The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Uncle Sing? Can he do all five?

Emperor Dance? Cough, cough... forgive her for imagining incompetence.

The emperor's face was black and full of life's invisible slaughter. Turn around and shake your sleeves before you go.

He was dragged back by his face and his waist couldn't let go.

She smiled and raised her head: “Emperor, today is our celebration of the Shaking Light Branch. You are also a member of the Shaking Light Branch, how can you not attend! ”

The Emperor sneered: "Honjun is not! ”

He's an Imperial Emperor of the Hall of Fame. He's a member of the Shaking Light Division.

Bullshit!

After that, Your Highness will have to run when he pulls his leg.

But Muay 'allah came back.

Mu's eyes shined brightly and his face was full of cunning. “Even if you are not a member of the Rocking Light Division, you are my family! I am a student of Shaking Light, and since you are my family, you are naturally part of Shaking Light. Or is it that Lord Jung-kun wants to speak or not to abandon me? ”

Emperor: “..."

He bites his teeth and cuts them: "Jun Muyan, you don't have to go in! ”

Muang hey hey smile, she still has to go in.

“Honey, don't be shy.” Muay smiled and shook his hand. "Isn't that just dancing? Whatever it is, I'm sure it won't hurt you, my lord! ”

The emperor looked at her half-hearted and suddenly pulled up her lip corner, revealing a deep smile, “Okay, Benjun joined. But look, don't regret it for a while. ”

What does she regret?

Even so, a bad feeling suddenly appeared in Mu 'an.

Is she, like, picking up rocks and smashing herself in the foot?

Soon, all the people at large showed off what they weren't good at.

Mu Yan directly embroidered a pile of Faithful like a grass chicken.

Cold feathers don't paint much, but they make themselves colorful.

Still, Chu Qiu was the most desperate, hand-baked meat, and directly baked a dark dish with a stench.

Even Muang, the cooking waste wood, makes better things than him.

Finally, it's the two mentors' turn.

But a few people looked at each other, but no one dared to rush.

Instead, a full brush looked at Muay.

Mu Yan coughed softly and pushed the emperor, “Teacher Mo, it's your turn. ”

The Emperor stood up slowly.

In the moonlight, the face of the dead becomes more and more stunning.

I saw him step by step in front of Muang and reach out to her.

Those icy blue eyes looked instantly at the girl in front of them.

The bottom of the eye is tenacious, hot, hegemonic, but more is the gentleness of the bones.

Muang felt almost drowned in these deep eyes.

The mind tranced for a moment and then reached out to him unconsciously.

The next moment, the whole of Muyan had been emptied and dancing in the air with emperors.

Under the moon, a handsome man, with a weak girl.

The two shadows snuggle, hug and blend together.

There was no music, but they were like stepping on a beat, jumping, spinning, leaning back.

The luminous moonlight coated the two with a layer of silver glow, so beautiful and so compatible.

I can't help but envy and yearn.

A few people at the gate watched.

How could they have thought that this was how Teacher Mo danced?

It's the first time they've ever seen a dance so magical and so beautiful and romantic.