Just when the audience was still immersed in a dumb depressed mood, Liu Nian slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the silent crowd in front of her at this time, there was a little loneliness in the depths of her eyes, maybe no one could read the performance she had made before.

Even the creator of this group once said to her, "It's not a dance, so I gave it the name of the dance so that it can barely be associated with it, and as for the people who can actually read it, there may not be more than three people in the world." ”

But when Liu Nian asked who the three people were, the curator didn't answer him, but smiled and said to her, "When she sees that person, she will know who it is." ”

The announcer stood stunned in the dark shadow of the audience, forgetting for a moment that there was his next task.

Boro watched as Liunian moved, and the ice-blue shadow disappeared into the center of the white mang.

It wasn't until the passing year came to the stage that the newspaper came back to its senses when others reminded him. hurriedly ran onto the stage, "I don't know what everyone thinks of the "dance" that we performed for us just now, but I was deeply shocked. His body seemed to be strangled by something in the void, unable to breathe, let alone dead. ”

The announcer laughed himself, "I'm not happy with everyone, I was almost scared to change my pants just now." ”

For a moment, laughter came to mind, and although some of it was just a fake smile, it was all to regulate the mood.

As the newsman said, they all felt a similar situation. But they didn't know what was hidden in the void, and what was the thing that strangled their necks.

Perhaps the true face of that thing is hidden in the dance that I didn't understand before

Xue Ren felt a little sorry for the passing years, everyone couldn't understand the original performance, which became a failure. Because no one is interested in something unknown, let alone something that can give people a sense of death oppression.

Xue Ren's mind recalled the last few actions of the Flowing Year, when she seemed to have fallen into the center of the whirlpool and could not extricate herself.

"I could have relied on this dance to make a fortune with the flower girl...... It's a pity," Xue Ren couldn't help but sigh, "No one can read it." ”

Boro was still in a daze at this time, he saw the white god who appeared under the light during the initial dance, and as for the performance after the passing years, he was a little incomprehensible.

"What's the story she's just telling?" Boro desperately wanted to know about the white god, but Xue Ren also shook his head, "I don't understand either"

Boro no longer asked, if even Xue Ren couldn't understand it, then who else would?" That woman just now must be until!"

"You mean the passing years?"

"Is her name Liunian?" Boro thought for a moment and asked again, "Can I see her?"

"Of course you can, but only after all these performances are over. Leaving so rashly is also disrespectful to these performers on stage. Xue Ren looked at Boro amusedly and said, "Of course, if you really can't stand it." ”

"Respect?" Boro watched the dancers re-enter the stage, and their performance was called Lookout.

Except for dusk and the dances just now, Boro had no interest in the later dances. In his eyes, they are just a bunch of busy people, the only thing is that their movements are neat, but he is honest, he has no interest in their performance, and even begins to yawn.

Xue Ren naturally noticed Boro's actions, and it seems that the reason why he was interested in Hua Niang's moon-stepping song at that time may be because the two of them only saw each other and resonated with each other, and he himself did not understand art from beginning to end.

When the last dancer left the stage, the announcer stepped forward.

"I guess everyone is a little tired just sitting. Why don't you rest for a while, we have prepared good tea for you to enjoy. ”

Boro stretched, and the bones in his body began to crackle with his movements.

"Let's go. Xue Ren stood up, and the nobleman beside him just glanced at him vaguely, "Finally able to stay away from this calamity." ”

"To see Liunian?" Boro asked him, looking up

"Why don't you want to go again?"

"Go, of course, I'm going to ask her what she said after that dance. ”

Boro obviously didn't know what kind of thinking his words had caused in Xue Ren's heart.

"Did he understand the first half of the performance?" However, this is only Xue Ren's heart, and at this moment, he is also like asking an insider about the story behind the dance just now. It's just that that person is not a passing year.

The two stepped out of their seats and walked towards the stage below.

"I can finally breathe a sigh of relief, no, I have to go to the toilet first. He grabbed a waiter who walked by, "Where's the toilet?"

"On the left side of the passage on the first floor," the waiter replied respectfully.

The two of them crossed through the curtain on the right side of the stage and went straight to the backstage.

The few people in charge of guarding this place were led by the newspaper curtain just now and stayed here to prevent some unruly nobles and magnates from breaking in.

"Sorry, but this is the backstage if you want to find a toilet. Walk up from the passage and turn left. ”

The newspaper curtain came to Xue Ren and bowed respectfully, he had just come here to work and didn't know Prince Xue Ren.

"Another noble heir with no rights?" Bao Mu sneered in his heart, and looked at Xue Ren with contempt hidden in his eyes.

Although the heirs were also nobles, they were nothing more than bargaining chips at the king's side.

"You dare to stop me?" Xue Ren looked at him with amusement, how many years have there been and how many people have done this, but the final fate of those people is not very optimistic.

"This is the rule of the dance hall, please don't be too embarrassed for me, sir. ”

A guard behind the curtain carefully looked at Xue Ren's face for a long time, and suddenly his whole face suddenly turned black as if he had eaten heavenly thunder.

"Isn't this His Royal Highness the Prince?" He glanced sympathetically at the newspaper in front of me, came to his side and whispered a few words in his ear.

The gazetteer's eyes changed from laughter at first to shock and finally to fear.

"It turned out to be ......"

"I'm a friend of your curator Yan, and it seems that someone recognized me. So~ can we go in now?"

Looking at Sheng Xue Ren's cold eyes, he nodded immediately unless he didn't want to live, "Yes, of course you can." Would you like me to help you inform the curator first?"

"No, just stay here and rest. Isn't there something going on with you for a while?"

"Yes, yes. The newspaper watched Xue Ren walk into the backstage, and his heart was still beating wildly until this moment. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Looking for the Flower Spirit Claw Book House" for free for the first time.