Demons and witches dominate the rivers and lakes

Chapter 67
Tao Zhiyao is dominated by water blue style, the stage is built in the pool, and the faint blue water curtain is shining, giving people a refreshing feeling.Women are delicate but not weak, charming but not demonic, each has its own merits, and there is no shortage of Xiaojiabiyu, elegant and refined, charming, bold and enthusiastic, and tender like water.

A man who looked like a noble son stepped forward and said to Mingyue: "May I ask Miss's name?"

Mingyue said with a cold face: "No comment!"

The noble young master was not angry either, and said with a smile: "Since the young lady doesn't want to talk about it, it doesn't matter, I sincerely invite the young lady to have a chat, okay?"

Mingyue didn't give the other party a good look, "I have nothing to talk about!"

The man couldn't hold back his face anymore, and said in a tough tone: "What if I must?"

Seeing Mingyue being entangled by a man, Mo Yang walked over quickly, and said coldly to the man: "I'm sorry, you are not someone who can talk to her!" There was no sense of sorry in his tone.

The man might not be able to react to Mo Yang's sudden interruption, coupled with Mo Yang's oppressive tone, he was taken aback before he said: "It turns out that you are a son, a gentleman does not take what others like, that's why I offended you." After speaking, he hurriedly leave.

Gu Yuexie only watched the good show from the sidelines, feeling a bit gloating.

Mo Yang and the others found the most remote corner to sit down and watched the singing and dancing on the stage. The more they watched, the more boring they became. They drank tea in every possible way, knowing that they would never come.

Shuangqing started to make noise again, "The building here is so beautiful, those women's dances are so beautiful, even better than the ones I've seen before, they float around, how do you describe it? It seems to be called "Gone with the Wind"

"Well, and the food here is delicious, comparable to those in the guest house." Shuang Qing tasted another piece of pastry.

After singing and dancing, a gorgeous red-clothed woman walked to the center of the stage. She was about [-] years old, and her red robe was gorgeous but not vulgar, but dignified and generous.

The matchmaker smiled and said: "Hello everyone, today is Tao Zhiyao's once-a-month talent competition, so there must be no need to say more about the rules, everything will remain as usual."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, eager to try.

"Please wait on the painting girl."

A woman in green clothes appeared on the stage, and everyone couldn't help sighing, what a beautiful woman, her breath is like a blue orchid, and her shame is green.

"Hi everyone, I'm a little girl who is a painter. I wonder if I have the honor to learn painting skills with the young masters?" The voice was clear and clear, like an oriole.

"I'm coming." "My son is here." The men in the audience couldn't wait, wanting to smile at the beauty.

(End of this chapter)