Chapter 389 Fairy! No, Witch!

Jingle bell, Jingle bell, as if playing some movement.

She was born beautiful, but now she has deliberately put on makeup. There is a flame-shaped flower tin between her eyebrows, which makes her eyes more like flowing water waves.

Black hair in red clothes, snow skin in red clothes, like a group of burning flames, and like a witch of fire falling into the mortal world, whose eyes lighted up?

Everyone was waiting for her performance as if they were waiting for a joke, but when they saw her like this, everyone held their breath!

The noble children have seen many beautiful women in their lives.

Even if they meet an angel, they can remain calm. It is difficult for any girl to make their hearts move just by her looks.

But at this moment, Ning Xuemo made their hearts tremble, and they could hardly look away, not even the girl sitting next to them.

Before dancing, the audience was already amazed.

The girls who were seated with them secretly clenched their fists. The woman who proposed to let Ning Xuemo dance was even more regretful to the point where her bowels turned blue!

Han Shanyue sat there, seeing her like this, her fingers slowly clenched in her sleeves!

Eight out of ten people's eyes were focused on her slender feet, which were curved like the moon, her toenails were pink and pearly.

During the banquet, there was the sound of a man's throat choking, and some people had already stood up in a gaffe.

Emperor Lexuan's heart also seemed to have been electrocuted, and it jumped a few times!

He knew that Ning Xuemo was beautiful, but he didn't expect her to be so beautiful!

Especially with her outfit, every move will hook people's souls away, in this instant, I can't wait to die for her!

stunner! No, fairy! No, witch!

"Xuemo, what dance are you doing?" Emperor Lexuan felt a little dry in his voice.

"Feitian." Ning Xuemo spat out two words.

Although everyone didn't understand what Feitian was, they felt for no reason that the dance of the girl in front of them would be shocking...

Ning Xuemo turned around and started to jump.

In her previous life, she sang and danced well, including jazz dance, hip-hop, classical dance, and even pole dance.

But this Feitian dance was realized by her in a dream. At that time, she traveled to Dunhuang and saw the Feitian murals. After returning, she had a dream. In the dream, a girl in red was dancing gracefully. Bounce the lute and sing.

When she woke up, she remembered the dance steps, but forgot the lyrics that the woman sang, and at least remembered the tune of the lute.

Because of this dream, she happily went to learn the pipa for a while. Now it comes in handy.

The big string is as noisy as a torrential rain, and the small string is like a whisper.

Noisily cut the wrong bullets, big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate.

Between Guan Yingyu's flower bottom is slippery, and it is difficult to swim under the ice

This is Bai Juyi's pipa tour. At this time, Ning Xuemo's pipa sound is also fitting. The song seems to come from the sky, making everyone immersed in the music.

And the beauty of her dancing posture has made the dancers beside Hou lose their voices.

Her waist is extremely soft, and every movement of her hands and feet is breathtaking, even the most picky dancer can't pick out the slightest fault.

She danced in a red dress in the hall, then bent down and turned, and then flew like a lift, like a flower blooming in the spring breeze, like a phoenix nirvana in flames...

The silver bell hanging from her body rhythmically rang in harmony with the sound of the lute, surprisingly harmonious and pleasant to the ear.