The pure white weasel stands upright at the top of the mound, spreading its small forelimbs like a human.

It turned its head to look at the three white-backed weasels behind it, and then glanced at the group of rats down the slope, and saw that they were all learning their own movements, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp......" Suddenly, a fast-paced scream came out of its mouth, and its body writhed violently in accordance with the rhythm.

I saw that it kept screaming, twisting its waist and swinging its hips at the same time, stepping quickly, its body slowly rotating with its footsteps, and a pair of small hands making small movements in front of it.

It turned out to be dancing!

The dragon spirit was surprised, and subconsciously tapped his toes to the rhythm, and hummed in his mouth, and found that they were still dancing in an enthusiastic and unrestrained Spanish style dance!

"I'll wipe it! Hell yes! He couldn't believe his eyes and ears, it felt ridiculous.

Even the most intelligent humans of this era only have rough primitive dances, but a pack of weasels is dancing Spanish flamenco! Is there any reason for this?

"Wow! Pump! Pump! Tweet......"

"Bang! Cha! Cha! Boom ......"

Thousands of weasels followed their leader, cries in unison, and dance in the same rhythm.

The spectacle was spectacular, even more breathtaking than the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games, and at least the dragon spirits thought that these weasels were more spectacular than the humans of later generations.

If this scene could be filmed, it would be one of the most amazing and incredible moments in the history of the planet.

"I ...... My eyes are glazed, or are I hallucinating because of the poisonous gas that the god is spewing out? ”

The dragon spirit kept blinking, very suspicious that what he saw in his eyes was not real.

"Impossible, I have several kinds of divine blood, and I am already invulnerable, and the poison of the weasel must be very weak when it reaches here, and it will definitely not affect me!"

He couldn't believe that weasel could dance, and he danced so professionally, and he couldn't find a reasonable explanation.

In confusion, he turned his head to look at the people around him, only to see that they were all fascinated by curiosity, and their bodies were jolting with the rhythm of the weasel.

"Hey, what are you shaking?" He asked with a hook four, pretending not to know.

Gou Xiansi reacted and said with a smile: "Longzi, don't you think they sing very well and dance very interesting?" ”

"Yes, Ryuko, as soon as I hear their cries and see them dance, my hands and feet move on their own, and I can't help but want to dance with them." Nu Xin also shook her body and said.

"Good dance! Good dance! The more you jump, the more fun you get. The owl dome also shook and swayed, and its short limbs danced and said obsessively: "I want to learn it, teach the people in the village, and everyone dance together." ”

"......" The dragon spirit was speechless, and he knew that beautiful dance and music also have hypnotic abilities for humans.

Isn't your body subconsciously moving to the rhythm of the music?

Either way, the weasel dance did affect animals, including humans.

He had some suspicions that the weasel dance was not for entertainment, but a pure hypnotism for its own kind. It may be that the pure white weasel slowly groped it out on its own, or learned it in some other way, and can control the means of other weasels.

Fortunately, it had little effect on humans, and the dragon believed that he was not hallucinating and continued to watch the dance.

The pure white weasel is like a rock star in the limelight, lined by three backup dancers, standing on a high stage and performing hard, while the brainless fans in the audience sing and dance with their idols.

The concert lasted a full five minutes, and the pure white weasel finally ended with a handsome turning motion.

I saw that its head was lowered, one hand pressed its head, the other pointed to the sky, its legs were one in front of the other, and its tail was high on its head, like Michael Jackson.

"Wow!" The dragon spirit's eyes lit up, and stars couldn't help but pop up in his eyes. He's also a brain-dead fan, Michael Jackson's.

"It's much better than I danced." After such a fuss, he couldn't help but have a good impression of the pure white weasel, and felt a little unable to deal with it.

The people around me all feel the same way, they are all conquered by the weasel's shocking dance, and they have also become brainless A fans, weasels!

When everyone was hesitating, what happened next shattered the beautiful image of the weasel in their hearts.

The pure white weasel stopped dancing, stopped singing, and let out another rhythmic monotonous mechanical cry from its mouth.

Then I saw that many weasels dancing with me spontaneously lined up in four long lines, walked up to the four Terran shells, pouted their butts one after another, and farted at the mouths of the Terrans!

"Poof, poof, poof, poof......" The rhythm of their farts is the same as that of a pure white weasel, one of them leaves and the other immediately makes up. Like products on an assembly line, they sprayed yellow stench into the mouths of human husks one by one.

The humanoid body opened its mouth wide, allowing the weasel to squirt a fart into its mouth, suck it down in one gulp, swallow it quickly into its stomach, and then quickly open its mouth to take the next fart.

"Poof, poof, poof, poof...... "Weasel 'assembly line' is very efficient, and the humanoid body keeps eating farts at a rate of one fart per second.

After eating for more than ten minutes, almost every body has eaten a thousand stinky farts, the pure white weasel stopped screaming, and the shells closed their mouths as if they were full of wine and food, and their stomachs gurgled.

"Gross!" Everyone was so disgusted that they almost threw up, clutching their chests and turning their faces to the side to take a deep breath.

"I don't know how many liters of fart I ate." The dragon was annoyed, his face turned pale, and he scolded hatefully: "Nima's, it's simply an insult to my idol!" ”

The weasel's fart is a liquid that is produced from a gland at the steel door and ejected with high pressure, forming a mist of water, so it looks like gas, but it is not very large.

But nearly a thousand weasels sprayed stinky liquid into the mouths of their shells, and each Terran shell ate almost two liters of farts based on a two-milliliter one! Two whole bottles of Coke! It's sick to my stomach just thinking about it.

As for why the gods did everything they could, they were scattering flesh and dancing to lure their fellow humans to fart, and let their bodies swallow disgusting stinking liquid, there must be a great purpose.

"Well, each of the gods is spewing poisonous smoke. Their poisonous smoke is so large that it cannot be produced by a possessed weasel, nor can it be produced by a human shell. ”

"In this way, the stinky liquid of other weasels is the raw material for the production of its own unique poisonous smoke substance, and it must be collected."

The dragon spirit figured out the reason, and couldn't help but sneer: "The divine power of the god turned out to be just using chemicals. Hehe, it's not even an ability. ”

"That is, the wisdom of the white weasel is miraculous, and the others are just beast methods, and even the hair of several gods I have seen cannot be compared."

His expression was solemn, he turned around, and ordered his subordinates: "Prepare to attack!" ”