There was not much room for regret, the curtain had been opened, and the forsythia had already changed into a light dance dress, with yellow and green combination, wearing a phoenix flying crown on his head, a golden thread in his mouth, and a bean-sized ruby ​​pendant at the tail, which happened to be between his eyebrows, with a peaceful smile, a small foot raised above his head, and the loose bell-bottomed pants tightly bound his ankles, and he did not lose his composure.

He raised his hands above his head, his body slightly tilted, and his slender waist was like a boneless spiritual snake. He was flexible and stood motionless in front of others without any grasp. This posture was not something that ordinary people could do, as if her feet on the ground had roots. With her stunningly beautiful figure, face, smile, and against the seven nuns in monk's robes behind her, she was like the Buddha in the painting flying in the nine heavens.

"So beautiful!"

"Oh my God, my butt is so upset!"

"If you lean back, you will see your belly button!"

Su Mengdie took out her ears and blasphemed, which was a blasphemy dance. A group of perverts, many of them had covered their lower abdomen. If the other party had not provoked and had no room for return at this moment, she really wanted to get up and scold her, and glared at Yu Ruolin with a human face and a beastly heart. Wouldn't he be angry? Instead, he looked proud. What's so proud of this? So many perverts looked at your wife with obscene eyes.

Fu Yunche seemed to see something was wrong, and reached out to hold Su Mengdie and said, "That's the end!"

"Aren't you afraid of embarrassing?"

"My woman can only be seen by me!" The man replied without thinking, and no longer called himself a man, as if he had been with this woman for a long time, and he became less like himself.

Su Mengdie couldn't help laughing and shrugged, "Since they like to make a fool of themselves, then watch the show!" It's also good to be able to enjoy a unique dance. I have to say that this Forsythia really has some skills that makes her convinced.

As countless beautiful melodies began to rise, the seven nuns sitting cross-legged on their eyes began to close their eyes and rotate Buddhist beads.

That kind of music seems to cleanse people's hearts, and it has a bit of Zen.

The fairy-like woman also moved with the ups and downs of the music. She slowly lowered her legs and made a golden rooster sitting cross-legged. She put her hands together and placed her chest, like a Bodhisattva Empress sitting in meditation. Her body exuded an inviolable ethereal beauty. She was so unique. She raised her right foot again, raised her head over her head, and the tip of her embroidered shoes was curved with the movement of her toes, and finally she slowly straightened.

Every move was extremely slow, but not abrupt. At this moment, everyone seemed to be in the desert, with only this dancing immortal in their eyes, which was a mirage.

With the night wind, the ribbon in the woman's hand swayed quickly, as if she was soaring in the air, floating in a vague manner, and every posture did not lose the meaning of Zen. They were not watching the dance on earth, but the rumored holy spirit of the Buddha world expounding a certain meaning with their body, and they were all taken into the fairyland.
Chapter completed!