.

The ancient painting fan looked around, but Princess Jing'an was gone.

The opening officially began, and several leading little women in front of them had already walked gracefully to the bonfire in the center, swaying with light yarn, giving birth to lotus step by step, looking forward to life, phoenix eyes flowing, and a song came out slowly.

The ancient painting fan looked at the fluttering dance on the side, but saw her eyes staring straight at the direction of the Chunyuan Emperor's tent, and was puzzled, and was about to open her mouth to ask, when she saw that she had already turned her head.

"Fan, what are you doing watching me? Hurry. Piao Wu glanced at the ancient painting fan, and then pulled the ancient painting fan and walked forward.

The ancient painting fan was puzzled, but he saw that the formation that was originally arranged in a circle was turning gracefully at the moment, his clothes were flying, and the dark fragrance was surging.

A light flute sounded, and the ancient painting looked up, but I didn't know when, a group of beautiful sons dressed in cyan clothes and silver patterns walked slowly from the dark night, wearing the same mask.

First, a man in Tsing Yi twisted the jade flute with his bare hands, and his thin lips gently blew out a soft and melodious flute sound.

The women's dance seems to be infused with life, with the sound of the flute, the women dance in long sleeves, and countless delicate petals gently fly between the heavens and the earth, and the refreshing fragrance of flowers is intoxicating. Dozens of women in various patterns spread out like blooming buds.

In the rain of flowers, a beautiful girl in smoke and green clothes appeared like an orchid in the empty valley, with her light and graceful, fluttering like a fairy dance, the wide wide sleeves opened and closed to cover it, and set off her beautiful posture.

As the two of them appeared like the moon held by the stars, the man and the woman seemed to be moistened by the holy qi and gained life.

The women lined up in a fan shape and danced, and the men also lined up in a fan shape opposite, and their beautiful and not feminine dancing postures attracted everyone's attention.

The ancient painting fan looked at the dancing posture of the surrounding women, dancing the sleeves of their clothes decently. The fluttering dance on the side is also a master of dancing, and it is difficult to hide the elegance in the movement.

Looking at her dancing posture with all her might, the graceful demeanor with anger and laughter, the ancient painting fan only felt that she was a little different from the past, but he couldn't think of a reason.

His eyes turned to the man in Tsing Yi who was held by the stars, and the woman in Tsing Yi. When I saw the figure and starry eyes of the woman in Tsing Yi, I was suddenly stunned. She said why she couldn't see Princess Jing'an for a long time, it turned out that they were the finale.

However, her dancing posture is indeed good, at a glance, everyone in the Chuyuan tribe is fascinated to look at her graceful dancing, as her sleeves fly, moving her eyes, Princess Jing'an's beautiful eyes are looking forward to it, everyone present is heartbeat, and they all think that she is looking at herself.

The beautiful boy on the opposite side also smiled with starry eyes, although he wore a mask, but the flute sound that had become more and more high and light had already explained a qiē.

The breeze came, and a group of young people in Tsing Yi around the bonfire, both men and women, exuded the atmosphere of youth and filled with infinite enthusiasm, adding a touch of new vitality to this dark night.

Suddenly, the melody of the flute quickened, and the meaning of the clear Yang deepened, and the two fan-shaped processions suddenly dissolved, and the same number of men and women walked towards the people opposite them with graceful steps.

The ancient painting fan also suddenly stopped dancing and walked forward with them.

When they got closer, they saw the woman next to her stretching out her palm, and the man opposite also stretched out her palm, and the two of them were back to the back of their hands, their bodies changed, and they danced together in an instant.

The corners of Gu Huafan's mouth twitched, and he instantly wondered what kind of wind he had smoked to participate in this opening dance!

Fluttering refused to stretch out her hand for some reason, and the two of them and the two men in green clothes opposite stood abruptly among the dancing boys and girls.

The ancient painting fan was about to pull up the fluttering and run away, but the hand was suddenly grabbed by the man opposite, the ancient painting fan was startled, and was about to perform the taekwondo that he had almost forgotten, but found that the palm was solid and powerful, and he didn't move when he struggled.

The ancient painting fan was annoyed, raised his eyes and glared fiercely, but looked into a pool of warm water waves.

The eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and the starry eyes are like dreams.

Dressed in green clothes, good bones are natural.

At the moment when she raised her eyes to look at the man in Tsing Yi, three sharp air currents shot out from inside the Pure Yuan Emperor's tent, cutting through the air, passing through the dancing crowd, and striking towards the vital point of the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi still had his eyebrows and stars, his expression remained unchanged, and the figure of the hand that pulled the ancient painting fan turned and skillfully dodged away.

Piao Wu was stunned by this change, and was about to angrily reprimand the bold man in Tsing Yi, but was held by the man in Tsing Yi opposite him, but the man covered his sleeve in Piao Wu's hand, and then held it.

Fluttering was stunned, and the other hand twisted a stream of air, and was about to power the man, but was dissolved by the man's lightness. In the crowd, the man's seemingly thin but powerful force drove the fluttering through the crowd.

On the side, the ancient painting fan looked at the familiar eyebrows and eyes in a daze, forgot about the struggle for a while, and moved with the movements of the man in Tsing Yi.

A whisper in his ear made the eyes of the ancient painting fan instantly burst into hazy tears. The eye sockets, which had been dry for a long time, became moisturized at the moment.

"Why are you crying? But scared? The corners of the man's lips hooked slightly, and he said softly.

Just as it was spinning, the clothes were flying, and a blue jade tassel on the waist of the man in Tsing Yi exuded a bewitching light under the reflection of the moonlight and the bonfire.

The ancient painting fan almost choked up when he saw the tassel pendant he made with his own hands, and his cold fingers swept across his wrist and murmured softly.

"Brother An, is it really you?"

The man in Tsing Yi chuckled, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he said softly: "There is only one An Deyang in this world, and that is the girl in front of her." ”

Listening to his teasing words, the ancient painting fan only felt that the clouds in the days suddenly brightened.

"How does Brother An recognize me?" The ancient painting fan asked softly.

Another spin was coming, Hao's wrist was raised slightly, his sleeve slipped off, and a drop of bright red cinnabar mole shone bewitching in the night.

The two looked at each other at the same time, and they knew each other again, and smiled wordlessly. (To be continued.) )