Chapter 1649: Angels and Demons (49)

The band played a beautiful dance music.
Beautiful princess Yingying salute: "Yes."
She looked at me with a pair of beautiful eyes, and then smiled and reached out to Jason. The hands in white gloves looked slender and beautiful: "Handsome gentleman, hello, don't you know if you would like to dance with me?"
All the eyes around me looked over.
Jason felt that the other men’s eyes almost killed themselves. He quickly and embarrassedly reached out and held the princess in a hurry. "I am honored."
The princess smiled softly.
She smiled very beautifully, and Jason looked at it again, and she couldn’t help but jump.
He took the princess's waist.
The waist is really thin, and it is particularly attractive. Jason feels that he is simply dreaming.
Yu Chu cooperated with the dance, the etiquette perfectly smiled, but he was boring and yawning.
She just casually found someone. At the time, the young man was invited to dance.
Anyway, the fiancé is impossible to choose. It is impossible in this life, that is, it is reluctant to appease the two daughters to maintain their lives.
Hurry and cope with this dance and leave.
- However, the only thing that makes Yu Chu feel comforted is that the patron saint has no reason to attend the heir's dance, and both stay in the room.
Otherwise... they will be jealous for the hugs. If you see other people holding themselves, don’t you want to develop into a century war.
She frowned slightly with a headache.
However, the facts are not always so good.
Two of them should have stayed in the room. At this time, they stopped in the midair above the palace. The huge and beautiful wings unfolded. The black-haired boy raised his long fingers, slightly rubbing his lips, and screaming at the red eyes to express dissatisfaction.
Behind the gorgeous batwing, he couldn't help but feel unpleasant, and dropped slightly.
The silver-haired teenager behind him looked at him.
"What are you doing?" Samuel asked.
"The man is holding her!" The devil's voice was low and sweet, but it was gnashing.
Ijal looked back at the angel, slightly picking up the delicate eyebrows, and the narrow red dragonfly was gloomy. "Do you want to say that you don't mind? She is being held by others?"
"That's just dancing." The angel was quiet, and the white wings were slightly fanned. "Do you mind?"
The black-haired boy was stunned and turned his face. The red star stared at the dance below. He stared uncomfortably for a while. He whispered in a low voice: "I didn't... I saw her too stupid. The man has magic. The traces may be to lie to her."
Samuel silently, the ice blue looked at the man, he slowly dropped his eyelashes, and there was a sad loss in his tone: "We are just patrons."
The winged light fan room, the silver-haired teenager's voice is low and envious: "We can only guard, but not qualified to become her husband like those people."
The young boy next to him slightly gritted his teeth, and his emotions were gloomy. He suddenly licked his curled eyelashes and slender fingers touched his chin. "But the guardian is right. Those who are husbands are not reliable, in order to protect her." We should drive away those people."
He squinted his head and thought for a few seconds, then nodded with satisfaction and lazily fanned the gorgeous batwing. "Well. That's it."
The angel is quiet and there is no objection.