The nine-tailed demon fox in the center of the original platform, the red pattern on the snow-white fur, is even more enchanting and bright, especially the circle outside the eyes, which is extraordinarily enchanting.

I saw her curled up and lying on the ground, her fluffy nine tails covering her whole body together, and the white tail was swaying on her body, gradually turning red, and finally turning into nothingness, and nothingness gradually became real again.

Linglong regained her human appearance, lying on her side in the center of the platform, elbowing her head with one hand, her thin sleeves rolled down, revealing half of her jade arms, one leg straightened, one leg raised, and the originally transparent fabric could not cover the pair of lotus legs, delicate and even, flawless.

A head of jet-black hair, casually pulled, the crown of the hair has been thrown aside, only a hairpin looms between the hair, the eyelids are light, and the long eyelashes are like wings, delicate and moving.

Between the thin and red lips, a strand of hair is pulled there, and the red lips are slightly opened, which is even more seductive.

This woman, if she really deserves the title of goblin, the moment she opened her eyes, she only felt that the whole world had lost its color.

"Wow-"

Anmeng, who just said that he couldn't stand it anymore, couldn't help but sigh.

I knew it was going to be like this.

After being shouted back to my senses by Han Yunduo, my self-control has returned, looking at the exquisite dance, my heart is indeed touched, but this kind of touch will not make me lose my mind again.

There was the sound of the piano and the flute, I don't know when, two more people went up on the stage, and these two people, both men, long hair to the waist, just a hairband gently tied, white and clear thin shirt, just in sharp contrast with Linglong.

The sound of the piano is ethereal, the sound of the flute is quiet, and the flute reflects each other, like the sound of heaven. Linglong danced to the sound of the piano flute, dressed in red, sometimes cordial and warm in the wind, sometimes distant and cold, sometimes crazy and persistent, sometimes indifferent and ruthless.

She danced very well, smiled and smiled, and danced lightly, and the sound of the piano and flute seemed to be more to fulfill her than for her to dance to the music.

Everyone present was stunned, and they couldn't hide their exclamations, one after another, even today's Shengshang Yuzhen, who was also staring at the person in the middle of the stage, his eyes didn't blink, and he couldn't move away.

I sat there, quietly noticing the changes around me.

After the wave of slaughter just now, all the servants lowered their eyebrows, and no matter how much the master sighed, no one dared to raise their heads to look.

Compared with the beauty in front of them, they want to live more.

The two musicians are also very good-looking, with eyebrows and eyes like a galaxy, a small and delicate nose, thin lips and a light purs, and they are indifferent.

It's just that, it is undeniable that wearing such few clothes, they are human beings, no more delicate than Linglong, and they still can't help but shiver in the cold, but this performance, but they can't tremble, and the appearance of fighting against their bodies makes people feel distressed.

The snow began to fall again, the heavier and heavier it fell, the more urgent it became, and the Linglong danced more cheerfully, jumping directly from the platform to the ceiling, and dancing with the snow.

The snow dance is intoxicating.

The more she danced, the happier she became, the more excited she became, and she had no intention of stopping at all, and the two musicians could only continue to stick to the snow.

Cold, it was biting cold, and the two of them were pale, as if they had reached their limit, and they were about to faint.

I'm afraid that these two musicians are also here to accompany the funeral?

I sighed slightly, lowered my head and swallowed the cold wine in my glass.

I don't know if it's because the wine is too cold, but the fruit wine suddenly choked on my throat, which caught me off guard and coughed.

The sound of the piano also stopped abruptly at this time, and the delicate dance also stopped.

The luthier had reached his limit, his hands were cut by the strings, and the blood continued to flow down the body, dripping and condensing into ice.

Linglong returned to the stage and stopped her dancing steps, and the flute's flute stopped with her, and everyone fell silent.

"Look up—"

Linglong walked up to the luthier and looked down at him.

The luthier didn't respond to her, still biting his lip, looking down at his unconscious hand, and the broken strings, the blood had already smeared on the white clothes, he slowly closed his eyes, sighed, and said no more.

"Presumptuous—"

Yu Zhen stood up from his seat by slapping the table, and the entire venue immediately knelt down, and the guards immediately went to the original stage, drew their swords and surrounded the violinist and flute.

Only then did the violinist plop down and kneel, trembling and trembling.

"Are you guilty?"

Linglong's voice was sweet and lazy, crisp and ethereal, but with a push of his hand, the group of guards immediately stopped and did not go any further.

"The slave knows that it is wrong, and the slave knows that it is wrong!"

The flute master kept kowtowing on the ground, while the luthier remained on his knees, motionless, in his original position.

Even though he was shivering, it wasn't out of fear, it was more out of the cold.

"What's wrong with you?"

Linglong was coquettish, half coquettish, half serious.

"I shouldn't, shouldn't-"

The flute master hesitated for a long time, and he couldn't say the next words.

"You two, you are just playing together, one is in glory, the other is in loss, one stops, and the other is solo, what's the point?"

Linglong circled around them twice, running her fingertips through their hair as she turned, regardless of the side, she just liked the hair.

"Please atone for your sins, please atone for your sins!"

The flute's voice had changed, his head was on the ground, he had seen blood, but he was still knocking desperately.

"Don't beg, she won't let us go!"

The luthier still had his eyes closed.

"Why wouldn't I let you go? Shall ye ask me, and I will have a good heart? ”

Linglong's words were slowly innocent, obviously she held other people's lives in her hands, but in the end, it sounded like someone else was wronging him.

"Senior brother—"

The flute master tugged at the violinist's sleeve, and his voice was almost pleading.

"Senior brother, I don't want to die!"

"Senior brother, don't hold on like this anymore!"

The violinist was indifferent, and after the flute master said these three sentences, he froze in place, looking at the hand on his chest incredulously.

Linglong still has the appearance of a human being, but his hand has penetrated his heart directly, and there is still a charming smile on his face, and there is no trace of blood and hideousness.

"Well, you won't be scared soon!"

Dead people are naturally not afraid.

The pianist still closed his eyes, didn't look or listen, just sat there quietly, the flute master next to him was no longer breathing, and his eyes were still abruptly open, full of disbelief.

"Take him down, take good care of him, and then lock him, the so-called junior brother, with him, and when he recovers, don't give him any more food."

Linglong turned and walked towards Yuzhen's side, and the guards began to drag the violinist and flute master as she instructed.