Under the moonlight, that... disgusting figure in a white dress began to dance.
His thick arms slid down dexterously, and his muscular legs were straight out. Coupled with his shy expression, he was really charming.
Weslin danced his "Four Little Swans" to his heart's content, and as his dancing posture drifted, the ability called: ballet dance, the ability that has never been valued by everyone, finally appeared tonight
, blooming with its disgusting and powerful light.
The huge bright moon hangs in the corner of the night sky. The moonlight is as gentle as water. Under the moonlight, a pervert dances shyly.
If the person dancing at this moment is Qianqian or Miss Yiyi, this scene will naturally be extremely poetic and pleasing to the eye, but...
"Wow!" Lao Wei slid his arms above his head and turned around lightly, revealing his thick and broad back, with extremely clear muscle lines and ravines.
"Brush!" Lao Wei gently hooked his legs, and the golden leg hair was trembling in the wind.
"Huh!" Lao Wei tilted his head slightly, his masculine face pretending to be charming.
"Ugh..." Huang Xiaobei couldn't bear it anymore. He held his knees and vomited wildly, thinking that he wouldn't be able to look directly at the handsome face of that foreign devil for at least a month.
Lao Wei danced affectionately, waving his limbs affectionately, performing his own ballet. I have to say that today is indeed a good opportunity. Lao Wei finally has the opportunity to wear a dance skirt, and he finally has the opportunity to dance.
, the perverted desires that have been suppressed all over my body can finally be released in a legitimate way tonight!
"Wow!" Weslin's legs were tense, and his thick waist was like a water snake, stroking his two hairy legs affectionately.
Under the moonlight, that carefully decorated face was filled with love for dance and women's clothing.
Even though there is no soundtrack, even if only Weslin dances silently, at this moment, as the disgusting figure jumps and dances wantonly, the classic "Four Little Swans" appears in the depths of everyone's minds.
Under everyone's gaze, Lao Wei stretched his arms gracefully and made a very standard big jump. At the same time, he said "Ah~"
The surroundings were quiet, extremely quiet. No one called him a pervert anymore, and no one shouted "Give me a knife!" because everyone present was deeply attracted by the figure in the white dress. There was no disgust in his eyes, no
All negative emotions should be eliminated, and some are just deep appreciation and admiration.
The blood servants rushed towards Lao Wei little by little. They walked very slowly, very slowly. The bloodthirsty light in their eyes gradually disappeared and gradually turned into a confused look.
"Ouch."
The blood servants, together with the broken limbs on the ground, all gathered in front of Weslin who was dancing to his heart's content. They looked at it infatuatedly. Everyone was watching infatuatedly. The roars in their mouths no longer neighed. On the contrary,
, extremely gentle.
As Lao Wei's dance became more affectionate and seductive, not only these blood servants, but also the two blood servants from Vanzhuo Academy came to Weslin at this moment, quietly admiring it, with a faint hanging in the corner of his eyes.
Smiling and obsessed?
Huang Xiaobei looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment. He looked at Weslin who was not far away and attracted countless people. Looking at the obsession on the faces of the blood servants, Huang Xiaobei almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Damn, do these people have any sense of aesthetics! Although that foreign devil’s dance is pretty good, you guys can actually look at that face? Aren’t you afraid of nightmares at night?!
Especially when Huang Xiaobei saw Chu Zifeng and the Demon Party warrior who had been slashing at each other with knives, the two of them actually stopped now? And they actually appeared in the crowd of people watching? They were also looking at each other crazily.
Look?! Huang Xiaobei almost turned a big somersault.
What the hell?! Would a scum like Chu Zifeng be confused by Wei Silin’s dance?!
Soon after, Qianqian squeezed into a group of blood servants and looked at her with envy. Next to her was a pretty figure in black robe, who was obviously Xiaolan.
At this moment, as Weslin's dance deepened and his movements became more graceful, everyone except Huang Xiaobei Karl, Brother Maozi who could not move, and Clinton were attracted by Weslin.
Everyone looked at the figure in the white dress with fascination, and a group of people's heads swayed rhythmically to Weslin's dance, and even the broken limbs on the ground followed suit.
Swinging left and right.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa."
A group of demon party elites and secret party elites looked at Weslin, a pervert dressed in women's clothing, dancing ballet like fools. At the same time, they kept making sounds of admiration. Even the bloody limbs of the bloody servants on the ground, those arms, thighs and half a head, these
For a while, he was shaking his body rhythmically on the ground.
Subconsciously rubbing his eyes, Huang Xiaobei wondered if he had some hallucination.
Mom, is it possible that the world has changed? Is it possible that perverts in women's clothing are popular in this world now? Otherwise, why would such a weird scene appear in Mao Mao!
Speaking of those fingers and thighs, do you have eyes? Why are you joining in the fun?
At this time, Karl, who had always had his back to Weslin, smiled and patted Huang Xiaobei's shoulder and said, "Senior, don't be surprised, you know? Now everyone is confused by Senior Weslin. It can be said that
It's hypnosis. It's no exaggeration to say that the only thing they see now is the dancing appearance of Senior Weslin, which means that even if the world is destroyed now, they will not take their eyes away from Senior Weslin, they will just keep looking at it like this.
Unless Senior Wesley stops dancing, it will take about ten minutes for everyone to wake up from the hypnosis."
Huang Xiaobei suddenly grasped the key point of Karl's words.
"You mean, even if we stab these blood servants to death now, they won't resist?"
