Jing Mingqian captured her movements in his eyes, and did not debunk her childishness, looked up at the surroundings, and finally took her to find an open place with an open perspective, because he noticed that there was a blank stage in the middle of the first floor, and he didn't know what surprises would appear later, but he would always attract the naïve little fool next to him.

"Will there be a show later?" asked Yun Chaohua.

"Yes!" the rat demon suddenly appeared, holding a scroll rolled up in his arms, "Little beauty, we meet again." To re-introduce, I'm the resident painter at the transit station, Ryu, and they all call me a painter, but I hope you can call me Ryulu, because ...... I like you. ”

"Ha, haha......" The rat demon's words were too unexpected, Yun Chaohua said that she was flattered, she grabbed Jing Mingqian's sleeve and hid behind him.

Although she is curious about the demon who has not finished transforming, it does not mean that she is unwary of demons, especially the demons who talk to her.

The rat demon couldn't understand why the little beauty was hiding from her, tilted her head in confusion and looked at it again, and finally glanced at her mouth to find a new little beauty.

There are opportunities to meet new people.

"What are you hiding?" Jing Mingqian was a little amused, "Stupid, have you forgotten the rules of the transfer station?"

"Didn't you notice that the rat demon had bad intentions?" Yun Chaohua was upset, and reached out to pinch his arm, "Also, it's rude for you to call me stupid, don't scream!"

"Oh. Jing Ming smiled dryly, and didn't say yes or no.

"Knock-knock-knock-"

Suddenly, a drum beat sounded from the top and spread to the surroundings, followed by a piece of piping and a sound of drums, the sound of the two instruments, the sound of the two instruments in harmony with each other, sonorous, the sound is empty and rhythmic.

A burst of blue-blue smoke filled the surroundings, and the sound of the flute suddenly came out, and a group of women in cyan dance skirts appeared on the stage at some point and danced.

"This dance ...... It's familiar......" Jing Mingqian squinted his eyes slightly and thought carefully, but he couldn't think of a single star, he just felt familiar, very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

There was an old woman with white hair and vertical ankles next to her, her ears moved, she listened to what Jing Mingqian said, and secretly looked at Jing Mingqian's appearance, she was very faced, she didn't know her, and she didn't have that familiar breath on her body.

It must have been a coincidence.

The dance on the stage was taught by her, she was the last surviving person in the Xingyue Clan, and in this place where people are respected in the Xuanfeng Continent, there will be no Hou Yi of the Protoss.

10,000 years ago, the Xingyue Clan was the maidservant of a dance music division under the command of the demon god of Shanggu Town, but because of the disappearance of the demon god, they were excluded and relegated to this place by the heavenly realm.

After 10,000 years, most of the people of the Mairakuji died in the long wait, and a small part of them combined with humans, gradually diluting the blood of the Protoss. And she is the youngest dancer in the Dance Music Division, and she thought that she would be able to wait for adults in her lifetime, but after pinching her fingers and calculating the time, she was afraid that she would not be able to wait.

"When are you coming to pick us up, my lord?"

The old woman had no idea that the memory of the demon gods of Shanggu Town, which she had in mind, was just a star in the great stars, insignificant, and she didn't have much memory when she remembered it, let alone come here to pick them up and return to the heavenly realm again, and be the dancers of the royal dance music division high above.

The relationship between man and man, man and God, God and God, the relationship between the two is ever-changing, there is no fix, it is all a matter of luck.

The most humble is God and God, both God, and their identities are very different.

The old woman sighed heavily, and the more she looked at the dancers dancing in the stand, the more sentimental she felt.

Yun Chaohua's eyes were attracted by the stage, "I like it, I like this dance." ”

It's a pity that she is a passer-by at the transit station of the Misty Forest, and she is destined to only see this once.

Jing Mingqian turned his head to look at Yun Chaohua and found that her eyes were full of dancing girls on the stage, "Do you like it?"

She nodded, with a serious look on her face, "I like it." ”

"Like what?"

"Love them. ”

Yun Chaohua felt that the dancing girls on the stage were like a small puppet, and she couldn't help but have a thought that she wanted to hide them and take them out when she wanted to see them.

"Like me?"

"Loved it...... A ghost!" Yun Chaohua's head turned quickly, his eyes were fascinated by the dance, his head was not, his vision did not change, his hand grabbed Jing Mingqian's arm and pinched it, and then continued to watch the performance on stage.

I don't know if some people and demons often live in transit stations, and they actually dance to the music, which is really weird.

Ling Xingxing was stunned, "Look, it's so strange, but I'm inexplicably excited." ”

"Me too. Murong Wuwu nodded frantically, he looked like a fifty or sixty percent.

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