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Chapter 122 The little boss is a female general (5)
Dong Meng and Han Yunxi looked at each other and exchanged a tacit look.

"See, it really isn't a fuel-efficient lamp."

Bingyium shook his head: "This manager is really not easy to deal with, you have not suffered."

"It's okay." Dong Meng smiled without saying a word, while Han Yunxi and Xun Shaoyan, who knew the inside story, were speechless and almost spit out a mouthful of dumplings.

Dong Meng's sentence is okay, but letting the other party knock down their teeth and swallow it in their stomachs, how can it be such a miserable word, and by the way, Bingyum has not yet avenged, and when the time comes, someone will show off, normal fans will naturally not accept such a sentence A tainted icon.

Several people were chatting and laughing, the atmosphere was warm like a Spring Festival Gala. Although Dongmeng often drank in the army, the degree of alcohol in ancient times was different from modern times. Red eyes misty.

"Today, I have a good relationship with everyone, and Meng is willing to dance the sword to add to the fun."

Dong Meng stood up abruptly, and everyone was caught off guard. They could only watch the half-drunk female general staggering towards the bedroom.

"What did the little boss say, what did he say?" Xun Lie slurred his eyes wide and confused, and Dong Mingxue slapped him on the shoulder.

"He said he wanted to dance the sword."

Xun Shaoyan and Feng Ling, the rivals in love, couldn't help but look at each other in blank dismay.

Sword dance, what sword?

I saw Dong Meng coming out of the bedroom unsteadily, holding a wooden sword with a big red sword tassel in his hand, Feng Ling recognized that this was the trophy brought back by the female general when the two went to the park to trap a few days ago Well.

That day almost made the trappers cry. The female general was very good at throwing pots in ancient times, and the modern trap is even more successful. Not only did the old man in the trap not make any money, he almost lost his entire business.

Fortunately, Dongmeng just wanted to have fun, and didn't want anything else, so he took a wooden sword that looked like a child's toy. Before leaving, the stall owner thanked him a thousand times.

Now everyone was half drunk and dizzy, they could only watch Dong Meng standing in the living room holding a wooden sword, but none of them understood what was going on, and no one wanted to stop it.

The female general is usually a female overlord, and the drunk female general... Tsk tsk, I guess the tyrannosaurus rex would have to freak out.

Dong Meng stood still, with her feet slightly apart, her back straight, her slender fingers brushing slowly across the wooden sword, and with one movement, everyone's eyes stared straight, as if they were in a dream.

In the old days, there was a beautiful woman, Gongsun, who used a sword to move around.

The viewer is as depressed as a mountain, and the world has been low for a long time.

It shone like Yi and shot nine sunsets, and it was as sharp as the emperors and dragons soaring.

Come like a thunderbolt to receive anger, stop like a Jianghai condensing clear light.

In Fengling's mind, he recalled what he had read about Gongsun Da Niang's sword dance.

When I read it, I just felt that the ancients were too exaggerated, and the modern pole dance and break dance can't reach the point where the world changes color. I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes, but I was shocked and couldn't look away.

Dong Meng twisted her waist and drew out her sword. Every movement carried the beauty of flowing clouds and flowing water. It seemed like a rose in bud, and like waves lapping on the river bank.

The most important thing is the scenery of bowing your head, every turn of your eyes, turning around, and lowering your waist, all have an indescribable beauty.

Dongmeng's cheeks were slightly red when the wine was half drunk, and her eyes were sharp when she danced the sword. Unlike ordinary women who danced gracefully, Dongmeng danced with a wooden sword full of murderous aura, sitting at the table. Everyone didn't dare to move an inch, as if the sword would be on their necks at any moment, and if they were pulled lightly, they would never see the sun again, even though it was a wooden sword.

It wasn't until Dong Meng put away his sword and stood up, his footsteps became staggering again, and he didn't know who gave him a breath, that everyone seemed to have regained their breath, and looked around, as if falling into a dream.

"Dong Meng, you really are not an ordinary person." Han Yunxi raised his glass, and the last trace of unwillingness in his heart finally dissipated: "This glass of wine, I respect you."

"To the little boss." The little secretary took the lead in toasting, and everyone smiled and looked at Dongmeng, and drank it all in one gulp.

Dong Meng dropped the wooden sword lightly, and the wooden sword fell to the ground with a crackling sound, and it was torn apart. Xun Shaoyan's eyes tightened, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

The people around were also horrified, Dong Meng returned to the table drunkenly, not knowing what she had done, raised her wine glass and toasted to others indiscriminately, still muttering something.

"These swords are too brittle now and cannot be used. This is not a matter of craftsmanship, but a concept." Dong Meng touched the residual liquid at the corner of her lips, revealing her drunken posture: "The saber I had back then was really used to kill The enemy, the psychic sword, I don’t know how much charm it has helped me, but it’s a pity that I didn’t bring it here...uh..."

The general hiccupped while talking, and lay down on the table, actually drunk.

Feng Ling waved helplessly at everyone: "Drunk, talking nonsense, I'll take her to the bedroom."

But Xun Shaoyan blocked it: "Let the girl bring Dongmen in."

Feng Ling frowned, and said angrily, "What do you mean, I can still take advantage of Dongmeng."

Xun Shaoyan said with a gloomy face, "That's not sure, your previous behavior made it impossible for me to trust you."

The two men stared at each other like fighting cocks, but the others at the wine table began to whisper.

"The little boss also said that he is a female general, do you believe it?" Dong Mingxue bit her chopsticks, and suddenly took a dumpling from Xun Lie while speaking calmly.

Xun Lie protected his food with one hand, while taking the time to put the last dumpling into his mouth, he said vaguely: "It's not an auspicious island, but it doesn't look like a fake."

As a former gold broker, Bingyttrium is superior to others in terms of brain hole and insight.

"We usually read scripts, and we often mention time travel. Whether the little boss is in this situation, I used to listen to it as a joke, but I really have to believe the sword dance just now."

If this kind of absurd statement was brought up in the past, everyone would definitely be spit on their faces, but today everyone has seen Dongmeng's simple and magnificent sword dance, and unconsciously thinking in their minds, if it is not through time travel, how can it be possible? Explain the situation at hand.

"Li Ying, Li Yan, you guys have known the little boss much earlier than us, so let's talk about your impressions." Liang Feng suggested. In fact, he was also a little skeptical, after all, according to the little boss's methods and temperament, there would never have been any sex in the first place. Job hopping.

The little secretary and Li Yan looked at each other, Li Yan hesitated: "Actually, I also think that the little boss has changed a lot..."

The little secretary added: "I used to think it was amnesia, but the little boss's personality and likes are different from before. Most importantly, his appearance seems to be a little different..."

After such a comparison, although everyone didn't believe it, they had to believe that Dong Meng was a veritable female general.

Although it is not known which dynasty it is, it is basically certain.

(End of this chapter)