Strongest Guard

The dancer was dressed in a brightly colored kimono, her hair tied up in a high bun, her face painted pale white, her eyebrows slouched, her mouth truly cherry, a fan in her left hand.    

In short, it was a dance that foreigners had to watch when they went to the East Sea, similar to the Champs-Elysees when they went to Paris.    

However, due to its long history, small audiences and extremely difficult to learn, the domestic audience had no impression of this dance.    

However, one thing was certain. Since the Witch Dance was a traditional reserve program used by the people of Dongyang to entertain foreign guests, its cultural value was still very high.    

It also possessed a certain amount of ornamental nature.    

In today's modern society, where dancers show their hips every now and then and move boldly and openly, Witch Dance can be considered a clean stream.    

So when Miura Qingying told Old Song that she could dance as a witch, the assistant, Xiao Wang, opened her mouth and said, "What witch dance? "Go to the side!"    

Old Song used his backhand to pull Little Wang to the side.    

He looked at Lil 'Light for a while and then slowly said, "If you can attract more people to watch, there will be no heckling. I'll give you two thousand dollars. In addition, if there really is an audience member throwing money at us, we'll give them all to you.    

Old Song was Old Song, and Little Wang could not compare to his eyes.    

One can see the lightness at a glance — it's beautiful.    

A beautiful girl could naturally attract people's attention. No matter how exotic her dance was, it would definitely have an effect that could not be achieved by those artificial girls on stage, who were kicking their legs and stretching their arms with all their might.    

"Alright, it's a deal then."    

Lightly and happily, she then looked at the small Pika beside her: "I only want the drum and fan at my waist."    

There weren't any pretty girls in the literary or acting industry, but there would definitely be dancing props like a drum and a fan.    

Old Song had heard of Witch Dance before. After nodding and instructing Little Wang to quickly get on the car to get something, he said regretfully: "It's a pity that I don't have a kimono here. "However, I can barely help you beat the drum …"    

"No need. Someone is helping me to beat drums. "    

She smiled coquettishly and waved towards the side of the stage: "Meteor, come over here."    

Upon hearing the name 'Meteor', Old Song's mind immediately floated up to the scene of 'Meteor Garden', where the handsome children were born.    

But when "Meteor" walked over awkwardly, Old Song suspected that something was wrong with his eyes.    

He couldn't help but curse, "Wo Hui, when did you get such a name from a beggar?"    

Someone immediately refused: "Am I more handsome than the beggar? Boss, I said you are insulting my character. "Lightly, can you sit back and watch others insult me while you perform for him?"    

The corner of Old Song's mouth twitched.    

However, he did not dare to scold her. He could only curse in his heart: "Even beggars dress better than you? "It's like this for you. If you shake the hand of the heavens, this Little Beauty can't be a beggar, right?"    

It turned out that Old Song's eyes were quite useful.    

He saw with his own eyes the timid and exotic Little Beauty holding the beggar's arm, her small mouth pouting as she coquettishly asked, "Meteor, do you still want to eat?"    

Old Song was shocked again. He cursed under his breath again. Little Beauty's dancing was not to raise this beggar for a meal, was it?    

Seeing that the allure of the dishes was especially great, Lee Nanfang decided to forgive Old Song's insult and nodded to indicate that he wanted to.    

However, when the little Wang took the waist drum and hung it around his neck, he shook his head vigorously.    

Lee Nanfang's reason was very simple.    

Who is he?    

The number one scum in the world!    

Beauties were everywhere, so as long as he showed his name, no matter where he went, he would be treated with the respect of a foreign guest. How could he go on stage to perform for a meal?    

Of course, the most fundamental reason for Lee Nanfang's rejection was that he did not know how to hit the drum at the waist.    

Just call.    

If you want to fight, you can do so.    

You hit me and I'll jump on mine.    

As long as we can get the money, it's not a dream for you to pretend to be a lord.    

Lee Nanfang admits that he firmly believes that when he is spoiled, he loves to twist his waist and disintegrate, so he can only sigh.    

Seeing that he was the boss, the beautiful host, who especially disdained Old Song's decision, could only pinch her nose and force a smile as she announced to the audience: "Next, let's invite the Elegant Maiden from Dongyang to perform the Witch Dance for everyone."    

"A girl from Dongyang? Ah, no, lady? A woman in her forties or fifties? "    

"Let's hurry up and go down. Don't taint our eyes again. "    

"Sigh, to accidentally watch a performance here, I actually had a problem with my aesthetics. What a tragedy."    

Due to the spectacular dancing of his little sisters, of the audience that originally numbered in the tens, only four or five remained. They were just some youngsters who had no place to play.    

