Xuan Mo's appearance was completely unexpected, and Han Xiaoxi's jaw could swallow an adult hippopotamus.

It's not that there are no men allowed in this Journey to the West Garden, why is there a Hou Ye in front of this, and there is Xuanmo in the back.

Under the black veil, the grim face is all too familiar.

The slightly narrowed eyes were like eagle hooks, as if they had no weight at all, and they walked lightly from the ground onto the ice.

He was wearing ordinary shoes on his feet, and he didn't have time to find suitable skates, so he directly used spiritual power to make a separation, like a floating pulley.

Coupled with his precise control, even on this skating surface, he can take a solid step and seem to be walking on the ground.

Han Xiaoxi couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the Night King's control and use of spells was really the top of the number, and he sighed as well.

His appearance surprised all the female dependents, but his reaction was completely different from when Han Xiaoxi appeared.

When Han Xiaoxi appeared, most of the female dependents cursed, but in the face of Xuan Mo's appearance, it was like turning on a beauty filter, and these people were like crazy.

Although there are dogmatic and etiquette restrictions, most of these female relatives have gathered.

Han Xiaoxi originally thought that he would be careful to fool this ice dance, but what he didn't expect was that Xuan Mo's appearance gathered everyone's attention.

"The girl of the Zhen family, here is a dancer specially invited by Concubine Jia, can you dance with the girl?"

Xuanmo's magnetic and cold voice resounded in the air, like frost covering every breath, tightly capturing the hearts of the ladies and making their admiration dance with the ups and downs of their voices.

He was dressed in a plain black robe, and bowed respectfully and politely in front of Han Xiaoxi.

Han Xiaoxi suddenly felt that his brain was down.

She understood that this Jia Guifei deliberately let this dancer have close contact with herself, so that she could make a fuss in front of Hou Ye, and Hou Ye couldn't like a "broken shoe" who had an affair with other men.

However, she could not have guessed that this man turned out to be the famous Night King.

She watched Xuanmo's bow, and after a long time, she answered.

"So...... It's also ......."

It's a hammer, it's a hammer!

Despite being so angry in his heart, Han Xiaoxi still stepped forward, stretched out his little hand, and took the lead in inviting Xuan Mo to dance together.

And Yiming's current mood is how unhappy and unhappy he is, he wants to control the spell to help Han Xiaoxi dance with the man he likes.

Originally, she had a "zero tacit understanding" with Han Xiaoxi, and with this distraction, Han Xiaoxi almost fell on the ice before she could take a step.

Xuan Mo should have helped her......

But! He was the first to let go of his hand.

Han Xiaoxi suddenly looked like a cute balloon penguin, swaying and swaying, desperately waving his hands to balance his body, but in the end, he couldn't help but kiss the ice again.

There was a plop, and this sound was earth-shattering.

It's the first time in many years since it was held that it was so funny.

What's even more thrilling is that the ice surface cracked in response to the sound, and the already fragile ice surface quickly cracked, and fine ice cracks appeared.

It seems that Han Xiaoxi used a little force and "accidentally" fell into the ice cave, she is now going to become the Han's aquatic grass at the bottom of the lake, dancing at the bottom of the lake all day long.

She gasped, and instantly felt the fear of drowning hit her, and when she got up, her legs suddenly went limp, and she fell to her knees on the ice.

Only then did Xuan Mo realize that something was wrong with Han Xiaoxi, and she seemed to be in some kind of nightmare.

Her hot tears poured on the cold ice, and it didn't take long for her to be frozen into ice pearls, becoming the most inconspicuous particles on the ice.

Xuan Mo gently pulled her up without leaking, and with a simple turn, he took her away from the ice area that was about to break, and her posture stretched like an eagle flapping its wings.

Those ladies let out a lot of exclamations, and privately guessed where they got the dancers from, and why they were so heroic.

Xuan Mo didn't ask the reason, just turned her body and circled her into a solid embrace, she suddenly seemed to hide in an impermeable cave, and looked up at the man in front of her blankly.

With innocent eyes and clear eyes, Han Xiaoxi's eyes are not a paradise, but the only pure land in this world.

Xuan Mo reached out and took the crystal tear, let it drip on his fingertips, and then gently touched his lips as his arm pulled back.

Hold your tears and be my most seductive kiss.

Such a romance may not be something that a woman can bear, and the ladies let out an annoying exclamation again.

Hou Ye couldn't help but get up and watch, leaning against the guardrail, watching this dancer seem to steal all the limelight from him.

Han Xiaoxi's face was shy, the fear just now was all dispelled by his ambiguous actions, his eyes moved with his fingertips, and his body followed his guidance, gliding quickly on this ice.

