"Cheers!" Locke happily took another drink. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before I knew it, the closet of the inn was already on fire, it was already dark, and it was full of people who came to have fun.

Rich Lock, invite all those present today to drink, and the atmosphere in the inn is even more noisy, and the green eyes of the innkeeper Thiras Stewart are not visible.

Soon Locke's vision was a little blurry, but he felt that he couldn't vent the joy in his heart.

What to do?!

That's right!

He staggered to his feet, stood on the table in the hall, and jumped up and down as he learned the human dance movements in the game.

Then, he thought back to the Night Elf male's dance and danced unfamiliarly.

But soon, the system in his mind actually started to work on its own, and Billie Jean started playing, and the dance moves from Mike Jackson were playing back in Locke's mind, and he couldn't help but want to jump, and he picked up a jazz hat from the crowd and buckled it on his head.

"Hey! That's my hat! "Protesters in the crowd.

"It's okay~ I bought it, double!" Locke smiled and looked at the crowd below.

He suddenly stood still, and the crowd below looked at him and fell silent. They all looked at him motionlessly.

Locke straightened his white shirt.

Suddenly, his upper half of his height fluctuated slightly, as if he had been frozen.

The angular feeling of the mechanical dance calmed the surrounding crowd at once! They didn't dare to make a sound.

He flicked his hand, fixed his arm at the far end, snapped his fingers, and then performed a few more mechanical dance moves with a water chestnut feeling.

Gillam's eyes widened, and he didn't even know that the Blackstone beer in his hand had been spilled.

He tilted his head sideways, his jazz hat covering his eyes, his right hand flung out, his left hand covering his crotch, his legs apart, his left leg diagonally forward, his toes touching the ground, and he stood motionless.

He put on MJ's classic moves!

The noisy inn was silent at this moment.

Suddenly! His right hand was flung back, his palm shifting back and forth, his crotch pushing forward, and falling back together.

"O Holy Light! What kind of dance is this? Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Locke turned around and lifted his left leg, brushed his left hand from the tip of his toe to his body, and turned it back and forth on it twice, then turned his left hand down and switched legs again to perform a set of repetitive movements.

The perfect combination of mechanical dance and jazz dance!

Suddenly there was a roar in the crowd in the inn, and the people shouted, raised their arms, and moved to the rhythm of Locke.

Locke was obsessed with BillieJean, and MJ's dance moves appeared one by one in his head, and Locke did them one by one, especially the space step movements, and the people in the whole hotel went crazy.

The barmaiden, Thras Stewart, threw her arms up and squeezed to the front, jumping up in Locke's footsteps.

Demytia in the crowd screamed Locke's name.

The people at the inn began to applaud as a beat, and many people danced to the rhythm.

In the inn, at some point, a bard appeared, playing the piccolo and beating to the beat.

Suddenly, Locke sang Billie Jean in lingua franca, and the bard actually restored a part of Billie Jean according to the rhythm of Locke's singing, dancing with music, and the atmosphere was instantly pushed to a climax.

People were dancing wildly.

Finally Locke finished the dance out of breath, and the crowd around him was still shouting for him to come.

And he saw the proprietress Thiras Stewart, who also gasped and smiled at him.

Looking at the plump body of the proprietress Serras, the drunken Locke couldn't help but feel moved.

"Hello, Theras, I didn't expect you to dance so well." Locke's eyes were a little enchanted.

"No, it's not as good as you dance." Therath looked at Locke with a ruddy face, her big flickering eyes blinking from time to time.

The more you look at it, the more fascinating it becomes.

Locke couldn't help but say, "Do I have a great dance to learn?" ”

"Okay." The proprietress happily replied and won.

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The next day, Locke opened his eyes in a daze.

It was so crazy last night that even Scarface, who has always been unsmiling, joined in.

He only vaguely remembered that he was pulling Scarface and Dwarf Giram at a table in the middle of the inn, dancing with them, and there was a large crowd of onlookers around him, who were coaxing and beating below, and the inn was full of laughter.

Finally, I vaguely remember that it was Demitina who helped her into the room.

Thinking of this, Locke immediately sat up.

Check your clothes.

