Chapter 22 An Enchanting

At the time of Hehuan**, many men like little women, because her snuggle at this time will give men an inexplicable sense of achievement. Men are always like this. What they hope to get from women is not only physical pleasure, but also spiritual.

Flower clothes, running water, powder, car bodies.

When the four merged into one, I suddenly remembered a kind of snowfish man from the back of the domain. Regardless of men and women, their silver hair hangs, and their upper body is no different from ordinary people, but they never wear any clothes. The lower body is fish-shaped and snow-white. In the sun, the scales on the body will glow with strange and dazzling colors. If you meet someone you like, you can become an adult. Snow fish people are naturally beautiful, and there is a unique mark on their bodies. If they open the mark to release their beauty, they will charm the world.

At this moment, Yin Cui is like a pile of snow fish people in the four cities of the universe. Every subtle action will lead the men who are shocked on the field, leaving a big or small **.

Yin Cui flew in the middle of the stage, her body was light and walked gently, and the water splashed many fine beads in her skin, shining. Every gesture and every look taught by Hefu was vividly interpreted by Yin Cui.

There is no decoration, no costume, and it seems that Yincui has an innate charm. Every dance is a thrill, a ghost and enchanting.

In Jingxianju, what a man needs is not such a pure peerless beauty, but a wandering lady. This is the way of survival that doesn't need to be clearly stated.

Fly Sendai seemed to shrink a little in this dance that shocked the audience. The men sitting closest to the stage couldn't help leaning against the stage, trying to make their eyes see more clearly.

From the crazy behavior of those men, it can be seen that Yin Cui is about to start her high-profile days.

Yin Cui finally drew a long arc in the air and made a closing gesture. But those men still keep their eyes in the center of the stage and seem unwilling to shift.

The edge of the stage is full of those men, Yongyong Rao. And in the middle, there is also a person, a woman, a woman in a fresh yellow gauze skirt.

Those men saw the appearance of Yin Cui, and how could they care about the fleeing silver cuckoo. She was squeezed among those people, but her eyes were clearly full of hatred. Perhaps this hatred was not towards the admiration Shuangxue who had ridiculed her before, but Yin Cui, who was once her personal maid.

Women's hatred is always stimulated in a very inadvertent state. If today, it is not Yin Cui who stands on this stage and receives everyone's favored eyes, but anyone else in Xianju, perhaps the expression of Yin Duju will not be so difficult to see. The previous pale face was suddenly covered with a layer of navy blue, and the murderous eyes seemed to devour everything in this amazing fairy residence.

"B bitch!"

People who practice martial arts are always more sensitive than ordinary people's hearing. Just like this moment, I heard the silver cuckoo secretly scolding in the middle direction of the stage in the noisy crowd.

B bitch? ...Of course, I'm talking about Yin Cui.

Every time I see such a scene, I always want to laugh inexplicably. The confrontation between women is like a funny clown performance. What kind of thing, any kind of words will appear.

Most women can't escape such a strange circle, and silver cuckoo is even more inevitable.

No, I always find something wrong, but I can't figure out what it is. The lively sound was still unbroken, and I looked at Yin Cui's face full of flattered joy. At least, her hard work was really not in vain, at least, she really succeeded.

The silver cuckoo held something in his hand, which was sharp and flashed with some dazzling light. Just now, I was stunned by this light. Does she want to attack Yin Cui, who is still barefoot**? Isn't she crazy? Aren't you afraid of being expelled from Jingxianju? Still, she no longer planned to stay in Jingxianju. At this moment, she planned to sink the boat.

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It's getting worse and worse. Is she really going to take action?

I took out a flower pen from my sleeve and prepared to break the hidden weapon of the silver cuckoo, but before I took action, I flew out a thin silk cloth on the right side of the stage, leaned across the top of everyone's heads, and then met the hidden weapons head-on, swept through the air for a while, making a sound of friction.

The hidden weapon fell to the ground with the silk cloth.

A false alarm, the silver cuckoo stayed in place and couldn't wait.

Who the hell did it? I looked to the right in front of the stage. The crowd was dense. The man who took action should have been submerged in the crowd for a long time. The person who helped in the dark seemed to be slightly better than me.

That's a master, a master taller than me.

