Destiny Against the Phoenix: The tomboy pulls the sky

Chapter 670 Seven

Forget it, it's hard to know whether they can embrace each other like this again, so it doesn't matter if they let him go, even if they get drunk again, they are still willing.

"Seven lamps, no more." With a faint sigh, Xiangsi 'touched' the red face: "My sister is not as good as you, and I can't hug you when I'm drunk."

"Okay, just seven." The soul boy tilted his head, thought about it, and smiled softly by himself.

Xiangsi was reluctant to let the soul boy hold the jar hard, and pour the wine by himself, the soul boy hugged the bamboo cup, held the red apple face, and brought it to his lips with a smile.

One after another, Acacia's face was flushed red again, and after seven, even the tips of her ears were gone, and she hurriedly hugged the person and retreated a few minutes, away from the dangerous place.

Originally, there was still three points of drunkenness, but seven new cups were added, and the drunkenness was superimposed, and it was already eighty percent drunk.

The dance is endless, and the scene is rotated.

"Sister, I want to see your dance." After the performance, the soul boy flashed his eyes more beautiful than the sun and the moon, and said crisply.

Wow, as if a huge wave rolled by, after a moment, there was silence on the high platform, and the eyes were staring brightly, staring straight at the person who was as beautiful as peaches and plums.

Excitement, anticipation, like the sun and the moon.

Oh My God.

"Ling'er, my sister never knows how to dance." There was a chill in her heart, and the drunkenness of lovesickness subsided in an instant.

"Sister, the mountains in the round sky..." Lingtong pouted his lips, stopped halfway through speaking, and pulled up an arm to hug her coquettishly: "Sister, dance once, just once, Linger wants to see it."

Linger...

His eyes dimmed, Xiangsi's heart was sour, and he suddenly found it difficult to speak.

"Please dance, Holy Master." Duanmu Linghei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly squatted down, respectfully asking for a dance.

"Please, Holy Master, please dance!" Everyone on the high platform stood up and bent down, and the group of phoenixes who had just danced fell to the ground and shouted.

"Holy Lord and Holy Driver dance." In an instant, crowds from all directions responded.

"Sister, promise Ling'er." Lingtong clasped his arms and shook lightly, acting like a spoiled child again and again.

"Okay." Xiangsi let out a breath and mumbled a word leisurely.

In this situation, she couldn't allow her to refuse.

"Sister is the best." Lingtong raised his head excitedly, and with a "baji" sound, he imprinted a fragrant kiss on the rosy jade face.

Duanmu Linghei and the man who bent over stood up instantly, their eyes burning.

"Ling'er, sit down." Sitting her small body on the soft feather satin, Xiangsi got up and flew towards the open space in front of the main seat.

The spirit boy watched with bright eyes and a smile.

Stepping up to Gao Gao, walking around, thinking about love and meditating, taking a deep breath.

The audience was silent, waiting with great hospitality.

Suddenly, Acacia moved, her figure twirled, ribbons flew, her long hair flicked, her skirt twirled into a circle, and spread out in layers.

Leaning back, leaning forward, and bending sideways, each arc is difficult and high, forming a circle and arc, with only a little sticky space, as if it is still falling, but it can be switched flexibly and freely in an instant.

Raising feet and raising arms, the long red ribbon moves with you, the long black hair and kilt turn according to the will, the skirt follows the owner's will or spreads or folds, twists and turns into words, twists and turns into shape, it is a dance or a dance. Words and dance words are combined into one, and it is unclear whether it is words or dance.

That person, looking back, smiled lightly, Bai Meisheng, thousands of delicate flowers without color; that person raised the corners of his lips, did not hear Feng Xiaohuang's singing, but heard the soft words of spring water Jiaoyan; that person, with a jade face turned, hesitated to speak, and said a thousand words without saying anything.

The people above the high platform are insane, and the people below the high platform are obsessed; there is no sound, and even the original howling of the phoenix does not know that it has stopped.

The dance of the Lord is so beautiful!

Ling Kong, Ling Lie, Ling Yunmu and his eyes focused on the void, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and there was only that figure in his mind.

When the man danced, the red satin and hair flew together, like a light smoke flying into the sky; the flowing sleeves flew gracefully like a frightened bird, and the light skirts fluttered like clouds, just like Chang'e flying to the moon in the void .

The person is beautiful, the expression is beautiful, and the dance formed is even more beautiful. That dance is so beautiful that it is hard to say that there is only one word "beautiful" to describe it.

In the silence, only the heartbeat and breath are fluctuating.

In the silence, Xiangsi danced the dance to the end, the last roundabout, closing the shape, getting dressed, stepping into the void, and returning to the main seat. Eight points of drunkenness become nine points.

Although she left the venue, the audience was still awake, and their gazes were still in the air, as if the dancing figure was still there.

"Sister, it's so beautiful." The soul boy looked at the approaching person with fascination in his eyes, and his voice was a little confused.

Isn't the Qilin family's praying dance not beautiful?

"Ling'er... picked up the soul boy, smiled lightly, turned his eyes longingly, and looked at Bai Bing with drunken eyes: "Bai Bing, when? "

What a beautiful Lord.

"Holy Master, at the first hour of the twelfth hour, if the Holy Master is tired, you can move back to the phoenix nest to rest." Bai Bing was shocked and regained consciousness in an instant, and his mind was still spinning with that figure when he answered.

Child time, when the previous and old years alternate.

Although you have to wait until the midnight to exit, you can't wait until the midnight.

Finally the time has come.

The long-awaited sentence finally came, and Xiangsi flashed joy in his heart, raised his hand to wave the lotus platform, shrunk it into his sleeve, and walked out of the main seat with the soul boy in his arms.

"Return." The voice was as mellow as wine, extremely light.

