Watching Wang Yueqi walk off the stage through the broadcast screen, Li Zimu took out his mobile phone and dialed a person's phone.

"How long will it take?"

On a noisy street, a black sedan is stuck in the middle of traffic. The girl in the driver's seat, who looked to be twenty-six or seventeen years old, sighed at this scene, and did not jump like thunder like other car owners, but just looked at an old man who was trembling across the road causing a traffic jam with a worried face. Finally, the old man reached the opposite side of the road, and the engine of the cars roared, mixed with a few indignant complaints.

"Dead old lady, what are you going to do when you come out alone at such an old age!" A man in a car in the lane next to him cursed loudly.

Cut, I can't get used to this kind of person who doesn't have a clean mouth. She rolled down the window and said firmly to the man:

"You're getting old too!"

Then, ignoring the stunned car owner, he stepped on the accelerator and left in style.

Hahahaha, exciting! This is called youth! Be a good boy with righteousness and courage......

"That's ~~I~~...... Lalala......"

He was humming beautifully when his phone rang suddenly.

On the other end of the phone, Li Zimu's voice rang calmly.

"How long will it take? Miss Xu Luowei~~? ”

Xu Luowei glanced at the time casually, "I arranged it in a gloomy way, and when the dancer dances about halfway, I will arrive." ”

Li Zimu sat on the chair with her legs spread apart, and rubbed her eyebrows with a headache:

"Hey, don't talk nonsense with you." Without delay, the "drop" hung up.

…………

"It's my turn."

Qi Xuanying slowly stood up from the chair, straightened the high headdress, and tightened the mask belt. Zheng Xianya sat at the microphone not far away, watching her figure in a gorgeous dance costume walk onto the stage.

is worthy of being the main player, this aura!

The long black hair is tied up with a bright red headband around the waist, and the white neck and exposed collarbone are combined into an elegant curve, blending into a long swing tunic with orange-red gradients, and a small golden bell on it, which shines brightly in the light. The silhouette of a pair of slender legs looms in the soft bottom, and the soft toes are as smooth and delicate as garlic cloves. The soles of his feet step on a pair of sandals, glowing with a soft brilliance.

Those who are familiar with ancient dances know that this costume is the dance that originated in the south of the Yangtze River thousands of years ago - the clog dance!