Little uncle singing? Can he play all five notes
Di Ming Jue dancing? Cough, cough, cough... Forgive her for her incompetence in imagination.
Di Ming Jue's face is dark, and his whole body is full of awe, he turns around and shakes his sleeves to leave.
But Muyan dragged him back and hugged his waist without letting go.
She suppressed a smile and raised her head: "Di Ming Jue, today is the celebration party of our Yaoguang branch, and you are also a member of the Yaoguang branch, how can you not participate!"
Di Ming Jue sneers faintly: "I am not!"
He is a majestic Emperor of the Extreme Region, what kind of member of the Yaoguang branch
nonsense!
After finishing speaking, Lord Jun was about to run away.
But, Muyan pulled her back again.
Muyan's eyes were bright, her face was full of cunning, "Even if you are not a member of the Yaoguang branch, you are still my family member! I am a student of the Yaoguang branch, and since you are my family member, you are also a member of the Yaoguang branch. One member. Or, Lord Jun wants to say nothing and abandon me?"
Di Ming Jue: "..."
He gritted his teeth: "Jun Muyan, don't push yourself too far!"
Muyan giggled, she still had to push forward.
"Honey, don't be shy." Muyan smiled and shook his hand, "Isn't it just dancing? I believe that no matter what it is, it will not trouble you, Lord Junshang!"
Di Ming Jue looks at her quietly for a while, then suddenly raises the corners of his lips, revealing a meaningful smile, "Okay, I will participate. But Yan Yan, don't regret it later."
regret? What does she regret
Even though she thought so, a bad premonition suddenly surged in Muyan's heart.
Could it be that she lifted a rock and shot herself in the foot
Soon, the members of Xiaoyaomen showed the result that they were not good at things.
Muyan directly embroidered a bunch of mandarin ducks so that they couldn't even see the appearance of grass chickens.
Leng Yumo didn't draw any pictures, but made herself colorful.
It was Chu Moli who was the best. He grilled the meat, and directly roasted a dark dish that exuded a stench.
Even Muyan, a poor cook, can make better things than him.
Finally, it was the turn of the two mentors.
But several people looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one dared to urge them.
On the contrary, all of them looked at Muyan in unison.
Muyan coughed lightly, and pushed Di Ming Jue, "Mr. Mo, it's your turn."
Di Ming Jue slowly stands up.
Under the moonlight, her peerless face looked even more stunning.
He walked up to Muyan step by step, and stretched out his hand towards her.
Those ice blue eyes stared at the girl in front of him without blinking.
The bottom of the eyes are persistent, fiery, and domineering, but more of them are downright gentle.
Muyan felt that she was almost drowning in these deep eyes.
His mind was in a trance for a moment, and then he stretched out his hand unconsciously.
The next moment, Muyan has already soared into the air, and is carried by Di Ming Jue to fly in the air.
Under the moonlight, a handsome man hugs a slender girl.
The two figures leaned on each other, embraced each other, and blended together.
There is obviously no music, but the two seem to be stepping on the beat, sometimes jumping, sometimes spinning, and sometimes leaning back.
The shining moonlight cast a layer of silver on the two of them, so beautiful and so compatible.
People can't help feeling envious and yearning.
The few people in Xiaoyaomen were dumbfounded.
They never expected that Teacher Mo's dance would be like this.
It was the first time for them to see such a magical and beautiful and romantic dance.