Xiang Yuyan waited for a long time, and saw that there was no movement there, and she was a little dissatisfied. "Hey, I said Wushuang, are you jumping or not? Do you dare not jump?"

"Who dares? I will definitely be better than you when I jump up." Ying Meng raised her eyebrows slightly, supported her with one hand, and jumped up suddenly

"You don't even remember your own name, and you're dancing better than me. Please choose one." Xiang Yuyan staggered and staggered Ying Meng's forehead a few times.

"Jump if you jump." Ying Meng patted her hand off and inserted her waist, and acted a little childishly.

"What's the point of jumping just? Just add chips to gamble." Even though he was drunk, he didn't forget to watch the show, Liu Xin kicked it with an excited look on his face.

"No gambling." Ying Meng frowned and didn't know what she thought of. She frowned with a bun's face and shook her head randomly.

"You don't dare? Hey, that's right, dwarf melon..."

Shadow Dream:?!

Facing Xiang Yuyan's contempt and disdain, she remembered some past events, or the simple alcohol-induced Yingmeng directly caused this difficult thing.

You should know that this is a bet, and the other party who is betting is still the direct descendant of the Xiang family. You should know that the most famous martial art of the Xiang family is to use dance luck and kill people invisibly. At that time, the first head of the family, one dance to the Qing city and one dance to the Qing country, this is not to fall in love, but to clean up.

Thousands of people survived. People in the world thought that she instantly destroyed the city with the colorless fragrance. The Xiang family got its name and since then it has firmly established itself as the first family in the demon world.

As the successor of the direct descendant, I gave the name Yu Yan and knew how far her dancing skills reached.

It should be thankful that everyone is drunk.

Yingmeng was wearing a red dress and her toes turned slightly. As the pipa music of the women, Yingmeng danced slowly, her posture and pace were full of solemnity and formality as if she had changed. Every movement was so exquisite, and the curve of her raising her hand was just the most perfect shape.

"The beautiful makeup and beautiful clothes will rob the spring sunshine, and the eyebrows will turn your sleeves will be like snow flying." - "Li Taibai Collection"

Yingmeng's movements are straightforward and neat, and she is done in one go, with a calm and calm expression, and she doesn't look like a drunk person at all.

The moment she stood up, her expression was only serious and extremely serious. This seriousness almost never appeared on her face, but it appeared at this moment, with a sense of detachment, unlike for herself, it seemed that there was a nobler existence leading her movements.

At first, her movements were like light and unrestrained clouds, but the next moment she flipped in the air, her jade hands were slender, and she was clearly empty, but she was in absolute danger.

The beautiful beauty who had just turned the world into a beautiful and incomparable beauty, but now she turned into a stingy assassin who had no choice but to travel thousands of miles away.

She opened her red lips slightly and sang the intoxicating song of beauty in her mouth, but it sounded like an ancient and difficult spell. I don’t know if it should be like this or the merits.

The bottom problem.

The wind blew around her, raising her red clothes into the air. Each movement blew like a breeze. If a person who understands martial arts can see carefully, he will recognize that this move is fierce and fierce, and it is a must-kill move.

But the people in Taichung seemed to be just dancing and did not realize the murderous intent they carried in every move.

A ringtone from unknown origins strangely joined the feast.

The air around suddenly became fierce, as if there were swords and swords. But the beauty in Taichung was relaxed and relaxed easily, and her extreme murderous intent just avoided everyone in the field. Is this really an action made by a drunk person? Or is it an instinct from the bone? Or is another person leading?

Every action accompanied by every ringtone is filled with a kind of spiritual and audio-visual shock.

No one knew that Xiang Yuyan's eyes flashed with shock at this moment, and she felt a sudden sensation all over her body, and she dissipated the three or five jars of wine.

Her body leaned forward slightly, looked at the red dancing in Taichung, paid attention to every step she took, looked at herself again, and suddenly she was so shocked that she woke up halfway. The lyrics of the singer were muttering an unknown song, and the frequency lyrics were unexpectedly in line with the ancient and difficult tone of the lyrics in Yingmeng's mouth.

