The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 489: Courage is commendable, so reward Tan Yuan
above the hall
When Mo Tan saw Miao Yuan performing on stage, she was also happy.

"How about I accompany your Highness?"

It just so happened that she also knew some music. Although she was not an expert in music, she was good enough to provide accompaniment.

Miao Yuan nodded and smiled, "Okay, with Sister Mo Tan accompanying me, I will definitely dance to my heart's content."

Mo Zhong walked over with a smile in his eyes, teasing her innocently, "Since the general is accompanying, how about I play the flute? It will also help to liven up the little princess's mood."

Miao Yuan turned around and glared at him unhappily, "I don't need you."

It was more like he was here on purpose to cause trouble, and he even accompanied her to entertain her. Did she need him?

Mo Zhong helplessly spread his hands, "Well, since you don't want to, forget it."

Anyway, he didn't really mean to perform, he just wanted to piss her off. Now that he saw her really angry, he wanted to laugh.

Mo Tan naturally saw what their little prince meant, and couldn't help but smile, "The prince has grown up today, it's time for him to be more stable."

Mo Zhong raised an eyebrow, "The general is protecting her now, and is even more kind to her than to me, the prince of the demon clan."

Mo Tan laughed out loud, "What are you talking about, Prince? This is the first time that the little prince of the ghost tribe is performing in front of the five major tribes, so I have to be cautious."

"Okay, okay, the general is so kind to her."

Miao Yuan was furious when she heard his sarcastic tone, "Shut up."

Why is he everywhere?

Seeing them getting along well, playing and laughing, the demon clan lord felt a sense of pride. Yes, he was indeed his demon-crazed son. Being able to have a good relationship with the little prince of the ghost clan would only bring benefits and no disadvantages.

The demon clan leader smiled and raised the wine glass in front of him, toasting to the ghost clan's King of Hell who was sitting on the side, "Let those youngsters deal with the trouble, Your Highness the King of Hell, please--"

Yan Yi raised his glass and toasted him back, "My Lord is right, please——"

The two of them drank happily, and the two youngsters on the stage played enthusiastically. The scene was very warm and natural, as if everything had been prepared in advance. This scene made everyone think of something else.

The little prince of the ghost clan is still young, and is the apple of the ghost clan's eye, and is pampered by everyone. The prince of the demon clan has just come of age today, and is rich and noble, with fine clothes and delicious food. Not only are the two of them of similar age, but they are also the future leaders of the two clans. Putting them together, they are a match made in heaven. If they really get married, it will be a good story.

Han Mo watched the interaction between them and felt a strong pang in his heart. He felt as if there was a thorn in his heart, but he couldn't pull it out.

It turned out that without his knowledge, Manzhu and the Crown Prince of the Demon Clan had already established such a good relationship.

Not only did they speak to each other naturally, but even the half of the Yixiangzhu that he ate was given to Miaoyuan by Mo Zhong. Han Mo suddenly felt a little disgusted with himself. Why did he eat that half of the Yixiangzhu?

Mo Tan took out her long drum with colorful sleeves. She liked Miao Yuan so much when she saw her well-behaved little appearance. "How do you want to dance, little princess?"

No matter how she wanted to dance, she tried her best to cooperate with her.

Miao Yuan smiled confidently, "The general sings a song at will, and Manzhu dances at will."

"Okay, listen to your Highness."

The demon maid brought over a high stool and asked General Motan to sit down.

Miaoyuan walked to the center of the hall and prepared to dance. Miwen found her pretentious look ridiculous.

When she was leaving, she walked to Miao Yuan and whispered, "Can you dance?"

Oh, I'm afraid this will make me laugh.

Miao Yuan turned to look at her, her eyes full of elegant confidence, as if she was proud and confident that she had won everything.

Mi Wen was angry when she saw this, "Why, are you angry because I said it right?" Miao Yuan sneered, her lips curled up, and her entire brows relaxed, bright and delicate, "You are right, I really can't dance, but I won't lose this round."

