Chapter 63: Allure Dance

Han Fei didn't know that she had been analyzed up and down by the person from the system. At this moment, she was looking in a certain direction with anger.
hateful!
Male god, say yes to ignore these vulgar fans!
Said to be noble and glamorous, not touching the original intention!
Don’t you know how to look at beauties with your eyes!
Haven't you been indifferent all the time!
Why do you want to be straight now! hook! hook! Keep staring at others!
Han Fei was not happy anymore. The small handkerchiefs in her hand were all torn apart, as simple as tearing vegetable leaves. She didn't even realize that she was a little bit like a grudge.
Li Xiangjun next to him couldn't help but move away, his face turned pale and looked at the handkerchief in Han Fei's hand, and swallowed. This, sister Fei's hands are really strong. Fortunately, she usually holds her. She was a lot gentler when she was, otherwise she must be like that cloth strip!
In his heart, Li Xiangjun raised Han Fei's position a bit higher, and hinted that he would be able to speak in the future and would never do anything with sister Fei!
Outside, almost all the guests stuck their eyes on Han Yan.
It's not that you have never seen a beauty, but such a pure and pure beauty is rare!
Especially when Han Yan played, there seemed to be a scent of orchids in the air, which made people fascinated.
"Host, the Supernatural Incense has been activated, please come on for the host!"
"Ok."
Han Yan swept around slowly, closed her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, her expression changed. It was a noble expression like a god.
Han Fei's mood was a little nervous. She looked at Han Yan straightforwardly. It was a charm that even she couldn't help but indulge in. Before she knew it, the faint orchid fragrance spread to the tip of her nose. know.
In an instant, there was a sharp pain in her head, and then an overly strong scent came to her nose. Han Fei frowned, reached out and pinched her nose, trying to reduce the smell.
After taking a big sip just now, she smelled the faint fascinating fragrance inside. It was a kind of medicinal fragrance that could make people feel paralyzed, but how could Han Yan have such a fragrance? !
For the first time, Han Fei was wary of her cheap sister. Thinking of her previous state, even she could not fully distinguish all the ingredients of this charming fragrance, which shows that the method of blending is very clever!
Even Han Fei was recruited by herself, not to mention the people in the room. After sweeping the past, almost most of them showed a fascinating expression, except for a bunch of men who were dressed more hardy and trained at the end. Apart from being sober, almost the entire scene was under Han Yan's control.
This trick is so ruthless!
Han Fei subconsciously looked in the direction of the male god, praying that the male would not be charmed! Never be charmed!
However, there is a short, chubby, big-bellied man. At first glance, the high-ranking official whose body was hollowed out by a woman has been fascinated at this moment. Half of his body is lying on the desk and stretched out. When I went to see Han Yan on the round stage, the plump body easily blocked Han Fei's sight of the male god.
Damn it!
Han Fei has the heart to kill him!
Bastard! Get out! Return my male god!
Han Fei was so angry that she could not see the male gods after changing up and down postures, but when she thought that male gods would show an obsessive expression to Han Yan like these stinky men, she thought irritably To hit someone!
The irritable Han Fei completely forgot. The silk ribbon she gave to Qin Che was soaked with rare medicinal materials. It was enough to resist the ordinary miasma aroma, even if this charm aroma was overbearing, but it was slowing down a few times. Minutes later, Qin Che's eyes were completely clear, but at the same time, the emotions in it darkened.
It was a hostility hidden in the dark.
There was a flash of hostility, no one saw it.
Han Fei raised her toes, and after paying the price of almost twisting her toes, she could only see the tip of the male god’s head. She lowered her head in despair, and filled her heart a hundred times for the male to drool at Han Yan. The scene.
Because even Han Fei has to admit...Han Yan is beautiful, and that beauty is something that can be seen in the crowd. Han Fei even thought, if the person who accepted this task was Han Yan, maybe The male had already conquered it, how could she be like she is now, struggling to jump up and down like a beaming clown.
A burst of smart music sounded, and Han Yan slowly opened her hands. After she opened her hands, she saw that the long sleeves were hanging down and merged into a scene of blue clouds rising into the sky, like a blue crane.
There was a burst of inhalation.
Han Fei makes a fist, what a scheming woman!
With hands lightly raised and her neck raised, Han Yan, who has both deity and shape, seems to be transformed into a white crane with wings spreading out. The charming figure is ethereal, and the long hem is not cumbersome, and there is no obstacle to her. The footsteps are more like the tail feathers, dancing gracefully.
Han Fei cursed again, isn't it just a bird! Don't be fooled by a bird!
Han Yan smiled enchantingly, and the dance suddenly became fierce. The white crane, which was originally misty and celestial, fell instantly and became the bewitching goblin. Her graceful figure was easily twisted into an enchanting posture, and her light and graceful dance steps seemed to step on people. On the apex of his heart, he is provoking people's nerves.
The crowd looked straight, reluctant to take a step away, even Qin Huang, who was originally indifferent on the high platform, put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at the woman on the round platform with an expression of appreciation.
The queen on the side glanced at the most noble emperor in the world beside her without a trace, and then at Han Yan, who was extremely graceful on the round stage. An unexplained expression circulated in her eyes, her hands clenched tightly. .
The music changed again, and the charming dancing posture also followed. Han Yan bent her waist, closed her eyes, folded her hands on her chest, and an atmosphere of sadness gradually overflowed.
She gently fiddled with her slender hands, with an undesirable charm in her eyebrows. This charm filled her dance with emotion, as if she had a soul, and the music became lower and lower. He squatted down a little bit and curled up in a ball. People who were incited couldn't wait to hug the woman on the stage cruelly in his arms, showing affection.
When the last sound of music suddenly rose, Han Yan slowly stood up, she finally opened her eyes, her moist eyes seemed to have a look of despair, and a faint teardrop hung on her eyelashes. The tremor slowly fell, and this tear seemed to fall on the lake of hearts of everyone, ripples in circles.
The music stopped, and once the dance was over, the whole scene fell into a dead silence.
Han Yan panted slightly, and quietly showed a beautiful smile, dissolving the original atmosphere of grief.
There was a roar, and a burst of deafening applause sounded loudly.
This dance is alluring!