Karl smiled brightly, "Yes, and they will not close their eyes until they die, and their eyes will always stay on Senior Weslin's dancing body."
Huang Xiaobei said nothing because he needed to calm down his mood.
He never expected that Huang Xiaobei really never expected that Weslin, the guy who pretends to be a grandson and is a first-rate flatterer, would actually be so powerful?! This is like suddenly knowing that you have been poor since you were a child.
Being gay is actually as shocking as a billionaire's.
His eyes were once again cast on the people in front of him who were confused by Weslin. This time, Huang Xiaobei began to observe carefully, and this time, he suddenly discovered that although those people seemed to be attracted by Weslin's dancing appearance
But in fact, their eyes were very empty. Qianqian and the blood servants even had idiotic smiles on their lips, obviously falling into some deep hypnotic state.
Just like Karl said, they were not attracted by Weslin's dance, but hypnotized by Weslin's dance!
Huang Xiaobei couldn't believe it to the extreme.
Are you mistaken? Is this foreign devil so powerful? His move can be regarded as killing someone invisible.
Karl pushed up the frame of his sunglasses and said with a smile, "Senior, don't forget, Senior Weslin is from the North American branch. Even in the academy, he was ranked in the top ten back then. How could he be as good as he seemed?
Simple? What’s more, he is a person recognized by Minister Siris. You must know that this time he comes to China, he is in the same group as Minister Siris, which explains the problem. "
Huang Xiaobei was silent, and secretly decided in his heart that he would be nicer to Lao Wei in the future, stop beating and scolding casually, and be more respectful.
Although this foreign devil is a pervert in cross-dressing, he is a very powerful pervert in cross-dressing.
At this time, Huang Xiaobei suddenly remembered something and turned to look at the rosy Karl beside him, "Hey? You, are you okay?"
Karl smiled slightly and said nothing. After changing the magazines and clips of his two guns, Karl strode forward.
Staring across the road, Clinton lowered his head and tried his best to resist Weslin's confusion. Carl smiled, then suddenly increased his speed and rushed towards Clinton. At the same time, he raised the two guns in his hands in an instant!
"Bang bang bang."
The Desert Eagle sprayed out scorching fire and went straight to Clinton's heart! Clinton, who lowered his head and forced himself not to look at Weslin, felt something as early as the first time Carl fired.
He nimbly dodged to the side, but two bullets still penetrated his left arm!
"Your injury?!" Even though he had guessed something, it could be seen that Karl, who was still coughing up blood before, was actually charging towards him in full force at this moment. Even though Clinton was mentally prepared, he was shocked and speechless at this moment.
.
"Yes, I have recovered, so I'm sorry, you can't leave today." Carl's pupils hidden under his sunglasses flashed a faint blue light, which was the light of the magic eye!
Holding his left arm that was bleeding continuously, Clinton looked around uncertainly, at the blood servants who were all confused by Weslin, and at the man who disappeared without knowing when. Even though he was unwilling, Clinton had no choice but to
Gritting his teeth, he quickly sank into the ground and decisively withdrew from the battlefield.
If it were just Wesley, Clinton wouldn't have left.
If Carl only recovers from his injuries, Clinton may consider taking away the Mao Zi brothers, Huang Xiaobei and Chu Qianqian, but... if Carl not only recovers from his injuries, but also regains his magic eye, then what will happen to him?
There is only one way in front of you - run!
Haha, I was so careless. I was so careless that I ignored Weslin. I was so careless that I ignored the seriously injured Karl. It was really... It was a fair defeat.
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Standing at the place where Clinton disappeared, Karl frowned slightly, seeming to be confused. But soon, he suddenly remembered something and turned around quickly.
Looking at the empty ground behind him, Karl exhaled softly, seeming to understand why Clinton ran away so simply.
Because at some point, that burly figure had disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, Karl cast his gaze behind Weslin who was dancing. Sure enough, Tang Seng, who was standing behind Weslin and scattering pieces of paper, didn't know where he was at this moment.
Thinking about all this, Karl frowned, but his brows soon relaxed.
This is not something he can manage, nor is it something he can ask. What's more, there are more important things waiting for him now.
Seeing Carl knocking Clinton away with two shots, Huang Xiaobeima sneaked over, stood next to Carl, looked around and said, "Hey? Where is the person? Did you beat him away?"
Karl smiled and nodded, and said softly, "Yes..." Karl's voice stopped abruptly, because at this time, the blue light in his eyes was disappearing little by little, and he felt the magic eyes being absorbed into his body.
The unknown force was quickly sealed, and the expression on Karl's face froze instantly.
After a long time, Karl sighed.
Although it is divine blood, it is still too little. Only half a drop can help you recover from your injuries, let alone help you break through the seal of the evil eye in a short period of time.
But the expression on Karl's face became more solemn.
What exactly is the potion in the hands of the devil party that can seal our abilities? Even the divine blood can't completely dissolve its effect? This is really...
"My body has recovered. Coupled with the sudden appearance of Senior Weslin, the demon party has no advantage at all. It is reasonable for him to choose to withdraw. Senior, can you please drag those blood servants to the road now?"
Centrally, pile them up, don't worry, they won't resist now and will do whatever you want."
Huang Xiaobei suddenly became unhappy when he heard that Karl actually started to order him to work.
"I'm going to work as a coolie, what are you going to do?"
With a slight smile, Carl pointed the two guns in his hands at Xiaolan, who was already deeply confused by Weslin.
"I'm going to kill someone, do you want to help me?" (To be continued)