The candle flame was very tender, dangling on He Youfan's face, lining her exquisite facial features no longer cold, and the smile on her face actually saw a little warmth.

Not allowing Chen Yu to retract his gaze, He Youfan raised his eyebrows, and with a little effort, the whole person flew off the stage. The audience cheered again and again, and all they shouted was dancing and dancing...... He Youfan did not fall as everyone expected, but grabbed the red silk hanging from the fence on the second floor, and then pulled himself up with light skills, like a red butterfly, and flew to the elegant seat on the second floor.

The corners of the red clothes brushed the face of Chenyao, but He Youfan didn't look at Chenyao, but turned to the middle-aged man opposite Chenyao, and quickly pulled out again, turned around and smiled at the stunned crowd, and walked to the window, really like a moth to a fire, the red drew an arc in the air, and then fell to the window.

Faltering.

Disappear.

The crowd exclaimed, and their hearts were raised.

However, in the next second, everyone screamed, and no one cared about the life and death of the red-clothed dancer.

Because the skin of the man He Youfan had hugged before began to fester, and marks on his body began to appear like a blade cutting out little by little, oozing blood. At the same time, there is a strong fragrance of flowers, which is extremely cautious.

Chenyu, who was sitting on the opposite seat, held a wine glass, looked at the man, with a smile in his eyes, and looked at the window. As if there was still a woman in red standing there, he looked at it meaningfully and drank the wine.

Dance in the city, He Youfan, He Youfan, dance in the city......

The man who was killed seemed to have some power, and his death caused a lot of panic to Yan Du, and everyone shouted to catch and dance, which caused panic to He Qishao. Could it be that the dancing city has become a ghost?

But the problem is that there are only three words in the mouth of the dance, and there is only a description of a beautiful woman dressed in red. Who can know who the dancer is in Hejiazhuang?

The next day, Chenyao went to Hejiazhuang again.

Under the frightened gaze of He Zheng, the owner of Hejiazhuang, He Qishao, the heir of Hejiazhuang, and the eldest lady of Hejiazhuang, they took Chen Xiang to He Youfan's house...... Then he smiled and said to Chenyu that he should not think about it anymore? Why do you have to choose He Youfan? They don't know if He Youfan will practice poison or not!

Yes, Chenyu came to He Youfan to ask her to practice poison.

This person has always cherished talents.

Chenyu pursed her lips and didn't speak.

Everyone came to the house, and He Youfan, who had just killed someone yesterday, was very leisurely at this time, his feet were naked, his feet were small and fair, and his ankles were so beautiful that they were not presentable. She folded her legs, still lying on the couch, under the locust tree. Holding a book in one hand and pillowing her head in the other, her long ankle-reaching hair was scattered at random and fell to the ground like a waterfall.

There is no red charm, only white cloth, which is very plain.

As the door of the house climbing the vines was opened with a "creak", the birds that had landed on the side of the long hair were frightened and flew away, but He Youfan was not affected in any way, glanced at everyone, and was still reading the content of the book: "The official asked the slave why he sighed, and the slave said that the official didn't know ......" Seeing the morning flicker, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and repeated with a smile: "The official doesn't know what to do......"

Obviously, the three people who were close to He Youfan by blood didn't expect He Youfan to be like this, and they were all stunned. The eldest lady reacted, frowned, and looked at He Youfan as if she was delirious, and said in disgust that she had a brain disease.

He Youfan ignored it, squinted his eyes and looked up, and saw the frightened bird standing in the treetops, cautiously looking at the people under the tree. She sighed, and finally looked at the few people with unknown purposes, her head tilted slightly, and she was extremely innocent: "Master, madam......" Seeing He Qishao, she smiled and shouted Young Master, "I don't know what a few nobles have done, scaring my birds." ”