However, Mrs. Fanghua had no choice but to insist on seeing Yang Chen. In this way, once Yang Chen fell into a daze, he would be firmly controlled by Mrs. Fanghua and could no longer escape.
The reason why Mrs. Fanghua doesn't have to be strong is because she is afraid of the legendary old devil who is about to ascend, and secondly, she wants Yang Chen to be willing.
So many means have been used for this willingness. As long as she didn't take the initiative to use Tianmo Yanwu to míhuò Yang Chen, even if the old devil wanted to trouble her, there was no reason.
Now Yang Chen actually offered to watch the Heavenly Demon Dance. This was his own death, so Mrs. Fanghua couldn't help it. Even if the old devil is in trouble in the future, he can use Yang Chen's own willingness to prevaricate it.
"Why don't you get ready?" Yang Chen turned his head and stared at Mrs. Fanghua, scolding with a smile that was not a smile.
"Yes, son!" Madam Fanghua looked at Yang Chen's expression, and after confirming that he was not joking, she finally bowed and said, "This servant will prepare."
In less than a moment, in front of Yang Chen, there were more than a dozen young women who looked like ordinary people. Compared with the women in the tulle before, these women have almost no cultivation base, and the makeup on their faces is also very delicate, and there is a childish light in their eyes, which is not like a master at all.
The sound of silk and bamboo changed, and before these newly arrived women started dancing, those who had stayed here to serve, all bowed to Madam Fanghua and saluted, and then turned around and left the hall.
In the room, only Yang Chen, Gongsun Ling and the original five female slaves were left, as well as Mrs. Fanghua and these new women. The dining table has also been removed, leaving the hall empty.
"Young Master, please comment!" A dozen female dancers bowed to Yang Chen in unison, and then took their respective positions in the hall, slowly dancing with the sound of silk and bamboo.
These new female dancers are not like the previous ones. They only have a light gauze all over their bodies. Instead, they are tightly wrapped.
I don't know where the sound of silk and bamboo sounded, and it seemed to be very neutral and peaceful, like a kind of dance that could be elegant.
After only looking at it for a while, a suspicious look appeared on Gongsun Ling's face. She didn't understand very much, how to make everyone talk about the demon dance, which turned out to be such a look.
If you dare to call it Yanwu, then what are the young girls who are barely wearing an inch of strands dancing
Just as she was about to ask Yang Chen if Mrs. Fanghua and the others had made a mistake, Gongsunling suddenly discovered that Yang Chen was watching these dance poses with relish without blinking.
Yang Chen is someone Gongsun Ling is willing to absolutely trust, and is even willing to sacrifice her own life to trust him. Yang Chen's performance shows that this day's magic dance is not simple. Gongsun Ling also suppressed her suspicions and began to pay attention to those dancing poses seriously.
After dancing for half a column of incense, the sound of silk and bamboo began to change slowly, and the dancing women with golden cores also had a little more ambiguous atmosphere. In the hall, there were faint waves of tired women passing by. Panting, it seems that they are also very tired from dancing this dance.
After a while, the dancers seemed to be even more tired, their panting became more dense, and some thin beads of sweat began to appear on their heads and faces, and there were some blushes on their faces.
The atmosphere seemed to change at this moment. The dancers were tired from dancing and felt a little hot on their bodies. The sturdy robes that had just been covered were also quietly pulled away from the neckline. The white sūōng and the corner of each apron.
The body fragrance from my daughter's house also spread out slightly with the sweat of her body, slowly filling the hall. The dark fragrance was surging, and there was a little more charming atmosphere in the hall.
Even if she kept staring at these dancers, Gong Sunling didn't notice when they secretly pulled their necklines. And as the dances got better, the necklines of the dancers seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, almost halfway out.
Suddenly, a dancer seemed to have tripped over something, and his body was twisted, so he could not die. A dancer next to him might be too tired and accidentally stepped on the corner of her clothes that was hanging on the ground. With a screeching sound, the dancer's clothes were ripped open with a large opening, and almost half of his body came out.
The poor dancer was in a hurry to cover his body with the only half of the clothes left, but the remaining half of the clothes was too small to cover at all. The most worrying thing is that in the hustle and bustle of covering up, she still has to dance with everyone's dancing, and suddenly a wonderful scene flashes.
The dancer was about to cry in a hurry, and I felt pity for the deep emotion on his face. Maybe it was because he was afraid of Mrs. Fanghua's arrogance, but the dance didn't dare to stop at all, so he could only cover it up secretly. But the more it does, the more heart-wrenching it becomes.
When one person moves in a mess, it immediately affects others.
Chi la, another sound, another dancer's clothes were also torn. The whole movement was chaotic.
In an instant, all the dancers had expressions of terror on their faces, as if they were going to face terrifying punishment after dancing. But the chaos had already begun, but no one could restore the original order. After a few moves, the third dancer tripped over the cloth on the ground, swayed, and fell to Yang Chen's side, which happened to fall on Yang Chen's side. at the feet of the morning.
"Young Master, save me!" When the flustered dancer raised his head, what appeared in front of Gongsunling was a face with rain and a worried expression. He opened his mouth and quickly made a few mouths. Don't dare to make any sound. Gongsunling was still able to guess the dancer's words by relying on her mouth shape.
Suddenly, Gongsun Ling felt sympathy and couldn't help reaching out to pull the woman up. The woman may have sprained her ankle when she fell. As soon as her foot fell, her body softened and she fell into Gongsun and Ling's arms.
Gongsun Ling's hands were fast and her eyes were fast. She grabbed the woman and grabbed the woman's breath, as if something was wrong. She took the initiative to hug the woman's slender waist, reached out and wiped the tears from the woman's face, and took the initiative to put on the woman's sakura chún. A wěn, softly comforted: "Don't be afraid, there is me."
"Alas!" Yang Chen's sigh resounded heavily in Gongsun Ling's ears. Gongsunling's mind was shocked, and she suddenly woke up.
The poor woman was still in her arms, but Gongsun Ling no longer had the kind of sympathy she had just now. She only felt like she was holding a beautiful snake, and suddenly pushed the woman out with all her strength. ! .