Chapter 14: Shot

glanced at the audience, slowly walked to the middle of the stage again, stretched out the middle finger of his left hand, hooked at the four leading girls, stretched out his finger and pointed at them again, and said word by word, "Bow and apologize, what's the matter, I don't dare to admit if I lose?" Wasn't it quite arrogant just now? โ€

The girl with a pointed chin looked at her unstoppable expression, gritted her teeth angrily, and opened her mouth to speak, "You're here to smash the field." I wanted to say something more, but the girl named Wen Keer stretched out her hand and grabbed me. The red-haired girl didn't seem to be angry with the other party, grinned provocatively, straightened her middle finger, and sneered and whispered with her mouth shape to prevent others from hearing: "fuck you!" bitch๏ผ โ€

This time, even Wen Ke'er was not calm, and the girl with a sharp chin rushed forward, stretched out her palm and slapped the red-haired girl's face.

"Apricot ......"

"Ah......h

"Hmm...... Annoyed and ashamed~"

The other girls and the crowd couldn't help but exclaim, the Stygian Spring Bar Fight had never been like this. Although everyone is not convinced, there will be no physical collision, not to mention, with the means of the boss Ye Quan, he will never let his bar have such a rush incident.

Seeing that the hateful palm wind had blown in front of her, the red-haired girl had never encountered such a thing before, and she was stunned on the spot for a while.

People just waited to listen to the crisp and loud slap, but unexpectedly, one hand in the oblique thorn took the red-haired girl's arm, followed the rapid palm wind, pulled her, like a butterfly circling, dragonfly dotting water, dripping in place to avoid the slap. The rapid rotation seemed to break up the long hair of the visitor, and as the figure of the person suddenly froze, the long waterfall hair slowly fell along with the hat and the dark green cloak in the shape of a lotus leaf.

When everyone saw the person clearly, the whole audience was suddenly silent.

What a woman this is!

Beautiful, sexy, delicate, and innocent, none of them seem to belong to her, and they don't seem to be enough to describe her. The word "crystal clear" suddenly appeared in people's hearts. These four words are not used to describe people, but they make people feel that only these four words can be reluctantly used on her, so as not to blaspheme her. Like an elf who fell into the mortal world, the agility and clarity between her eyebrows almost made people ignore her appearance, hazy her face, and a pair of clear big eyes slowly swept across the audience, making everyone think that they were remembered by her. The lips that seemed to be a little angry were slightly pursed, but the corners of the mouth formed a lovely arc. After people just finished watching the bewitching/sexy/sensual new jazz, they only felt a wisp of fresh wind blowing through their hearts, as if they were immersed in the warm spring sun, and they couldn't help but hold their breath so comfortably.

The person who came seemed to dislike everyone's eyes, and seemed to be dissatisfied with what the red-haired girl had just done, so he frowned slightly, loosened the jade hand that was pulling the red-haired girl's arm, and slowly re-buttoned the hat on the cloak on his head, and said to the girl: "If you have made enough trouble, you should go back." โ€

The sound was not loud, but because the audience was so quiet, even the people on the second floor could faintly hear it. It's not the fashionable baby voice, nor is it the neutral sound that people think is sexy, but it is the softness and warmth that people have almost forgotten about the woman should have.