"You go down, you don't have to meddle in the affairs between young girls." Pippi, the "heroine" who has not yet entered the door, the moment she saw Afifa, the script of the inner palace fight was cut into paper and could be paved for ten streets, and her stupid and clear eyes were full of drama, and there was still a little deterrent.

Mama buried her head and turned to leave, probably because of a certain girl's little deterrent.

Pipsqueak took Daminos by the hand and passed past Afifa so that he could not take her to the eye. After staggering her, he brought two orders that sounded like the wind and clouds: "Your dance clothes are very beautiful, help me pick two." After the deed is done, I will not treat you badly! ”

Afifa still didn't look up, his eyes fell on Lori's hand holding the Greek sculpture, and there was a little vicious cold light between his snickering eyebrows. The eyes were hidden deeply, but it wasn't that they couldn't see it, it was just that a certain girl didn't pay attention to it.

Afifa's script is also good, she buried her head a little lower, in order to show her submission to the future "heroine" of the Sphinx, but she barely prostrate on the ground and kissed her instep, and promised the "heroine" in a sincere tone second only to the island owner: "Willing to serve you!" ”

The glamorous Afifa may have mistaken Daminos, and thought that he was just the ex-boyfriend of the "heroine" who was about to expire, but now that it looks like it's definitely not!

When the "heroine" stepped into the threshold, the sculpture leaned against the door with her hands folded in front of her chest, and greeted Afifa's smile, which was quite warning. He was so silent that he bluffed Afi Fawu to take a step back, and he didn't dare to have any more ill intentions.

Before leaving the small courtyard, he also checked Lori's new dance clothes from head to toe, and questioned Afifa's eyes, so that he promised not to make any small moves.

"Don't worry, my life is in the hands of the girl, and there will be no problem with the dance clothes." Afifa was reluctant to make a promise, but he couldn't match the statue's coercion. is already not pleasing to the owner of the island, and if you offend the "heroine" again, wouldn't you die without a place to be buried?

After confirming that Afifa had a thief's heart and no guts, Daminos took Pipsqueak back the way he came, and went to the banquet hall to dance.

- He has thunder in his pocket, and he will not easily hand over his "girlfriend" to others.

After a few rounds of dancing in the banquet hall, the butler came up to report that Karina and her boyfriend, who knew music theory, had returned.

Karina is the name that a certain Lori temporarily gave herself, and she "inadvertently" told Afifa when she was bathing and changing, which was known to the island owner. He really sends eyeliner to get news of her all the time!

The sculpture holding her in the garden certainly couldn't escape his eyes.

"Let her dance." A long-lost smile spread between the islander's eyebrows. The butler bowed down to take the order and was about to leave, but was called back, "What instrument is her boyfriend good at, let him accompany." ”

The housekeeper turned around and returned to the island owner with a respectful gesture and asked, "I heard that it is the Oriental Heavy Drum." But Karina is going to play with a heavy drum, should she change something else? ”

"Let Karina decide for herself." The islander's sunken eyes were finally soaked in laba vinegar, sour, and green.

"Yes." The chief butler went down in response, and replaced the coolies who carried the drum rack and the heavy drum.

The ex-boyfriend who is about to expire is also generous, let him accompany him, and make two 3D printed bronze chimes for the coolies to carry up.

- I don't understand why we need to use coolies in the era of robots. Vintage?

A group of guests on the table: "......"

Pirate version of Hong Zhong Da Lu?

Indeed, the girl who called herself Karina had a lot of pomp, and Afifa, who had always only been the heroine, gave her a prelude to dance, and the scenes were all court styles.

The only thing that is nondescript is the Greek sculpture. He stood in a casual suit in a small circle surrounded by chimes, accompanied by thunder in his pocket, and wanted to have spicy eyes.

There is a row of bells, and there is no Hong Zhong Dalu that everyone expected, but it is a bit of the momentum of street drums.

"Isa Imma, are you sure you want me to play music for you?" The Greek sculpture smiled at the owner of the island and called him by his name. It turned out that the protest of the street drum kit was here.

"Do you want me to ask the historian to make a note for you?" The owner of the island laughed instead of being angry. "It's a pity that the pirate wild history can't be on the orthodox stage, and it's useless to be recorded in history, but it will damage your reputation, so it's better not to remember."

"Why don't you come down and knock on it?" The ex-boyfriend who is about to expire is still poor.

"You want to meet the Tibetan mastiff?" The threat of the island's owner is light.

The Greek sculpture shrugged his shoulders and hurriedly knocked his bell, not wanting to be loaded into a tray a second before it expired. As for seeing a Tibetan mastiff or something, it's easy to say.

The light bell carries the dream, cages a layer of light yarn, sinks the bell like wine, and brews a jar of affection.

The good sound is ethereal, and it leads to the dance.

More than a dozen girls walked on the step, and stood the "heroine" who was about to move into the Sphinx. She wore a snow-colored light veil at the waist, and the gold coins and brass bells that started from the belt at her back and tied them all the way to her wrists, swaying with her steps.

With such simple lines and tall figures, I can't see where there is a bit of dancing girl's enchantment, and it's okay to make sculptures.

Afifa led the way with a light dance in front of the chariot. In her sultry charm, there is a bit of intrigue and pride. Every time she caught up with the "heroine" in the afterglow, she felt ridiculous, and she had already acquiesced in her heart that "this is a waste product, and sooner or later I will have to go to see the Tibetan mastiff".

What kind of beauty hasn't the owner of the island seen before, can spoil her underdeveloped little Lori?

——Modern people who have undergone genetic modification projects have a relatively long growth cycle, and they are considered to be true adults only at the age of 50. The one who stepped up to the top can only be regarded as Lori.

Jingle ...... Boom!

The crisp jingle passed, and Lori turned to beat the drum on the step closer to the drum rack.

At that glance, there is a fairy fireworks that do not eat the world, there is the momentum of playing a sword and singing, and she is indispensable to the Lori Meng with Baby-fat. The moment of rigidity and softness, it really fascinated people's eyes.

The owner of the island brought a glass of Bordeaux red to his lips, but he didn't drink it, and his whole soul was immersed in the natural sound of jingling bells. He couldn't see the appearance of the person beating the drum on the back of the heavy drum, but he could see the admiring and amazed eyes of the guests.

There are very few people who can surpass Afifa in music and dance, and Karina has not surpassed her dancing skills, but they are tired of seeing Afifa. In the big fish and meat, a small cabbage suddenly fell in, or a crunchy little cabbage, all of which became treasures.

After a few rounds of dancing, Karina bent down over the drum rack. She turned around suddenly, raised her hand and shook the audience with a drum beat, and all the air rippled in her drum.

Boom, in that heavenly sound, the fairy eyes of Lori who spread to the mortal dust are cold, without the slightest emotion, clear, and a little misanthropic.

It may be this sense of distance that is the most appetizing. The owner of the Sphinx was in love, his deep, beautiful eyes stuck to her, and he couldn't move it, and he didn't bother to sprinkle red wine on his snow-white robe.

In the guest seat, few people took their eyes off. The only one who is no longer proud is Afifa, who is too good at reading people's faces.

Knock, knock, knock......

The drums beat in bursts, wild as a galloping horse. A few turns, Lori took a stride and soared up. The moment she tapped her toes on the islander's low table, the owner got up and stepped back two meters away—pampering her, but still wary of her.

Licking blood on the tip of the knife for nearly a hundred years, it was impossible for him to trust a prisoner.

Lori didn't do anything, just straightened her toes, caught a wine glass that he let go, and didn't let it crush to pieces.