Even though they were only four or five people, the sound of their discussions could match the effects of five hundred ducks.    

When the beautiful host heard this, the corner of her mouth twitched, almost revealing her shrewish nature as she placed her hands on her waist and screamed at the top of her lungs, "F * * k off to my great-aunt!"    

But after seeing Lee Nanfang being lightly pushed onto the stage, the beautiful host felt that she should join the audience.    

"Wo * * h, why did a beggar come here?"    

"Ha, he still has a waist drum hanging from his waist. Is he going to perform as a beggar for us?"    

"Fourth Bro, come over and take a look." Learn a little. "In the future, when we're in a miserable state, how do we continue to live on?"    

God knows what.    

When Little Beauty, who was dressed in open clothes and had a flirtatious dancing posture, was kicking her legs with all her might, Fourth Bro and the rest ran to the side and squatted down to smoke on the flower bed. However, when they heard their companion's shout that there was a beggar here who wanted to show them how to eat their meals, they immediately ran back over.    

The beggar went on stage to perform, but the people of the city never thought of it.    

In particular, this beggar was not an actor or a guest, but a fake one. His entire body was exuding a 'poor' noble aura, wasn't it?    

This was a rare item.    

Everyone had to do whatever they had to do to make things more interesting.    

Seeing the rapidly approaching audience, in the blink of an eye, there were over a hundred people gathered. The corners of the beautiful host's mouth started to twitch.    

She suspected that the citizens of Golden Age Hua Xia were infected with a cunning and bad habit. They didn't eat well, nor did they appreciate beauty.    

However, as long as she could attract people to her, she would be able to complete the tasks assigned to her by the merchant and achieve the desired results. She was still considering whether she should wander around for half a year and then return to the stage …    

"I have been far away from the martial arts world for many years, but my charm has never diminished. "Look, I was just casually standing there, not even letting out a fart, but this audience is quickly gathering to support me."    

Just when Lee Nanfang was intoxicated with his super charm and was almost unable to extricate himself, he gracefully stepped onto the stage.    

There was no witch-dancing kimono here, and he did not want his face to be pale, painted with the eyebrows of a prostrate silkworm, and with the mouth of a cherry — because, according to Meteor, he liked girls who looked like nothing more than girls, and it felt so real.    

She only used a strand of red silk to pull her hair up high, then fell down like a waterfall. After exposing her sparkling neck, her small face looked even smaller, but her eyes were even larger.    

In fact, the clothes she was wearing was not much better than Lee Nanfang's. It was outrageously tattered under the sun and the wind.    

Because of the shrinkage, the cuffs of his pants and sleeves became much shorter. He could clearly see his shin, which were glowing with a healthy luster, and his snow-white wrist.    

Sometimes, Willett wondered.    

They had all been human beings. They had been drifting in the sea for so many days and had been exposed to the wind and the sun. Why was it that his skin had almost turned into charcoal?    

God, that was unfair.    

As Lee Nanfang was lamenting, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.    

The group of 'worshippers' below him, the noisy ducks, no, the audience, why were they all mute?    

Beautiful and edible.    

When the ancestors invented this idiom, they didn't come up with it instantly. Instead, after a long period of market research …    

The more natural the beauty, the more appetizing the effect.    

Therefore, when the beautiful woman they hadn't seen in a long time suddenly appeared in front of everyone, it immediately brought back their most beautiful memories. "Remembering that year, no matter where you go, you would always be able to see a real beautiful lady. It could be said to be the Peach Blossom Willow. Unlike on the streets now, where the panda's eyes are red and its lips are red, the panda looks beautiful but in reality, it makes people sick to their stomach. "    

Not only is the audience immersed in the beautiful memories, even Lee Nanfang looked as if he had seen light and light for the first time, full of suspicion: "Could it be that I was blind before? Otherwise, how could he not know that this girl was so beautiful? "Rou'er's innocence and her silent shyness."    

Rise to the Dance.    

Under the sun, Miura Qingying, wearing a "coarse cloth outfit", revealed her sparkling calves, snow-white skin, white wrists, and cloud-like hair, bent her left knee, twisted her slender waist, stretched her left hand forward in the shape of a pinching flower, and with her right hand raised high in the air, a large red fan flew over her head like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.    

Witch Dance.    

After gracefully dancing, everyone present instantly felt a mysterious and strange aura coming from a foreign land.    

Under the sunlight, the witch was dancing.    

However, which family's witch would be so pure and timid?    

Lightly taking off her shoes, her right hand pointed to the ground. When her waist slowly turned, she softly called out, "Meteor, beat the drum."    

Dong!    

Dong, dong dong dong!    

Lee Nanfang seemed to have awoken from a dream and immediately slapped his hand on the drum at his waist.    

