Drunken Liuxuan lobby smoke cage stage.

The azure begonia embroidered curtain swayed in the candlelight of the pearlescent and shadowy white walls.

The shark yarn bead curtain is half rolled, and the mist of Han Lian combines Feng Wuwu's tall figure, setting off her like a fairy in a painting.

There was a little smile in her narrow peach blossom eyes.

The eyebrows are not delineated, and the lips are red without dotting.

Rao is a wanderer who has read countless women, and at this moment, he also stared straight, looking at the unworldly Feng Wuwu on the stage.

Feng Wuwu lightly glanced at the various beings in the audience, cleared his throat, and his voice was like a light bell, so beautiful, "For the first time on stage, Feng Mou is ugly." ”

"Silk and bamboo wind music, everyone is in place!"

"Brother Tai who holds a torch, try to get as far forward as possible. Use your fire to ignite the master's amazing dance! ”

As he spoke, Feng Wuwu rolled up his sleeves and did several side flips on the not-so-spacious stage.

Under the smoke cage stage, the originally enthusiastic spectators couldn't return to their senses for a long time because of Feng's "performance".

Said to be a good dance move, is it a side flip?

Poof-

In the elegant seat on the second floor, Mo Zichen looked at Feng Wuwu, who was rolling non-stop like a wave, and couldn't help but smile for a while, squirting out all the tea in his mouth.

Jun Mo's black-gold pupils flashed slightly, and she even grabbed Chu Yiyi, the top brand of Drunken Liuxuan who was sitting next to him, and used her delicate body to block the tea that spewed out of Jimo Zichen's mouth.

"Miss Chu, this king didn't mean it."

Seeing this, Jimo Zichen hurriedly took out the brocade in his arms and wiped the tea on her face for her.

"King Chen doesn't need to blame himself, it's okay to follow it."

Chu Yiyi smiled lightly, turned to the side halfway, and cast his affectionate eyes on Jun Moran, who was expressionless.

At this moment, Jun Moran's hand was impartially pinching Chu Yiyi's slender waist.

"Regent, you're hurting someone." Chu Yijiao said with disgust, the powder face contains spring, which is especially lovely.

Jun Moran ignored it, and unexpectedly pinched her thin waist again.

Chu Yiyi was flattered and slumped limply in his arms, allowing his calloused fingers to roam around his waist.

Seeing this, Jimo Zichen was shocked beyond measure, "Ah Ran, did you take the wrong medicine today?" ”

Hearing this, Jun Moran slowly came back to his senses. He glanced coldly at the pretentious woman in his arms, and the disgust in his eyes was palpable.

At first, he just felt that Chu Yiyi's body was as soft as Feng Wuwu, so he was a little curious.

But when I looked closely, I found that the bodies of the two of them were very different.

Although Feng Wuwu and the word "well-behaved" are not at all compatible, and she will even show off her paws to him when she is unhappy, her body is as soft as a fluffy kitten, which makes people want to stop.

And Chu Yiyi gave him the opposite feeling. Even though she was well-behaved and supple, he still couldn't throb at all.

"Fuck off."

Jun Moran withdrew his hand and threw Chu Yiyi to the ground as if he had abandoned his shoes, and then repeatedly wiped the hand that had touched Chu Yiyi's body with a square handkerchief in disgust.

"Regent ......"

Chu Yiyi was lying on the ground, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his eyes were a little pitiful.

Jun Moran waved his hand in disgust, "Get out." ”

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his gestures naturally revealed a natural domineering spirit.

"Ah Ran, such a weak girl, can you do it?" Ji Mo Zichen smiled and stretched out his hand to Chu Yiyi, who was lying on the ground, and gently comforted her, "Miss Chu should retreat first." Ah Ran doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, you don't have to be sad. ”

Chu Yiyi bowed slightly, put down the tears in her eyes, and silently was supported by the two maidservants.

At that time, the spectators under the smoke cage stage were tired of watching Feng Wuwu's side flips, and protested dissatisfiedly, "If you can't jump, roll down!" ”

"That's it! If you can't jump, you can change Chu Yiyi. Chu beauty dances all over the world, we want to see the beauty! ”

Feng Wuwu has always believed in herself, and the strength of the wine has not disappeared, so naturally she can't stand being questioned by someone questioning her talent.

"Who says you won't?"

"Ye sings and dances very well!"

"Today, I will give you a street dance performance to open your eyes!"

Feng Wuwu put down his cruel words with a high spirit, leaned over and lay on the cold white jade platform, and only supported the ground with one palm.

Then, her legs, hidden under the tattered robes, spun up and down quickly.

“………”

In an instant, the audience opened their mouths in astonishment as if they had been struck by lightning, but they couldn't make a single sound.

Feng Wuwu wandered around blindly for a long time, but he didn't hear a cheer, and slammed his fist on the ground depressedly, "You group of ignorant monkey cubs, take a good look!" I'm going to make a big move! ”

“………”

The crowd of spectators under the stage were full of black lines, and even had the urge to throw stones at her.

You must know that the smoke cage stage of Drunken Liu Xuan is not something that ordinary people can get on. In the past three years, except for Chu Yiyi, only a few dancers with excellent dancing skills have been on stage.

And Feng Wuwu, although his appearance is peugeot, his talent is unsightly, and he naturally can't get into the eyes of visitors.

It is no exaggeration to say that no one in the huge drunken Liu Xuan has any expectations for her talent. If it weren't for the Shadow Eighteen Riders of the Regent's Palace, she would have been knocked off the stage.

"Count your luck lucky, I am fortunate to witness the highlight moment of the master showing his singing voice and moving Kyushu!"

Feng Wuwu was angry and tore the robe into rags.

When everything was ready, she twisted her slender waist and stepped in front of the square inch platform like a charm.

The torn tasseled robe moved with her vague and ethereal steps, lining her slender legs like white jade to be particularly provocative.

In the next moment, she hooked her finger towards the audience audience, opened her mouth slightly, and sang eloquently, "Come on~ happy~ Anyway, there is a lot of time ......"

Jun Moran listened to Feng Wuwu's sweet and greasy voice, his expression was slightly stunned, and his eyes looked at her more and more profound.

Ji Mo Zichen was fascinated by it, and clapped his hands, "Except for the lyrics of Meng Lang, Feng Wuwu's appearance is really unique!" ”