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Mrs. Fanghua, however, was obliged to insist on seeing it, so that once Yang Chen became obsessed, he could be firmly controlled by Mrs. Fanghua and could no longer escape.

The reason why Lady Fanghua doesn't have to be strong, is to be the legendary old demon about to fly up, and the second is to have Yang Chen willing.

So many means have been used to do this willingness. As long as she didn't proactively use Heavenly Demon Dance to confuse Yang Chen, even if the old demon wanted to get into trouble with her, there was no reason.

Now Yang Chen actually offered to watch the celestial demon dance. This is her own death. Lady Fanghua can not be distracted. Even if the old demon has trouble in the future, he can use Yang Chen himself to plug it.

“Why don't you get ready?” Yang Chen turned to look at Lady Fanghua and scolded with a faint smile.

“Yes, son!” Mrs. Fanghua looked at Yang Chen's expression and determined that he was not joking, and finally bowed down: “The slaves are going to prepare. ”

Less than a moment of kung fu, Yang Chen had more than a dozen young women who appeared to be ordinary people. Compared to the women who wore the veil before, the women had hardly repaired it, and the makeup on their faces was very clear, with an unexpected glow of naivety in their eyes, totally unlike any master.

The sound of silk and bamboo changed before these new ladies started dancing. Those who had stayed here to serve them, they brushed down to bow to Lady Fanghua and then turned back out of the lobby.

In the room, only Master Yang Chen Sun Ling and the original five female slaves were left, along with Lady Fanghua and these new arrivals. The dining table has also been removed, revealing an empty hall.

“Please judge the son!” A dozen women dancers brushed to bow to Yang Chen before taking their place in the lobby, slowly dancing with the sound of bamboo.

These new women dancers, unlike the women before them, were wearing a light veil all over their bodies, but the packaging was solid and the dance appeared in a very pleasant and pleasing manner, without a hint of flavor.

I don't know where the silk and bamboo sounds, it also seems to be very peaceful, a dance with great elegance.

After only looking at it for a moment, Sun Ling's face revealed a doubtful and divine color. She couldn't understand how to get everyone to talk about the Tiger Tiger Demon Dance like this.

If that's what you call a gorgeous dance, what are those young girls who barely dance together?

Just wanted to ask Mrs. Yang Chen if they were mistaken, but Sun Ling suddenly discovered that Yang Chen actually looked at these dance gestures in Jinjin with a smell, and his eyes didn't blink.

Yang Chen was willing to trust Grandson Ling absolutely, even to put his own life on hold to trust him. Yang Chen's performance shows that the magic dance is not simple. Gong Sun Ling also suppressed his doubts and began to pay serious attention to those dance gestures.

After the half-pillar fragrance, the silk bamboo started to change slowly, and the dancing golden dancing girls had a little more ambiguous posture. In the lobby, a faint stream of women gasped tirelessly, as if they were tired of the dance.

After a while, the dancers seemed more tired, gasping more closely, and some fine sweat beads began to appear on their heads, with some more bloody redness on their faces.

The atmosphere began to change as if at this time, the dancers were tired and feeling a little hot. The tight, solid robe that had just been concealed was also pulled away quietly by the collar, revealing a white crisp chest and a corner of the belly pockets.

The fragrance on her daughter's body also slightly dissipates as her body sweats, slowly diffusing in the lobby. Dark fragrances surge and the hall takes a little extra time.

Even if they have been staring at these dancers, Sun Ling didn't notice when they secretly pulled the collar. And as the dance moves into good shape, the dancers' collars seem to be getting bigger and bigger, almost half-breasted.

Suddenly, a dancer seemed to be tripped by something, crooked, undead, and a dancer next to her could be too tired to accidentally step on her undercover corner. With a bang, the crooked dancer's clothes were ripped straight out of a big mouth, revealing almost half his body.

The poor dancer was almost instantly busy trying to cover his naked body with the only piece of clothing left on his body, but the rest was too small to cover. The most disturbing thing is that in the busy cover of her hands and feet, she has to dance with everyone's dance posture, and the scenery flashes wonderfully over time.

The dancer was anxious to almost cry out, the deep emotion on his face, I saw the pity, probably afraid of Mrs. Fanghua's lewdness, but the dance gesture did not dare to pause, I could only cover it up secretly. But the more so, the more emotional it is to be seen.

One person moves in a mess and immediately affects the others. Rah, another sound, another dancer's clothes ripped open. The whole movement as such is in disarray.

In an instant, all the dancers appeared in their faces in horror and seemed to face terrible punishment after the jump. But the chaos had begun, but no one could restore the original neatness. After a few moves, the third dancer was tripped by a cloth strip on the ground, his body twisted, and he fell to Yang Chen's side, just under Yang Chen's feet.

“Son, help me!” When the panicked dancer raised his head, it appeared in front of Sun Ling's eyes, but it was a pear blossoming face with rain, a hurried expression, the opening rapidly put out several mouth shapes but dared not make any noise. Sun Ling can still guess the words of the dancer by relying on her mouth.

In a moment, Sun Ling's sympathy rose and couldn't help but reach out and pull the woman up. The woman may have sprained her ankle while falling, just fell on the ground, and fell softly into the arms of Sun Ling.

Gong Sun Ling's hands quickly held the woman's hand, ate the breath on the woman, as if ghosts made the gods worse, actively held the woman's slim waist, reached out and wiped away the tears on the woman's face, actively kissed the woman's cherry lips, softly consoling: “Don't be afraid, I'm here. ”

“Alas!” Yang Chen sighed, sounding heavily in the ears of Sun Ling. Gong Sun Ling's head shook and woke up violently.

The poor woman was still in her arms, but Sun Ling no longer had that sympathy. She felt like a beautiful snake and suddenly pushed her weight out.

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