However, if you want to win Princess Anjing, even if this dance is not enough, Long Ming may have been waiting for her. So, when the surprise brought by Jinghong Dance is not enough, Mo Zhuyue even combined Jinghong Dance with
The neon dance is beautifully combined, and it is the most difficult one. The swan geese are flying in the sky, turning around and turning into a flying butterfly. That dance, the neon dance, is simply weak.
And everyone sitting there was dumbfounded.
What kind of butterfly is that? Mo Zhuyue was obviously wearing a royal blue dress, but when they were dancing, they saw a colorful butterfly dancing in the middle of the dance floor.
Even Princess Jingjing on the side was dumbfounded. At the same time, her body was trembling. Mo Zhuyue... actually saw through all the steps of her colorful dance with just one glance. He could fool her into thinking with just one glance.
The proud neon dress dance came out easily, and the most difficult part, she danced surprisingly calmly.
If, if she and Mo Zhuyue were not opponents today, she would definitely worship Mo Zhuyue as her teacher and ask her for advice.
However, after her dance today, she knew that she had lost everything, lost, completely...
She thought that the stunning neon dress dancer who was the most beautiful in the world was the best in the world. It turned out that the pride she was so proud of was nothing to Mo Zhuyue.
She knew that after Long Ming agreed to help her bear witness with Mo Zhuyue, he would say that she won no matter what. But it was a pity that this match was a complete defeat, without even a chance to win back a victory.
.
When Mo Zhuyue's dancing skirt stopped, the competition ended, and everyone had almost forgotten to applaud, still unable to recover from the shock of the dance just now.
Long Canghao proudly came to Mo Zhuyue's side from his seat, and proudly held Mo Zhuyue's waist, with deep pride in his eyes, and a doting smile on his lips.
"Yueer, you are so beautiful."
Long Canghao couldn't help praising his wife. Even he couldn't escape being captivated by her dancing skills in that dance just now. He had known for a long time that there were many sides of her that he didn't understand, and every side of her was fascinating.
It made his heart beat. The more he learned about her, the deeper his obsession with her became and he couldn't extricate himself.
Mo Zhuyue smiled and nestled in his arms shyly: "I only dance for you."
Long Canghao hugged him with a smile, but suddenly he held Mo Zhuyue in his arms and came to Princess Jingjing, who had been standing stunned for a long time. Suddenly, before everyone could react, Long Canghao waved his big hand, and everyone was stunned.
No action was seen, and the next moment, Princess Jingjing screamed wailing.
An arm was thrown in the air in a perfect arc, and then it lay bloody in the center of the imperial garden. The splashing blood confused everyone's eyes, and some even splashed on the faces of those present.
On the body.
Suddenly, the Royal Garden recalled the screams of many rich ladies. Princess Jingjing fell to her knees on the ground, one arm was missing, and her eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
There was a bloodthirsty expression on Long Canghao's face: "I took the fruit of Yue'er's victory for her."
"No--"
Princess Jingjing's desperate voice came, why, why was Long Canghao the one who attacked her.