Jiang Fan said helplessly: "If you have a sister who majors in art, you can do it."

"Art Department?" The woman had never heard of this term.

"To put it simply, it's painting, music, dance, etc., we call it art here."

"Oh?" the woman asked curiously: "So, the young man also knows how to dance and sing?"

Jiang Fan shook his head: "I don't know how to dance. I can sing...but I have some practice."

Speaking of which, Mr. Jiang really misses the days of drinking beer and howling with his friends.

"Haha..." The woman smiled very strangely: "It's enough for a grown man to know how to do makeup, but he also knows how to do women's things like singing songs? I asked, are you the face of that person?" She looked up and down.

Jiang Fan glanced at him: "Don't tell me, he looks pretty cool at a young age."

"Looking like you? Looking at your size, I think you look like a mistress!" Mr. Jiang snorted angrily.

"Mistress? What do you mean?"

Jiang Fan sneered: "It's the woman a man secretly looks for outside behind his wife's back."

The woman was just startled for a moment and then laughed: "It's really not a good thing to say. But I do think that allowing a man to eat secretly outside at least shows that he is good-looking."

"Your thoughts..." Jiang Fan shook his head. He was indeed born to be a mistress.

"But..." The woman approached Mr. Omi and said, "I always sing songs for men. Today, I want to hear how a man sings."

Do you want to sing? Mr. Jiang does not have the consciousness of a grown man in this era, so he just sings. Besides, how can a person not bow his head under the eaves?

But the condition is that I have to return my clothes and go shirtless in the KTV, but I’m not drunk enough to wear pants and sing.

"You haven't heard the songs I sing..." Jiang Fan was sitting by the window, with one leg hanging under the bed and one leg bent at the knee. Looking at the night sky outside, he suddenly thought of that night and those lush years.

.

An accent that I had never heard before, a melody that I had never heard before. It was novel and strange, but the witch was obsessed with it.

No wonder, as a witch who is a maverick in nature, it is not unusual for her to accept this.

"How many people once admired your appearance when you were young, but who would be willing to endure the ruthless changes of time..."

"Good lyrics, good music." After a long time, the woman looked at Jiang Fan: "King Xiaoyao, he is a man with stories..."

"No one has a story. It's just that mine...may have been an accident." Jiang Fan thought of the thunder rolling from the sky for no reason.

"Yes..." The woman stood up and walked up to him.

"Men all love a woman's appearance when she is young, but time flies by, and Zhaohua gets old easily. When the day comes when people are old and yellow, who else will like you, a yellow-faced woman? Humph, man..."

"You hate men?" Jiang Fan asked a little strangely.

"

Hatred? It’s out of question. Will hatred towards them disappear? It’s better to get more benefits from these stinky men.”

"Tsk, tsk, I've experienced countless men to hear what you mean."

"More than you think, but..." An evil smile appeared on her face: "Every man who coveted my body is dead..."

Jiang Fan took a breath: "So cruel?"

The woman said disdainfully: "They deserve to die. Do you know how many died in my hands?"

"I don't want to know." Jiang Fan shook his head.

"I must tell you..." The corner of the woman's lips curled up with a trace of coldness: "Nine hundred and ninety-nine, one less than one thousand..."

"Oh, I'll go! Kill thousands of people!" Mr. Jiang was shocked.

"This next one..." The woman stretched out her scarlet tongue and licked her lower lip: "I have always wanted to find a decent one to make up the number of a thousand people. Now... Xiaoyao King is famous all over the world, and it suits my taste very well.

…”

Jiang Fan trembled: "Don't, don't, if you kill me, there's nothing you can do to explain to your employer."

The woman looked at him askance: "How do you know your employer is not trying to kill you?"

Jiang Fan shook his head: "If you just want my life, there's no need to hire you. It's better to hire a killer."

The woman chuckled: "King Xiaoyao does have some brains. But... they must have known my temper before they hired me. Who knows, maybe I will change my mind when I wake up..."

