Agent Leng Fei: Playing with the Heartless Emperor

Chapter 188 Take it easy
Wanzhi was speechless, she pulled it back and pressed it on the bed, "Don't move." Pulling off her shirt, the bruise on her back became heavier, "I'm so hurt, I still want to watch the show."

"Ah—sister-in-law, take it easy!"

After the back was finished, Linfeng ran down again, Wanzhi pulled it back, "Why is there still a piece on the neck?"

Linfeng looked at Wanzhi sadly, "Sister-in-law, Baby Fat's dance is probably almost over."

Wan Zhi glared at him, "Look up."

After applying the medicine carefully, "Be careful when you lower your head, don't press on the wound, it will leave a scar if the blood is bruised." Wanzhi found that Linfeng was really dumbfounded and didn't respond at all, she raised her head and looked into his eyes .

Downstairs on the stage, a dazzling red swirls out, the pearls are dazzling, seven colors are dressed in thin red, black hair is flying, and the jade face is slightly drunk, burning and charming, and radiant.

The clear sound seems to be lingering gently from the snow silk, and the snow-white fingers caress the lyre, stirring up the flowing time like water, and the water-rippling flowers and colors.

This is listening to Xue's piano sound, Wanzhi looked at Linfeng in a daze, sat down by the window and looked out.

Black hair is like the wind, red clothes are like fire, jade feet are graceful, enchanting and intoxicating.

The dance of the Moyi tribe is actually a bit wild, but Qise has a gentle and gentle charm when she raises her arms and turns her feet. Wanzhi knows that it is because of listening to the sound of Xue's piano, the deep is not startled, and it is as shallow as running water.

There were cheers from the audience.

Have to admit, this is a visual feast.

Like a branch of red lotus blooming in the world of colored glaze with clear black and white, the heart of the flower is broken, the streamer of light is broken, and the eyes shine brightly.

The red dress twirls with the dance steps, showing all kinds of youth and style.

The arms are naked, swaying upwards, and the ten fingers are dancing with colorful butterflies blooming. The winding snow arms peel off a layer of red makeup, like a butterfly reborn in the flames.

Accompanied by the slight sound of the piano, the almost transparent bare feet step out of the lingering snow, which is soul-stirring.

The waist and limbs are pendant, and the hands are fragrant.

shock!
艳！
Four cheers.

Accompanied by Tingxue flowing out of the desolation of beads splashing jade fragments between his fingers, black clothes and thousands of shadows, she screamed barefoot, like a phoenix in nirvana, bleeding out a bright long sky!

The audience cheered for a long time, which was difficult to calm down.

Wanzhi turned her head to look at Jun Linfeng in a daze, stretched out her hand and turned his face away, "Linfeng, do you really want to ask her to be your wife?"

Linfeng stretched out his hand and patted Wanzhi's hand away, as if it was burning, "Sister-in-law, will you lose, she danced—"

Wanzhi just looked at him meaningfully, then Linfeng turned her head and said, "Sister-in-law, hurry up and prepare, we can't lose."

Wanzhi glanced at Linfeng who was flustered while walking, "Jun Linfeng, who are you worried about?"

Linfeng was taken aback for a moment, then Wanzhi laughed loudly and went on.

Wanzhi on the stage is very quiet, without the thrilling ecstasy of Qicolor.

Qise was half drunk before and said, everyone here knows you, it’s not fair, she took a piece of black cloth to cover Wanzhi’s face, and was hugged by Mo Yilu, so now Wanzhi’s face is covered with a light veil, hair The silk naturally flows down the shoulders.

It's just a simple white dress, with a touch of moonlight, just an ordinary seven-stringed string, with jade hands flicking.

Like a white lotus floating in the world, it is quiet, without sadness or joy.

At that moment, Qi Se's drunken eyes were clear, and she murmured, "So they have the same smell."

The sound of the piano is light, rolling and undulating, just like outlining a landscape, whirling deeply.

There is coldness between the fingers, jade flowing between the eyebrows, like a fallen dust fairy, broken and shallow and charming.

(End of this chapter)