Chapter 81: Mental arithmetic immortality (1)

The clothes are light and light, and the water-blue skirt is soft and soft. The red brocade robe is fiery.
Every time Mu Qingge settled, he steadily stepped on the beat. Qin Yiyao almost didn't need to do anything at all, just follow her and move.
"Relax, everything has me." Feeling Qin Yiyao's tension, Mu Qingge whispered in her ear.
The slightly hot breath rubbed from the tip of the ear.
Qin Yiyao's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and the tips of her ears quickly turned red. ‘Relax, everything has me. The few words that are commonplace make her feel surprisingly dependable.
This feeling made her strange.
Instinctively, she wanted to resist, but the body was faithfully relaxed.
His white cheeks were flushed. In the dance steps, Qin Yiyao secretly looked at the side face that was close at hand. In those clear eyes, there was nothing frivolous, clean and guilty. The beautiful face suddenly became less annoying, and she couldn't help but want to outline it with her eyes.
Tango is a representative of passion.
However, in Mu Qingge's dance steps, she made her jump out of another style. The two dancing lightly, sometimes like lingering lovers, sometimes like separate lovers.
The clean dance steps and the tall waist move with the melody, and the blend of rigidity and softness makes this dance surpass those empty palace dances.
The wind gradually rises.
Blowing the fallen leaves in the garden, the pink petals were drawn into the air and came towards the stage.
It seems that they are all attracted by the graceful dance of the two, and dance for them.
The strange dance steps and strange feeling made Qin Yiyao lose her mind for the first time. She moved with Mu Qingge's movements, and her whole person was like a butterfly dancing, with a sense of freedom that had broken free of confinement.
The wind blowing by her cheeks and the colorful falling Ying in her eyes made her forget this moment. In her eyes, only the people who danced with her were left.
"It's so beautiful! What kind of dance is this?"
"I have never seen it before."
"This dance and this song should only be found in the sky, it is rare to hear it in the world."
The music is repeated, and the dance steps are never broken. At this moment, it seems that all people have forgotten the previously discordant atmosphere and the ruthless mocking ridicule.
Everyone hopes that this dance will not stop.
Even Qin Jinhao's eyes were full of shock. His eyes tightly locked on the red beating like flames on the stage.
Si Mo's deep eyes were dark and endless. The glaze-like luster concealed all his emotions, but at this moment, in these eyes, there was a fiery red figure and a flying falling figure.
Fei Ran, a thought came up in his heart, almost making him unable to control it.
‘If it’s someone who dances with little songs, it’s me. ’
In the fantasy, the dancing figure in the depths of the eyes seemed to have changed, the aqua-blue figure gradually faded away and replaced by his dusty white. He held the flaming red, and he led her in the colorful Chinese dances of Fallen Ying...
"Father, when will Qingge dance?" Mu Lianrong asked in a daze.
In her eyes, she was already shocked by this dance of the world. She even suspected that she was just having a dream.
Mu Xiong, who was questioned, was equally inexplicable. He had never seen such a special dance, and had never seen Mu Qingge dancing. Unable to give his daughter an answer, he could only shook his head slowly.
At the same time, I blame myself for not caring enough about my grandchildren.
Apart from the melodious music, there was no sound at the banquet. Everyone, with their eyes wide open, admired Mu Qingge's shocking dance.