I couldn't afford the bride price, so I had to marry the Demon Sect Saintess

Chapter 295 The Last Dance

Under Yunzhu Mountain.

On the edge of a cliff.

A woman in a black robe stood alone, looking up at the full moon in the sky.

She was covered in a black robe, with a cold mask on her face. When the mountain wind blew, the black robe fluttered, sticking to her body, showing a graceful curve.

It's just that the woman's body seems to be shrouded in a cold and gloomy atmosphere, even the bright moonlight can't illuminate her.

After a long time, she sighed slightly, but her voice was not the usual hoarse, but gentle and soft.

The mountain wind blows through the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves shake and make a rustling sound, just like the sound of dance music.

A Ling seemed to remember something, the red lips under the mask were slightly pursed, and her body began to twist slightly.

For a moment, her long hair was fluttering, her waist was swaying, and her feet felt like they were stepping on ripples.

This dancing posture is not inferior to the dancers on Yunzhu Mountain, and it is a bit more soft and gentle than Dongxiu's girls.

This dance finally dispelled the gloom in her body, the moonlight fell on her body, her dancing posture was graceful, and her figure was like water.

It's a pity that this wonderful dance can only bloom alone in the loneliness.

After a while, the sound of the wind stopped, and the dancing posture converged.

The fluttering black robe fell back on A Ling's body, covering the ups and downs that had been glimpsed in a glimpse.

"Minglan, I'm sorry, I will let you die without pain."

A Ling stood still again, murmuring and looking at the full moon above her head.

"That won't work."

At this time, Mo Kill walked out of the bamboo forest and applauded loudly:

"A Ling, I haven't seen you dancing for a long time. Sure enough, no one in the world can compare to you except Yun Wu."

A Ling's body tensed slightly, her voice became hoarse again, and she bowed to Mo Sha:

"Young master, can I kill Siming Lan with my own hands?"

Mo Sha laughed, but his voice was very cold: "Si Minglan is No. 20 on the list of beauties, such a beauty, of course I want to refine her into my corpse concubine! A Ling, you are overstepping!"

A Ling trembled, clenched her fists, and finally let go.

"Yes, young master, I was wrong."

On Yunzhu Mountain.

Cloud Bamboo Dance Festival.

Under everyone's amazed gaze, Siming Lan walked slowly into the arena.

"Third Senior Sister, can you dance?"

Fang Xue was surprised.

"Hey, vixen, don't pretend!"

Tassel cut.

Qin Gengyun, Niantang, and Mo Xiaolan also looked at her. Siming Lan looked around, with bursts of charm exuding from her body, and she giggled coquettishly:
"I have been learning to dance in Jiaofangsi Middle School since I was a child. Gentlemen, please take a look, can a concubine dance with your eyes?"

She seemed to have turned back into the Third Senior Sister who looked at Yan Xing charmingly on Xiyue Peak, and also turned back into the enchanting fairy in Yunling Town when she first met Qin Gengyun.

"Third Senior Sister?"

"Si Minglan?"

Under the puzzled eyes of everyone, the people from Yunzhu let out warm cheers.

Siming Lan looked around, her eyes blurred, she was charming and enchanting, her waist twisted like a peach swaying on a tree branch.

She suddenly raised her right leg, stood up straight, with one foot on the ground, and her body spun rapidly.

For a moment, the dress fluttered, the long hair danced, and the feet felt like they were stepping on ripples.

There was a burst of exclamation from around, and obsessed eyes cast one after another, Siming Lan raised her snow-white neck, with layers of watery charm on her face.

In an instant, it was as if she had returned to the Jiaofang Division, becoming that official prostitute who only wanted to please men.

Afterwards, the spinning stopped, and Siming Lan's movements changed from wild and charming to soft and graceful.

This is not a dance taught by Jiaofang Sizhong just to please men, but a dance taught by the second senior sister on Xiyue Peak.

Back then, master Sang Yue rescued Si Minglan and brought her back to Xiyue Peak, but the master often retreated, and the elder sister Ye Xiyue taught the art on behalf of the master.

But Ye Xiyue just passed on the art, and didn't care about Si Minglan at all.

At that time, Siming Lan was lonely and inferior. She didn't have a single friend on Xiyue Peak. When she dreamed at midnight, she always woke up in the nightmare of being raped by a man.

Later, the second senior sister who had been training abroad came back.

The second senior sister was like a ray of sunshine, shining into Siming Lan's cold and lonely life.

The second senior sister taught her swordsmanship, practiced duels with her, and taught her to dance in her spare time.

Those few years were the happiest time for Siming Lan.

And now, the dance she dances is the "Wan Rou Dance" by the second senior sister.

Sister Wan, I am going to die soon, maybe we will never meet again.

This is mine, the last dance.

"Third Senior Sister seems to be crying?"

Fang Xue watched Si Minglan dance lightly, but could feel her sadness.

Qin Gengyun also saw Siming Lan's tears and couldn't help sighing.

Although Siming Lan has never expressed any despair along the way, she only has a few months to live after all, who can calm down when facing her own death?

Amidst a burst of exclamation, Siming Lan finished the dance.

People from Yunzhu are good at singing and dancing. Seeing her dancing so well, they gathered around to praise her. Several bold men even invited her to dance together.

Siming Lan declined with a smile, and sat back in her seat silently. Ye Xiyue's cold voice came from beside her:

"Wei Wan taught you this dance?"

Wei Wan, the second senior sister of Xiyuefeng, No.15 on the beauty list.

Famous for dancing.

Siming Lan nodded expressionlessly: "Yes."

Ye Xiyue said indifferently: "What's the use of teaching you this kind of thing?"

Siming Lan sneered: "Do you want to learn from Senior Sister and give me to Uncle Senior? Senior Sister, since Uncle Zheng wants you, why don't I teach you how to serve a man? If you are comfortable serving Zheng Shengmo, maybe you can be in his crotch." Get some benefits."

Ye Xiyue's eyes were like lightning, her long hair fluttered, and Siming Lan was so oppressed by her spiritual power that she couldn't breathe.

But soon two strands of spiritual energy protected her, and Siming Lan was startled: "Qin Gengyun, Niantang?"

Seeing Qin Gengyun and Niantang standing in front of Si Minglan, Qin Gengyun said coldly: "Fairy Xiyue, you are doing all kinds of nasty things, are you worthy of being called a fairy?"

Ye Xiyue stood up slowly, Qin Gengyun already had an extra embroidery needle in his hand, and Si Minglan stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Both sides were at war with each other, and cheers suddenly sounded from all around.

"The guests have already danced, Yun Wu can come out!"

"Cloud dance!!"

All the Yunzhu people shouted for joy, the children jumped up and down, and began to sing songs:

"Yunwu's face, the eye-catching eyes~~"

"Yunwu's waist, the knife that cuts people~~"

"Yunwu's legs, you're fascinated by the mountain ghost~~"

"One hundred thousand clouds and bamboos, it's better to dance~~"

Liusu patted Yun Xing who was singing happily: "Hey, is this Yun Wu really as beautiful as your singing?"

Yun Xing glared at her: "Sister Yun Wu is the best woman in the world!"

Liusu cut a voice: "How many women have you met? Feixian Pavilion is also free. If you choose a woman that no one has seen to be the number one beauty list, maybe it's not as good as me!"

The next moment, Tassel's voice stopped abruptly, and he stared blankly at a bamboo forest in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, the bustling Yunzhu Dance Festival also quieted down.

In the lush bamboo forest, under the bright moonlight, a slender figure slowly stepped out.

(End of this chapter)