Chapter 1520: Stop, tyrant 57

Chapter 1520 Standing, Tyrant 57
"Jonu is ready to go."
"quasi."
The northern rain rushed back to the partial hall, and the palace lady gave her the long-sleeved clothes most commonly used by the dancers. At the same time, she told the to prepare something for her.
Feng Chi sat on the throne and waited patiently, but his eyes looked at the doorway from time to time.
Suddenly, a long flute sound was introduced into the temple, and soon the sound of the piano was added.
When the people in the temple were attracted by the sound of the xylophone, a line of eunuchs carried a huge drum into the hall, standing above the drums with a stunning beauty. The beauty wore red clothes like fire, and long sleeves rolled over her arms.
‘咚’, ‘咚’, ‘咚’...
Thunder drums sounded, accompanied by the wonderful dance, long sleeves in her hands like life, ever-changing. The fluttering sleeves, the graceful dance, and the intriguing eyes all fell into the eyes of men in the throne.
Feng Chi stared at her, her expression was cold, and there was no movement at all.
Instead, the maids and eunuchs who were on the sidelines were fascinated, and the beautiful dancers were able to dance, and they would be attracted to her dances without knowing it, gradually immersed in her graceful dance.
The northern rain slammed his head and smiled at the phoenix on the throne. The man fell from the drum, stepped on the light pace, and danced in the temple.
The longest use of the long-sleeved dance is the arm. Gradually her arm becomes a little hard, the wound seems to burst, and the bright red blood flows out, just because she wears red clothes and can't see the blood.
After a quarter of an hour, the music stopped and the dance stopped.
The northern rain squats and bows to the man on the seat.
"Wu Wang, can you be satisfied with the dance of slavery?" Bei Yuyu slightly lifted his head, and there was a trace of tension in the clear eyes.
Feng Chi is trying to say something, but suddenly it becomes another sentence.
"Go forward."
Feng Chi’s voice was cold and even faint with a hint of anger.
The northern rain owl naturally heard it.
She walked a few steps forward and stopped.
Feng Chi saw that she was still standing at the bottom, Shen Sheng said: "Come up."
The northern rain rushed forward and walked to his front.
"Let your hand out."
The northern rain 棠 obediently extended. As soon as he reached out, Feng Chi grabbed it, and the force was really not light. The pain came suddenly, and North Rain didn’t feel the pain.
"Pain." North Rain 棠 frowned.
Feng Chi looked at her coldly. "Is it painful? I thought you didn't know the pain."
This stupid woman did something stupid, knowing that the injury on her arm was not good, and she dared to dance long sleeves. I really want to break her hands directly and fulfill her.
The eunuchs and the ladies who served in the temple saw the dissatisfaction of the king, and they were scared to tighten their necks.
The northern rain is like not seeing his dissatisfaction. "Wang, you pinch it down again, and the hands of the slaves will be abolished."
Feng Chi snorted, "I have this intention."
Bei Yu Yu silently did not speak, so quietly looked at her.
Feng Chi thought she would beg for mercy. After waiting for a long time, she couldn't see her moving. She couldn't help but look at her. "Why don't you talk?"
"The slave's life is king's, the king wants the slave's arms, and the slaves dare not complain." Bei Yu Yan said with respect and respect.
Feng Chi looked at her appearance and felt very glaring. She loosened her hand. "In front of the lonely, don't pretend."
"Give you the last chance."
(End of this chapter)