"What did you say?" Miwen looked at her angrily. What did she mean by that? She couldn't dance, so how could she win this game?

Under her sight, Miao Yuan slowly stood in the center of the hall, posed in a very graceful dance posture, and smiled at her with sidelong glances. Her eyebrows were full of autumnal waves, her purple eyes were full of affection, her demeanor was graceful, and her beauty was so stunning that one glance would captivate the whole city, and another glance would captivate the whole country.

Everyone was stunned. Although they knew that the little princess of the ghost tribe could not dance, the way she posed, with her slender waist, long and beautiful hands, delicate and fair skin, and a smile with bright eyes and white teeth, infected everyone present.

Her graceful figure and slender waist showed off her charming and graceful figure. Even if she couldn't dance, she would still be very light and graceful when she moved her body.

When Mo Tan saw her like this, he knew that she was probably very sure of it.

She smiled and clapped the long drum with colorful sleeves on her legs, beating the rhythm casually. Everyone was tired of the ordinary songs, so she clapped a happy and decent song, so that no matter what dance the little prince danced, it would not be too absurd.

Miao Yuan danced to the beat of Mo Tan's drum. She didn't know how to dance, but she could still dance a few simple steps. After all, she had learned the sacrificial dance of the ghost tribe before.

Although there are many different types of dance, the most important things in dancing are charm and manners. As long as she gets these two points right, no one will criticize her even if she dances badly.

Mo Tan's drum beats were exquisite, and she was very measured in the intervals between beating and stopping. Miao Yuan danced to the beat of her drums, happily and freely. Although many of her dance moves were not mature enough, her dancing posture was graceful and her smile was clean and sweet, like a bud about to bloom. She exuded a pure and sweet breath from head to toe, which attracted many people present to admire her.

"So beautiful."

"This dance moves like the wind blowing back the snow, and the dancing posture is full of the wind. Although it is not a complete dance, the posture is gentle and the beauty is graceful."

"Yes, the slender waist seems to be bent, and the sleeves are lifted up to fly. It is really the scene in the painting."

Mi Wen listened to their praises and looked at Miao Yuan's graceful dancing and charming smiles, and she was so angry that her hands were about to break. Good, she, she actually gave her such a trick.

What's there to be proud of? Isn't it just a few random dance moves, spinning around here? What's the big deal? If it were like this, she could also dance.

The drumbeats gradually reached a climax, and the sound became louder and louder. The simple and beautiful drumbeats moved the hearts of everyone present. Miao Yuan began to stretch her arms to the beat of the drums, revealing her five slender white and pink knuckles, showing her graceful and agile dance posture.

She grasped the hem of her skirt with one hand and raised the other hand to the sky with her middle finger half bent. Like a noble and elegant white swan, she began to spin in circles.

The lavender skirt that matched her hair and eyes color spun and danced gracefully as she danced, revealing a delicate and fresh bud that did not belong to this night.

It’s really beautiful.

Everyone couldn't help but marvel and praise, "This dance is so lifelike and vivid."

"Not bad, not bad, you are worthy of being the little prince of the ghost tribe. Although the dance moves are not very exquisite and skillful, the posture is graceful and elegant, and it is smart in every way."

"Yes, Mr. Gu's analysis is correct. This little prince of the ghost tribe can't dance, but he still came up to perform. He is very courageous."

"That makes sense. No matter how the dance moves, the heart is precious."

After the song ended, Miao Yuan came to an end with the last node of the drumbeat.

She lifted her skirt, bowed her head and smiled, "I'm sorry to make you laugh at my poor dancing skills."

The demon clan leader laughed, "No, no, no, your performance was very good, come on, give your appreciation, quickly."

"Yes, my lord."

"Then reward me with the magic weapon Tan Yuan from my demon clan."

Everyone: "!!"

A treasure Tan Yuan that can resist all the demonic energy of the demon clan? !