It's just one is singing, while the other is just talking.

"Freedom is out of reach. Those who climb to the front and walk on the blade and charge into the front are always insignificant. Freedom is a symbol of luxury.

Duckweed is so enviable. The wind drifts everywhere, and eventually sacrifices life and blood.

It is hard to get a beautiful woman who is so beautiful.

Rising up to save the people, saving the world, and heroic achievements are delusions and obsessions.

The world is free and free, let me travel. This free and free is really? It is really comforting, it is really real?

The moon falls and the flowers break, and the beauty will eventually fade away.

So what about a beautiful beauty?

Death is really the most painful thing? The one who suffers the most is to live. Death, liberation, and turn into wind and laughter. That ridiculous grudge and entanglement.

She is not in the flesh, but above it, looking down on all this.

Ridiculously, the vast and desolate world cannot accommodate one person.

She indulged, she transcended, she became wind. When she became wind, she became mad, but she was ruined in the Tao. She was not relieved in the end, nor saw through it. She saw a wisp of duckweed, but she said she really imagined it.

Great sorrow and joy, but sadness is in joy and comfort in pain.

The beauty will eventually fade away.”

After the dance, some people are intoxicated and some people wake up.

The lively atmosphere suddenly became quiet and seemed a bit subtle.

Xian Qingdun knocked his fingertips on the table three times, and suddenly raised his eyes and a pair of paint

The black eyes as black as ink were filled with endless chills.

He paused for a moment, his slender fingertips touched the wine glass, and opened his mouth to break the subtle atmosphere. "I didn't expect that the dance would be OK."

Xi Xin whistled, started cheering, and took everyone with him. "Why are you still standing there? Come on?"

The drunk people cheered, while the awake people chose to pretend to be drunk.

Xiang Yuyan suddenly stood up, grabbed Ying Meng's delicate wrist, which was as delicate as jade, and a dark light flashed slightly in her clear and transparent eyes. "Who taught you this dance?"

"Did I win?" Ying Meng raised her eyes slightly, smiled foolishly and compared her.

Xiang Yuyan's black eyes looked at Ying Meng with her dark eyes. "Stop pretending, I know you're awake, who will teach you this dance?"

Ying Meng was stunned for a moment, and she looked a little cute.

Xiang Yuyan's cold fingers slashed Yingmeng's cheeks, and her hard rings slashed Yingmeng's eyebrows twice, and a faint white light flashed in her eyes.

Yingmeng suddenly pushed her away, looked up in a daze, and her tone was a little crying. "You are so fierce!"

There were wisps of light colors lingering in Xiang Yuyan's eyes, and the white light dissipated. "If you don't tell the answer I want, it would be even more fierce."

Ying Meng looked at her in a daze, frowned in a tangled manner, puffed her mouth, and looked aggrieved. "I am just an unknown person in the world! How can I know my name!"

Xiang Yuyan overflowed from her throat and chuckled. “Is that true?”

Yingmeng shook her hand impatiently. "Didn't you watch it all? You're asking, is it over? Come and drink."

Xiang Yuyan glared at Yingmeng tightly, and Yingmeng raised her glass and looked back with a serious look.

The two of them had their own plans. As they drank a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere gradually warmed up, but the seeds of some doubt had been planted.

Finally, I don’t know how long I played, but everyone seemed to realize that it was time to part.

Everyone reluctantly bid farewell at the door, holding hands and saying goodbye to each other, and repeatedly giving instructions.

The second most drunk guy was worried about everyone and asked one by one: "Are you okay?"

The drunkest man was hanging on him at this time because he said he wanted to send him back.

I don’t know if it’s such a brain circuit, everyone agreed, and I don’t know if anyone remembers that this is a trial site full of dangers.

In short, all participants highly praised the dinner tonight, and unanimously agreed that this was a united conference, a victory conference, and a landmark event.
Chapter completed!