Wang Hao was dragged out of the tent by Wang Mengran.

On the top of Mount Tai, the cool breeze blew by, and I felt extremely comfortable. Especially with beautiful women around me, Wang Hao was feeling a little excited.

In the square, someone raised a bonfire, and a group of beautiful girls and handsome boys surrounded the bonfire, releasing their enthusiasm to the fullest.

Urban life makes it too compact and the strong prey on the weak. These white-collar workers are under too much pressure in their daily urban life. Now they have arrived in this comfortable place like the hometown of immortals and gods, and of course they are fully releasing their own pressure.

The dances of these people are messy and have no rules, but they can ignite people's enthusiasm. Wherever they want is heaven.

Although Wang Mengran has been educated by family elites since she was a child, she is still a passionate girl at heart. She pulled Wang Hao's arm and wrist and trotted towards the bonfire banquet.

Wang Hao was a little uncomfortable when he integrated into the crowd, but Wang Mengran seemed to like this kind of occasion very much.

Wang Hao had never learned any dance, but just patted his right hand with his left hand and beat the left hand with his right hand.

Because of the sunny image and this romantic night, several urban beauties began to chat with Wang Hao from time to time. Wang Hao wore big-framed glasses, his ordinary single eyelids and deep and bright eyes gave him a different charm.

The city has bright appearance, and of course there are many unspeakable secrets.

These urban white-collar beauties are too boring in their daily lives, and Wang Hao's pure scholarly appearance refreshes them.

After tonight, we will separate tomorrow. Who will remember who?

Wang Hao looked at Wang Mengran, who was dancing a few meters away, and several young men were eager to try.

Wang Hao was a little worried about Wang Mengran, and smiled and refused to call out some urban white-collar beauties.

Wang Hao thinks he is still a self-disciplined person.

I have to say that Wang Hao did calm down the young men next to him, who were 1.8 meters tall. Wang Hao took off his coat, and the soft and comfortable T-shirt perfectly outlined his thick chest muscles.

Wang Mengran noticed that Wang Hao came over, stopped dancing, took Wang Hao's hands and said, "Wang Hao, thank you for taking me in today. I'll dance for you to show you, how about it?"

Wang Mengran pouted, revealing two shallow dimples beside the corner of her mouth, and said like a sister acting coquettishly to her brother: "You can't refuse me."

Sure enough, girls’ cuteness is a big weapon for boys.

Wang Hao nodded in despair.

There are three steps to transfer the curse, and the first step can be said to be the most critical.

This dance is called Manjussahua.

According to legend, in very ancient times, a girl fell in love with the boy next door, but the boy's heart belonged to her. The girl tossed and turned day and night, praying day and night under the locust tree.

Finally, the God of the Underworld heard the girl’s prayer and taught the girl the dance named Manzhushahua.

The girl was dancing this dance enthusiastically in front of the boy's eyes. The dance seemed to have endless magic, which made the boy fall in love with the girl deeply.

This is the origin of Manjussahua dance.

Wang Mengran chose an open space, threw away the hair tied up, and scattered it with a strange charm.

The white lotus-like arms swung towards the fish in the dark night, and their slender figure was like a legendary fairy dancing lightly.

Every frown and smile is like the women in paintings made by the ancient heroes.

Wang Hao took a look and became fascinated.

I don’t know when, but Wang Mengran was the only one dancing in Wang Hao’s eyes, but Wang Hao didn’t pay any attention at all.

Wang Mengran passed by her toes, and at the point where she pointed, a gorgeous red flower slowly bloomed, but red but tragic, and a whole piece bloomed like blood.

Wang Mengran's dance accelerated, and in a moment, one after another, one red and charming flower bloomed.

In Wang Hao's eyes, Wang Mengran stood on a large flower and danced lightly. These flowers burned like flames were like blood spreading, and these flowers were like flames illuminating the entire night sky.

It is the flowers blooming on the other side, Manzhu Shahua. When the soul steps onto the underworld and crosses the Forgetful River, it will forget all the things that happened before, and everything that happened before remains on the other side, blooming into charming flowers.

At this time, Wang Mengran was wearing a red ancient dress, with her feet like white lotus wandering under the hem of the skirt, her fair and slender figures were faintly hidden in the red skirt, her waist like a spring willow, and her delicate and pure facial features had infinite charm against the white skin. Her head was full of black hair tied a wooden fork to the owner, and the remaining black hair went downstream.

Wang Hao is like a wandering soul, crossing the Forgetful River, and forgetting all the Yingying and Yanyan in his previous life.

After completing a series of charming dance moves, Wang Mengran waved towards Wang Hao's red sleeves. The blooming Manzhushahua fell like a ripe thing, and large areas of Manzhushahua flowers attacked Wang Hao.

Wan Hong passed by, and Wang Hao actually smelled a trace of flowers.
Chapter completed!