It's okay, it's okay...

Locke touched his chest, then lay down again, nothing happened left and right, and continued to lie down for a while.

Although he had misunderstood Demitina before, Locke considered himself a conservative person, and he didn't like to go straight to OOXX without an emotional foundation, which did not meet the criteria for choosing a mate in his heart.

Moreover, Locke felt that his current mind was not on this, and he was now more concerned about the future of the Crusaders.

Looking at the current situation, Ethan Lion shows no signs of being corrupted, and the High Lord Mograini is still alive. The High Lord is here to show that the rest of the personnel are not very likely to be corrupted, and the only possible one to be corrupted may be the Grand Commander Saidan Dassault Khan, but this is only after contact.

It would be best if they could change the trajectory of their fate at the source, so that the future fate of the Crusaders could be changed to the greatest extent.

Taking a step back, if there is no change, it may be much better to have a place in the Scarlet Crusade by then joining the Silver Hand now.

However, it is still necessary to determine whether the Great Crusader Dassault Khan has been parasitized by the Dreaddemon Lord Banazal.

Going around and around, it still came to him again.

I don't know how many years have passed since the Dark Door opened, but Locke just remembers that in the past few years 21 years since the Dark Door opened, a lot of things have happened every year, and he can't remember the specifics.

"Ah~~~~ Hmm" Locke looked at his waist with a big lazy waist.

Get up!

In his previous life, he had a strange disease called to get up, and every time he got at that time, he was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes...

He shook his dull head and wandered around the room, where a piece of paper with words on it caught his attention.

Hey? He swayed over, removed the glass from above, and looked at it.

Mr. Locke, your new dance is simply amazing, and I hope you can teach me more of it.

Thras Stewart.

"Oh~no!" Locke held his head in his hands.

Not to mention that he had forgotten, he had never done such a crazy thing in public.

He finally remembered the one thing he vaguely felt was important, and that was that he had danced with someone in his arms last night!

On a whim last night, he danced MJ's dance, and also learned the veneer dance he saw on TV in his previous life, pulling the plump innkeeper Theras, and improvised a hand, and the proprietress Therass also followed, and soon learned, the two danced in the hall tacitly, surrounded by applauding people...

"Oh my God! My image is gone, my image!" Locke's face flushed, as if he had drunk a dwarven spirit, and he tugged at his hair.

Could it be that I'm a stuffy person at heart??!

Locke sat on the bed with his head in his arms for a while, and slowly his face returned to its original color.

Well, I'll just act like nothing happened and just go on like that.

Locke anesthetized himself, cleaned up, pushed open the door to the room, and walked to the hall on the first floor.

"Hey! Sir, you danced a great night last night! Hughes, who was busy at the bar, saw Locke and hurriedly said hello.

Here are the people who witnessed Locke's dance last night, and they greeted Locke and asked about the dance.

"Morning, sir, what's the name of your dance?"

"Sir, can you teach me how to dance?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let me eat something first, you see, I just got up and my stomach is still empty." Locke pointed to his stomach for everyone to see.

"I wish I was the one who was dancing that dance." Hughes also said sourly.

"Hughes, bring me a glass of hot milk and two servings of roast." Locke replied listlessly, and then said.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he asked Hughes.

"Hughes, what do you think of how I did last night?" He looked forward to watching busy Hughes.

Hughes poured a glass of hot milk and brought it to Locke, then chatted with Locke at the bar.

"Your performance is great, especially your dance, I have never seen two people dance together, two people dance so charming, so desirable, so tempting."

Hughes rubbed his hands.

"Can you teach me?" He looked at Locke expectantly.

"Yes, but do I have anything else that I'm doing well?"

"There's nothing but dancing, what are you referring to? Are you talking about how much you drink? You're okay with a good amount of alcohol," Hughes thought with a frown.

Hey? Don't they think I'm a detriment to my image?

Oh! Yes!

Locke remembered, and when he said this, he understood, Locke still looked at the things of Westerners with the thinking of Orientals in his previous life, and foreigners are said to like to behave, so their behavior is normal in their eyes?

By the way, looking at Hughes's confused expression, it seems to be right.