Jiang Fan took a breath: "You are really a female devil."

The woman said calmly: "What does the prince think is a devil?"

Jiang Fan said: "Cruel, murderous, moody?"

The woman said: "Is the dignified King Xiaoyao so shallow?"

Jiang Fan sighed, "Okay, if you want to listen, I'll tell you. In my opinion, the so-called demons are dreams and ghosts, and ghosts are born from the heart. They are inner demons. The inner demons cause mischief, and people naturally behave abnormally.

Impermanence, people in the world hate what they do, so they are called demons. So... demons are just humans, just a group of people with distorted and paranoid world views and outlook on life..."

"Brilliant!" The woman was silent for a long time and praised: "This is the first time I heard someone explain the magic word so thoroughly. The prince is indeed amazingly talented. But... in my opinion, the so-called demons are just different from ordinary people, but more obedient.

Self-consciousness is the only thing the world uses to label good and evil with its own thoughts. Even extraordinary people like the Young Master think we are distorted and bigoted, not to mention those ignorant people."

"If you only care about your own happiness in life and don't care about the life or death of others, wouldn't you not even have the most basic morality? If everyone was like this, the world would really be a hell. The so-called morality and character of the world are a kind of restraint on oneself.

Any freedom that is completely unrestrained will not become true freedom. Therefore

I don’t agree with this view of the girl.”

It seemed that the woman heard this statement for the first time, and she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: "What you said is interesting, freedom without restraint will not be true freedom... Haha, but if you think about it carefully, it is nothing more than the words of a superior person.

, can’t convince me.”

Jiang Fan shook his head: "My heart is already biased, and everything I hear is contradictory."

"Exactly!" the woman said disdainfully: "So, the so-called Xiaoyao King is just a common man, and cannot be said to be truly Xiaoyao."

Jiang Fan didn't argue with her, but just smiled: "Since the girl claims to be a devil, I wonder if she can do the legendary devil dance?"

The woman suddenly came to her ear and gently licked her earlobe: "Why, Your Majesty, you want to try it?"

The ice was wet and cold, and Jiang Fan shivered all over.

"Tsk tsk...it's awesome, I won't try it again."

"Haha...Afraid of death?"

Jiang Fan smiled bitterly: "I heard that even if the people I've seen are not dead, they are either crazy or stupid. I'm still young, forget it."

The woman's body was close to him, and her breath was like blue in his ear. Her voice was full of strange charm: "It doesn't matter... whether you die or go crazy, I have the final say... Right now, the prince can't die yet, nor can he go crazy..."

Mr. Jiang's blood surged for a while.

For a long time Mr. Jiang kept secret what exactly happened that night, whether he had seen the Demon Dance or not.

But they changed the place again the next day.

The witch is very cautious and behaves very strangely. This time they actually lived in the boudoir of Xiaojiabiyu.

As for its original owner, when he got up at dawn the next day, he could only feel a little sore all over his body, but he would never know that he had actually slept under the bed board all night.

"Is it necessary to be so careful?"

This was the first time Jiang Fan stayed in a women's boudoir, and he looked around curiously.

"You can't be careful. You are the world-famous Xiaoyao King, the first person under the Empress of Qin. I heard that the empress is looking for you all over the world. By the way...what have you done? To make her take it so seriously? It's not just

Because he wrote a few poems and happened to save Jia, plus he is good-looking, right?"

Jiang Fan smiled: "It's hard to explain. Why do you value me? You should ask her."

The witch narrowed her eyes and said, "It can't be that simple. Who is Ying Wushuang? Empress Qiang Qin has iron-blooded methods and a cold nature. She has never valued someone so much. You really make me a little confused."

"Take your time, you still have time anyway."

"But you are about to die." The witch raised her lips: "The prince's makeup technique is not complicated. I will master it in three days at most, and then I will go on a mission."
Chapter completed!