The third young lady held a sprig of sweet-scented osmanthus in her hand, and walked lightly into the courtyard. The bright moon was in the sky, and the light was silent. She gently turned around and danced under the moon. Her graceful figure suddenly made her look like someone in a fairyland!
She is so naturally charming, with her soft and slender waist, crystal clear skin, and an appearance that is almost neither mortal nor immortal, she looks like a banshee in the world!
That frown, smile, raise of hand, and turn of eyebrow can make people fascinated!
Huang Beiyue looked at the dance, almost mesmerized, and was so caught up in it that he couldn't take his eyes away from her. She just felt that she would just fall into it like this for the rest of her life.
This feeling is terrifying. She has never felt like this in all her years as a killer. She clearly knows that this feeling is wrong and will kill her, but she just can't control herself!
"Be careful, it's just charm, a kind of illusion, it's very powerful." Nightmare's rambling voice suddenly sounded in her heart, like an alarm bell.
Huang Beiyue immediately had a glimmer of clarity in her mind, and she immediately held on tightly, secretly getting in touch with the beasts in her body, traces of black energy immediately rose from the source of symbols in her body, and slowly the limbs and bones of the victim flowed
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The limp body slowly regained consciousness. Huang Beiyue frowned and sighed in her heart. How dangerous!
Nightmare smiled and said: "It's strange. This charm should only be effective on men. How come you, a woman, are so fascinated?"
Seizing the opportunity to laugh at her, Xiang was never willing to miss it at all. Who let this girl always suppress him?
"Go away!" Huang Beiyue gritted her teeth in her heart and said, "If you are obsessed with men, how come you are not fascinated? Are you not a man? Are you the third type of person?"
Nightmare was choked immediately. If you could see his face at this time, he must be so angry that he turned blue!
"Humph, I won't save you next time!" Xiang was very unhappy!
"If you don't save me, you can just wait to die!" Huang Beiyue raised her eyebrows. The feeling of bullying Xi was the most refreshing!
Nightmare groaned and complained in a low voice. At this moment, Huang Beiyue raised her head again and looked at the woman dancing happily in the moonlight.
Her dance is definitely not soft and graceful. Although the gauze is graceful and the black hair is flying, the movement and stillness are very powerful!
The silver bell on her ankle made a crisp sound. Every dance step she made was based on the sound of the silver bell. Her spin and look back were all very powerful!
This dance is like the dance of death in Indian mythology. It is beautiful, but it also exudes an aura of despair and chilling!
The fragrance of osmanthus is intoxicating, but it is the smell of death!
Huang Beiyue squinted her eyes for a while, then took out the jade flute that had not been played for a long time from the ring, put it to her lips, and blew gently.
At first, the sound of the flute was very soft, misty and ethereal, like fairy music coming from the horizon, lingering in my heart and unable to go away.
When the third lady heard the sudden laughter, her eyes flickered slightly, and she continued to dance freely, as if she only belonged to the world under the moon, and all the other chaos and annoyance had nothing to do with her.
The sound of Huang Beiyue's flute also became more intense, crossing the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and instantly arrived on the cruel battlefield!
Thousands of troops and horses, trampled by iron hooves, the rivers of blood and the mountains of corpses, carry whose eternal fame and hegemony!
