The light ball above casts a clear beam of white light, and the spacious stage looks like a snow-covered field.
In the center of the light is a figure wearing a white antique dress.
The music started, and the figure turned around, with a white veil hanging on her face.
White hairpin.
White veil.
White long skirt.
But even if only a pair of eyes are exposed, people can't help but want to follow the firm gaze in those eyes to see what's happening ahead.
The sound of the morinouqin is melodious.
The girl is spinning and jumping with a graceful figure.
When the buzzing murderous aura sounded from the music, everyone seemed to have seen the past in the girl.
My heroic father died on the battlefield.
The older brother took the lead and became the vanguard.
The young general who used to beat horses and parade through the streets came forward and defied all opinions to become the new charging general, leading the soldiers into battle to kill the enemy.
At this moment, there is no such thing as a boudoir lady.
There is nothing about women that is inferior to men.
As long as there is still breath, we must protect our homeland and defend our territory.
It was obvious that she was the only one who saw her, but those who watched her dance seemed to see thousands of troops behind her and heard the shouts of the swords and swords.
The soft sword drawn from his waist glowed coldly under the light.
It rises and falls, creating a sharp sword wind in the air.
The girl seemed to be tireless and kept waving the sword in her hand.
Until exhausted.
The music stopped suddenly, the overhead lights dimmed, and the white beam of light turned red.
The girl in white seems to have put on a red dress.
But everyone knew that it was stained red with blood.
The veil was still there, and the girl's eyes were still cold, but the moment the long sword fell to the ground with a clang, a smile filled her serious eyes, and then curved into a small arc of joy.
The next moment, the girl fell to the ground.
Snapped!
The light beam changed again, turning into a light gray.
The girl lying on the ground seemed to have turned into a small gray mound.
Maybe the next moment a gust of wind blows over and the mound is blown flat.
The wind rises and the wind stops.
Does anyone know about the girl who died in the battle?
Maybe not.
However, the more than 2 billion fans who watched the live broadcast in Feitian Live Room and Fanxing Live Room will not forget that on the night of 520, the Feitian sister did not even show her face and danced a dance that she did not even know the name of.
, shocked the whole audience.
"You're telling me this is a PK between the first sisters on the platform? I really think you're kidding me! When a bronze comes out to challenge the king, I don't know whether to praise you for your courage or laugh at you for not overestimating your abilities!"
"Ahhhh, I really want to turn into a paparazzi and interview that copycat first lady about how the star is feeling at this moment."
"Who has registered for Fanxing? Go over to the live broadcast room over there and take a look at the first round of voting results?"
"First of all, I would like to state that I have not registered. Secondly, I want to tell the person upstairs that you are not a fool, right? Who dares to reply to you? Doesn't that reveal that he is a double agent?"
"Ah ah ah! @飞天第一美, @我是Coke, Sister Wan, Coke, what's the name of this dance just now? I want to see a prequel or a follow-up, is there one?"
"The veteran Wanfeng wants to say that this is an impromptu dance performed by my sister Wanfeng. Except that the music is ready-made, everything else is improvised. Do you understand?"
"My heart is broken..."
In the Feitian live broadcast room, fans were so shocked by Ye Wan's impromptu dance of leading troops to kill the enemy that barrages flew.
In Fanxing's live broadcast room, Xingxing looked at the voting list and gift list, his face was so ugly that he almost couldn't stand it anymore.