The field calmed down again, but among the many eyes, half of them were towards the silver cuckoo, because people who were in the Jingxianju probably heard a festival between the silver cuckoo and Yin Cui. For the admired Hong and his party sitting in the most noble position upstairs, a small trick like the silver cuckoo naturally can't escape their eyes.

Ye Feihuang, the owner of the ghost-killing door, Qin Baichuan, the owner of the Tibetan Flower Pavilion, and Shi Duoguang, the owner of Qingshi City, gathered together and whispered. The dialogue between men is usually to exclude Shui Jiaojiao. What's more, Shui Jiaojiao doesn't seem to be very interested in their topics. On the contrary, she still prefers the rich food in front of her. In fact, Shui Jiaojiao has been desperately sweeping the food in front of her from the beginning. It seems that if it is slower, everything will be robbed.

At this moment, she held a greasy chicken leg in her right hand, and her left hand was not very idle, nibbling a whole salted duck. Chicken leg with salted duck, is this the most popular way to eat it nowadays? The milky white body was nibbled away by the water. I suddenly found that Shui Jiaojiao was nibbling in the position, which seemed to be a duck's buttocks.

I remembered a word called hunger and cold. The first half of the sentence was occupied by Shui Jiaojiao, and the second half of the sentence... I'm afraid Shui Jiaojiao can't find a cloth wide enough to wrap her thick chest. I also began to wonder why Shui Jiaojiao was invited to participate in this conference.

When I was 15 years old, I already knew Shui Jiaojiao and knew her heart very well. She would never be interested in any beautiful woman at the Feixian Conference. On the contrary, she likes to see ugly women and likes to be stuck in the pile of ugly women. In her words, this can highlight her unique and inherent elegance. So, she came here to see various models of men who usually can't get together.

I was a little proud of this incisive analysis. I turned my perspective and looked at Qing Muhong. He was probably the most silent one in this scene, and there was still no expression that could reveal his attitude. He just looked coldly, as if he were watching an elegant performance.

What kind of chivalrous man should come out to uphold justice at this time? Maybe it's because of the girl, or maybe I don't like those princes who call themselves heroes. I seem to pay too much attention to Qinghong and a little disgusted with his behavior. Looking at it horizontally, this man is worthy of the public, and he doesn't have the demeanor of a romantic knight.

The admiration of Shuangxue, who also admired the family, seemed to be much more active than his uncle. In her arms, she no longer admired Hong's arms. She walked more and leaned forward slightly. She only saw an orange sliding from the second floor to the center of the stage, leaving an illusory arc.

Within no deviation, she fell in front of Yin Cui.

"Hey, you have a good figure."

Admiring Shuangxue wiped the tip of his nose, pointed to Yin Cui, who was half a head taller than himself, and showed a cold smile.

It seems that there is not much hostility to that sentence.

Yin Cui seemed a little caught off guard about this sudden thing. She didn't know whether she should step forward generously at this moment and return a gift to the rare appreciation of admiring Shuangxue.

Is this girl interested in women? It's strange for Shuangxue to look at Yincui. Looking from top to bottom, doesn't Yin Cui have anything herself?

I looked at the little girl carefully and looked at her eyes constantly searching under the stage. At this moment, she changed another face, full of disgust, disdain, and even contempt.

After a while, she seemed to find something and said to the crowd, "B bitch? If Miss Yincui is a bitch, then what are you? When everyone was looking for the object of the admiration of Shuangxue's dialogue in all the boos, the admiration frost snow slipped through the corners of her mouth with a few playful and evil smiles and added leisurely, "Am I right, Miss Yin Dujuan?"

Silver cuckoo?

In the eyes of everyone, this name is a little like a different world. Everyone has forgotten that the woman who appeared in the first scene also danced a shocking dance. They can probably only remember how the silver cuckoo was kicked off the stage in the scorching eyes of the crowd at the end. A woman who has been ridiculed and trampled like this is probably not qualified to appear in people's sight again, because everyone's eyes look so surprised.

Silver cuckoo was surrounded by people and had no words, but her cheeks were hot and angry.

"Why, why do you people have to help her! What is she!"

No one expected that the silver cuckoo rushed to the table like this, raised its sleeves, and didn't care about the already messy hair, and its palm was about to fall on Yin Cui's face.

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The old topic is, although I also feel shameless to say it.

Hold tightly - the children with red tickets in their hands.

Long live, red ticket.

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