She wasn't good at this spell, and Yiming's cooperation was not very good, so she always stumbled a little, and Xuanmo had to make one beautiful move after another to cover up all the flaws for her.

His huge body could completely block her petite body, and she hid behind this solid body, looking up at his three-dimensional features, delicate and high nose bridge, and those cold eyes.

She was involuntarily brought into this dusty Garden of Eden, and danced freely on the ice.

Her body gradually became lighter, her movements were much more relaxed, and she found a lot of fragments from her memory, and she seemed to have learned a lot of dance before.

Xue Yiyi watched it with relish from a distance, but he really didn't expect that Miss Han still had some dancing skills, and every turn of her head and eyes was in the play.

Han Xiaoxi, who is pulled by Xuan Mo, is more like a cute reindeer, running and jumping on the ice, playing and laughing, sometimes smart and cute, sometimes charming and amorous, and the ladies are all excited.

Another quick turn, Han Xiaoxi danced with Xuan Mo's pace, and after the spin, the big palm touched her waist, and the powerful force lifted her high.

And she is like a mural dancer in Dunhuang, the silk clothes on her body dance and flutter in the wind, her long ink-colored hair covers her red lips, and the half-covered white veil has become a pure embellishment.

There was a bit of fiery lust in her expression, and there was a nine-point coldness, which was commensurate with Xuan Mo's tall body, and she rose and turned in the hugs and spins one by one.

She was panting and breathing faster as she exercised, and she couldn't tell if it was because of her physical exhaustion or if panic disorder had accelerated her heartbeat.

She didn't know, she didn't know what it all was.

More like being poisoned, she could only look at Xuan Mo in front of her, and several people around her seemed to have disappeared.

Due to his lack of skill, Han Xiaoxi lost his balance again and was about to come into contact with the ice.

And that direction was the trap that Jia Guifei had just set, and Han Xiaoxi had already closed his eyes tightly, afraid that he would fall into that terrifying abyss.

She made all the mental preparations, but she still ushered in the terrible ice water, which did not pass her body, her mouth and nose.

Jia Guifei almost raised her hand to cheer now, with a cold smile on her face, and looked sideways at the Hou Ye beside her.

Hou Ye glared at Jia Guifei fiercely, he never thought that Jia Guifei's heart would be so deep, and he was determined to kill the girl of the Zhen family. Ignoring her smugness and sarcasm, Hou Ye was anxious, calling the servants beside him to walk up to the ice to rescue.

But the problem is that this fragile ice surface is already the limit of the weight of two people, and if someone is sent at this time, this ice surface that is about to shatter may swallow many people's lives......

Although Hou Ye urged several times, no one dared to step on the ice.

Han Xiaoxi felt the coldness penetrate her thin clothes, and she closed her eyes tightly, feeling the darkness around her.

The aquatic plants seem to be swaying with the waves, and it will be a long, long time before they reach the bottom.

But in the next second, she soared into the air, and the water splashed in the air to form a perfect arc, she almost hit her head on the ground, and quickly opened her eyes and stretched out her hand to cushion the force, just landing steadily.

Only then did she see that the "Scythe of Death" in Xuan Mo's hand was soaked in the ice water.

Didn't he use this to throw himself up?

Only then did Han Xiaoxi find that the air around him had become even colder, and it seemed that it was not because the ice water had soaked through his clothes, but because most of his clothes had been cut by the "Death Scythe".

The originally thick winter coat was intercepted and cut off from the shoulder, and there were cotton flowers scattered on the ice, telling the "tragedy" that had just happened.

Han Xiaoxi didn't have time to be shy, so she wore this winter coat bandeau and continued the dance moves behind, her limbs were stiff because of the cold, and in order to avoid this cold, she had to dance against Xuan Mo's body.

The white, creamy skin rubbed against the slightly icy water-stained fabric, and there were dots of ice crystals wrapped in it, trembling gently with her limbs.

Xuan Mo looked at her expression, and knew that her face was red from the cold, and he subconsciously put his palm on her shoulder, wanting to bring her a trace of warmth.

Her body was already frozen unconscious, but she was still smiling so brightly, like the fine sunlight of this winter, illuminating the entire ice rink.

The veil on her face fluttered as she spun at the end, and she ended the ice dance with a bent motion, and the veil fell on the ice just in time, more like a beautiful end to it all.

Without the barrier of the veil, Xuan Mo removed his black veil and revealed his true face.

Her cold eyes burned hotter than a torch, and hot lips were imprinted on her jaw.

Han Xiaoxi wanted to get up and end the dance, so he stood together, and the two lip flaps were tightly pressed together, like a dragonfly dotting water, but it was extremely hot.

Under everyone's gaze, he kissed her so directly and recklessly.

That's what you're proclaiming.

You must, and can only be, my woman.

No other man is worthy of you.

Only I can.