Chapter 281 The emotion of poetry, the beauty of dance, and the movement of sound.
For a time, the scene was extremely lively.
I appreciate it without realizing it.
Ji Jing calmly collected the plum fruits, put them into the storage ring, walked to Zi Han, "Here you go."
In the palm of his hand, there was a storage ring filled with plums.
Seeing this, Zi Han was slightly stunned, and then said helplessly, "I'm just kidding, how can I ask for your things? I can just take what I want."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Mo Sheng on the stage spoke, but the words were not addressed to Ji Jing, but to Zi Han, "We Shaoling Masters rarely have friends, and this girl is the first one I have met. ”
As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes turned to Zi Han.
Crescent plain clothes, three feet of blue hair fluttering in the wind, exuding a touch of coldness, the body is slender and thin, looking a little skinny, the skin is as white as jade, there is a hint of melancholy in the eyebrows, and the lip line is lightly pursed, It seems a bit casual.
Just standing there is so beautiful.
Someone looked at Mo Li subconsciously, and it seemed that in terms of appearance, this woman could be compared with Mo Li.
The most important thing is her temperament. Although she doesn't seem to have a high level of cultivation, just standing there gives people a sense of nobility, coldness and ease. Her every move is very casual, but she always gives people an extremely elegant look. illusion.
Some people's eyes lit up, such a woman is certainly good.
Mo Li and the others can't get it, but they might have a chance with such a lowly woman.
In just that moment, many men dressed up and wanted to step forward, but they were glanced at by Zi Han and stopped instantly.
The eyes were not scary or cold, but very indifferent, as if they were looking into the air. It seemed that they would never be able to enter this woman's eyes. Even though her strength was low, they were much stronger than her, but inexplicably, her footsteps could no longer be lifted. rise.
A very strange feeling.
Zi Han looked at Ji Mo Sheng on the stage indifferently. Although the distance was not far, it was not close either. From her point of view, the person was the size of a teacup.
However, the monk's eyesight is very good. She glanced at Ji Mo Sheng, her expression was indifferent, her voice was a little elegant, and it sounded extremely magnetic, "I am also extremely honored."
A simple word, but it gave her a very indescribable feeling.
The look on the silence on the side is a little strange, it feels weird, it feels like a pretense.
Of course, this feeling can only be felt by those who are familiar with Zihan. As for those who are not familiar with Zihan, they feel that this person is humble and polite~~~
"Haha, girl, hurry up and let the plum blossom fall. I also want to see how beautiful the girl is." Ji Mosheng said this, but in his heart, he wanted to see Zi Han's strength.
On the surface, her strength is too weak.
At this time, Mo Li had the opportunity to stare directly at Zi Han, a pair of beautiful eyes showing a little inquisition and a little interest.
That gaze was obviously too obvious. Following the gaze, Zi Han raised her eyes and met those eyes. For a moment, she was stunned.
I have never seen such beautiful eyes. They are like a deep black hole and bright stars. Together they are the stars in an extremely deep black hole
What kind of metaphor is that? It's like the brightest and most dazzling star in the night sky, which makes people feel depressed just by looking at it.
The two looked at each other for what seemed like a long time, but in fact it was only a moment. Zi Han turned his eyes lightly. She couldn't see through this woman.
Immediately, everyone saw her slowly raising her hand. The hand was white and slender, the nails were trimmed and rounded, and the fingers were as soft and lubricated as pearls. Some people thought that it would be great if they could touch this hand.
Suddenly, a golden light slowly condensed on the fingertips, so dazzling.
A tiny star condensed in the hand, with a flick of the fingertips, the tiny star instantly cut through the night sky, lighting up the dark night, bang.
A majestic and majestic sound came, and the stars exploded, like fireworks, slowly across the night.
This sound shocked everyone's hearts, and they were inexplicably attracted to the stars.
What a nice view. Everyone looked up. Although the stars exploded like fireworks, they did not disappear. They seemed to be one with the stars in the sky, but they were even brighter than those stars.
At this time, a somewhat melancholy and lonely voice came.
"Who, hold my hand, and arrest my madness for half my life."
The stars in the sky were neither light nor heavy and shattered into pieces, making a sound like drumming, like playing music.
A soft echo echoes and spreads.
The poetic sentences and the sound of stars made everyone look instantly obsessed.
It’s the obsession with that sentence, yes, who can hold my hand and curb my madness for half my life.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The stars exploded one after another and made sounds, which seemed to have a faint rhythm.
"Who, kiss my eyes and cover my half-life wandering." His voice became hoarse and depressed at this moment, and his eyes were a little sad.
Everyone, including the female nuns, looked at this woman and seemed to be fascinated by her. The sad words were so beautiful.
"Who caress my face and comforts my sorrow for half a lifetime."
Everyone looked at Zi Han with fascination in their eyes, but they saw her figure moving slowly, and she had taken a sword in her hand at some point.
"Who, with my heart, melts the ice of my half life."
Brush, the sound of breaking wind came in the air, the figure jumped up, rotated, stepped, and the clothes were floating.
Holding the sword in his hand, he danced the Star Sword very gracefully in the air. Every move and every move contained the art of the sword.
And this sword dance seems to have merged with the sound in the air.
"Who, hold my shoulders and drive me into silence for the rest of my life."
The stars began to explode in a hurry, with a slight nervousness and hesitation.
"Who calls my heart and covers me with a cry of joy."
The figure in the air became slow at this moment, as if she was extremely sad, and her expression also became melancholy and sad at this moment.
"Who would abandon me and leave me alone for the rest of my life?"
This sentence made countless people look sad and sad. They looked at the beautiful woman who seemed a little sad at the moment. Who would abandon you?
"Who can understand my intention and make me have no regrets in this life?"
This sentence seems to be excessive.
"Who can help me, I will be unparalleled in the world!" In just a moment, the sad expression turned into overwhelming heroic ambition. In an instant, the dancing sword became as sharp and unrestrained as a hero in the world, extremely free and easy.
There was also a trace of majestic momentum on the body, and the explosions accelerated rapidly.
Bang bang bang bang! ! !
After speeding up, it gradually slows down. After the passion, there is endless crazy attachment
"Who can give me my heart? An inch of land is like a void."
This voice was lonely and lonely, as if she was alone in the world, lonely and helpless.
brush.
The figure suddenly fell to the ground, and bang, the last star in the sky exploded, and the scene became quiet at this moment.
Her expression became helpless, Cang Liao, the hero is pitiful and unknown
"Who can bury my sorrow and laugh at the vanity of the world and my heart?" The last sentence reveals the sorrow, helplessness and madness of all heroes.
(End of chapter)