He had never enjoyed a witch dance, had never even heard of such a dance before, and certainly did not know how to beat the drum beat.    

However, since Gracey wanted him to beat the drum, he might as well.    

Besides, Lil 'Light had said before he got on the stage that he wouldn't hit the drum, that he would hit him, that she would jump her, and not disturb him.    

But would it really be like this?    

No.    

The young man and woman who had spent many months together on the stage, from a certain point of view, had already formed a connection with each other.    

So when Lee Nanfang, who didn't know a damn thing, just randomly hit the drum, and wanted to ignore the lightness of his existence, he was soon disturbed by Lee Nanfang — bending his knees, twisting his waist, raising his hand and nodding his head, and so on. He immediately accelerated to match the beat of his drum.    

Dong!    

Dong dong, dong dong dong!    

Lee Nanfang's drumbeats became faster and stronger.    

Gradually!    

The drum beat was monotonous, dull, and without any sort of rhythm. It was like a sledgehammer, viciously smashing into the hearts of everyone present.    

Even his soul was trembling with it!    

The speed at which she was moving became faster and faster. Her breathing became heavier and her heartbeat became erratic.    

She really wanted to tell Lee Nanfang not to beat the drum so fast and not to be so forceful!    

Because she couldn't control her dance, she could only passively step on his drum beats to make the appropriate movements.    

But — She couldn't open her mouth.    

It was as if she had been drawn into an invisible whirlpool. The water pressure made it impossible for her to open her mouth.    

What made Qing Shui even more terrified was that not only was she unable to break away from Lee Nanfang's drumbeats, she was also hallucinating.    

She saw it!    

A huge black dragon was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, circling around the vortex. Its red eyes were staring at her, causing her heart to beat faster and faster.    

When her heart couldn't take it any longer, it would explode at some point!    

"I'm going to die."    

His mind was blank, and he suddenly had this thought while being completely controlled by the drum.    

A clear vortex appeared before his eyes.    

Black vortex.    

She was not even a single willow leaf in the whirling water.    

The Black Dragon's whiskers were several times longer than hers.    

The center of the black vortex turned into a huge mouth that roared.    

Dong —    

Just as he felt his heart was about to explode and die, the drum suddenly became gentle.    

In the middle of the whirlpool, a white silhouette slowly appeared.    

Was it a woman?    

Or a girl?    

He was about twenty years old. He was wearing snow-white clothes and had a slim figure. His long hair fell down over his shoulders, making him look like an extraordinary man. However, he had an arrogant expression on his face. He slightly curled his lips, raised his eyebrows and slanted his eyes — — looking at the Black Dragon.    

The originally incomparably arrogant Black Dragon immediately had a qualitative change in its aura. Looking at the white-clothed female, its eyes were incomparably gentle. Its movements were gentle as it shook its head and swayed its tail. Its roar had also become a clear and melodious dragon roar.    

All of a sudden, she gracefully walked out of the black whirlpool and entered the bright sun. On the green lawn, a small stream with a rainbow of colors was flowing around it. All kinds of butterflies were dancing in the air.    

Boom.    

Thump, thump.    

The drumbeats were light and gentle, like the hands of a lover. As they lightly caressed her light hair, it allowed her boiling blood and the uneasy Xinn'er to quickly return to normal.    

Then, she saw Lee Nanfang.    

Lee Nanfang was also looking at her, standing beside her with a gentle gaze — it was as if he was looking at a woman from his entire life.    

He walked slowly around her, just in time to catch the light dance as the drum beat down.    

Qin Se and He Ming.    

It was a perfect fit, without even a hint of awkwardness.    

This was a feeling he had never experienced before, as he had trained in Witch Dance a thousand times in his university days.    

Her eyes moved and her lips curled up into a smile as she danced in a graceful manner …    

The song ended.    

After a long while, thunderous applause rang out from the audience.    

Money, flying —    

Unknowingly, there were already thousands of people gathered in front of the stage. Their faces were raised with intoxicated expressions.    

Who said that the masses did not understand the art of appreciating elegance?    

The one who said this was only treating the soreness of the mush as elegance.    

"I must have her, tonight!"    

Zhuang Dahai, who was in the middle of the crowd, suddenly turned his head when he was about to make up his mind.    

Just now, he seemed to have caught sight of a familiar figure in the corner of his eyes.    

That figure was extremely similar to the servant girl that was standing beside Zhuang Qing, the current King You Huang of the Piaomiao Countryside, Wann Yanwu.    

It was also the woman whom he had 'beaten' his godmother many times in order to take her as his concubine, but had been repeatedly rejected by Zhuang Qing, whom Brother Dahai had never forgotten until now.