"Holy Master and Holy Car is back." Bai Bing immediately followed and accompanied him on the left side, while shouting loudly.

Dance, is it over?

A sentence like thunder made the whole audience tremble, and their minds were still in a state of confusion.

After Ling Hei trembled wildly, he quickly followed to the right; the seven phoenixes, big and small, quickly followed.

"Respectfully send off the Holy Master." Everyone saw a touch of white lightly stepping down from the main seat, suddenly sober, without thinking about it, they bowed instantly.

Acacia held the soul boy in her arms, and swept down the high platform and out of the garden like lightning.

Finally dodged another disaster.

Looking at the night sky, Acacia sighed secretly, raised her head and walked very fast, led by Ling Hei, hidden in many buildings.

Time goes and turns, when the midnight of the night of December [-] passes, the dawn of the new year comes quietly, and the people who only rest at the time of the new year's watch before the arrival of the new year have already fallen asleep soundly.

Winter night is short.

In a blink of an eye, it was Yinshi, the first day of junior high school.

The first month is the last month of winter, and the beginning of the month is the middle part of the winter season, and it is also the time of severe cold. Yinshi is a period of time between the end of the night and the day, and the temperature is quite low.

At Yin time, the night wind was biting, although there was snow, the sky was still hazy, very dark and gloomy.

The Lei Family Holy Land in the Western Continent is a vast building complex with a total width equivalent to several medium-sized cities. It looks like a lion lying down under the cover of night, and it seems that it will explode at any time.

In the domain of the inner courtyard, the guards that shuttle back and forth can be seen everywhere, and the density is almost one post at a hundred steps and one sentry at a thousand steps; Situation, not to mention people can't get half of it, even flies can't get half of it.

There was no sound of wind from the bright guards coming and going, and the dark guards hidden in the dark were silent. In the silence, there was only the natural heartbeat from everywhere.

In a blink of an eye, it's the end of time.

And at this moment, as if they had a heart-to-heart connection, countless figures rose from the darkness, turned into streamers of light, and gathered towards a certain place in the west from all directions.

The place where the figures flocked was Lei's west square, which was located on the west side of the family, with high walls on all sides, and courtyard buildings outside the walls.

There is not much fancy in the square, only a high platform with a height of about [-] feet in the center, surrounded by bright lights; the square below the platform is open and unobstructed, and the square occupies an extremely wide area, which can accommodate tens of millions of people.

At this moment, a thick layer of snow is piled up on the square, and the high platform is also covered with snow, and the surrounding area is vast. The light from the high platform penetrates the ice of the snow, and shines on the surroundings, making the whole place look deserted and desolate. Miao Ji.

Figures leaped up from all over the courtyard of Lei's house, like shooting stars chasing the moon, one after another across the void, one after another arrived outside the deserted square, and then swept over the wall and shot into the field.

The one who arrived first, after entering the arena, stood about a hundred feet away from the high platform, and the ones at the back lined up horizontally, and after reaching a certain width, the ones behind them lined up vertically to the outside.

People can stand on all four sides of the square, but the crowds of people who flocked to the square did not form a circle around the high platform, but only lined up in two rows, with a distance of only a foot or so between the two rows.

The people who landed one after another on the snow layer were all silent, whether they were the first comers or the last comers, they all kept silent, like a group of mutes who lost their voices.

The crowd rushing towards the square began to enter the arena from the beginning of the end of the Yin hour, and until the end of the end of the hour, as a group of scattered figures fell to the end of the team, the personnel stopped entering the arena.

But when the crowd stopped increasing, the place where the two rows of people stood was crowded with people, and the half of the snow on the ground was no longer visible, as if it had become two pieces of black land. The end can't be seen at a glance, and the number of them is roughly estimated to be at least 80.

The dense crowd of people standing in the square under the night's light, breath is calm, even if there is no momentum exposed, the invisible drips condense into pieces in the air, like countless swords out of their sheaths, exuding a sense of coldness The forest and coldness.

The last sliver of time at the end of Yinshi has become the past with the rotation of the time gear. In Jingmi, a few silver lights in the guarded drip-proof inner courtyard flickered and descended on the high platform in the center of the square in an instant.

There were not many people who appeared on the high platform, only four people, and those four people were Lei Jiasiyue, Lei Feng, Lei Yin, and Ju Rui.

Among them, Regis in a purple robe, with a silver mask on his face, and wine-red hair stands at the front; Lei Feng in a black robe is standing half a step back on his left, and Lei Feng in black is one step back on his right. Huge destruction, Lei Yin stood behind Regis.

In an instant, the two lines of people who were waiting bowed down in unison without making a sound, just saluting silently.

"Patriarch, 50 peak god ranks, 50 seven-star god ranks, all of them are here, not one of them." Lei Feng glanced at them, checked the number of people, and returned in a low voice.

"Take it, let's go." Regis looked around casually with sharp eyes that 'revealed' his mask, without saying anything, and after dropping three words, he disappeared.

At the same moment, the thunder mark and the huge destruction also disappeared.

After the person disappeared, Lei Feng flicked his fingers, and a little orange light flashed, like a shooting star passing through the void, with a bright arc, it quietly landed on the top of the two teams.

The moment that point of light stopped, orange light burst out, and in an instant, the point of light suddenly exploded, and in an instant, it grew into two giant mountains, pressing on the top of everyone's heads.

That mountain of orange light is impressively like a moving castle. The building looks very ordinary, with white walls and blue tiles. If you look closely, you can see that every part is extremely detailed. In terms of grade, it should be top-grade.

The castle occupies an extremely wide area, and there are many buildings in piles, many but not chaotic, and orderly. The highest one is an orange eight-pointed star, and its overall width is from the ground to the air. , enough to accommodate more than 3000 million people.