Unique Zihan

Chapter 281 The emotion of poetry, the beauty of dance, and the movement of sound.

For a while, the scene was extremely lively.

Appreciate it.

Jing Jing took the plum fruit lightly, put it in the storage ring, walked up to Zi Han, "Here you are."

In the palm of his hand, there is a storage ring filled with plum fruit.

Seeing this expression, Zi Han was slightly stunned, and then felt a little helpless, "You're just kidding, how can I ask for your things, what I want, I just take it myself."

As soon as the words were finished, Ji Mosheng on the stage spoke, but the words were not addressed to Jing Jing, but to Zi Han, "Our Lord Shaoling rarely has friends, and this girl is the first one I've seen. "

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes turned to Zi Han.

Crescent plain clothes, three feet of blue hair fluttering in the wind, the whole body exudes a touch of coolness, slender and thin, looks a little skinny, skin white as jade, there is a trace of melancholy in the eyebrows and eyes, and the lips are slightly lined. It seems a little random.

Just standing there is so beautiful.

Someone subconsciously looked at Mo Li, and it seemed that this woman could be compared to Mo Li in terms of appearance.

The most important thing is her temperament. Although she doesn't seem to have a high level of cultivation, just standing there gives people a sense of elegance, so cool and at ease. Her every move is very casual, but she always gives people an extremely elegant look. illusion.

Some people's eyes are bright, such a woman is naturally impressive.

Mo Li and the others couldn't get it, so they might have a chance with such a weak woman.

At that moment, many men were fully dressed and wanted to step forward, but they were swept away by Zihan's eyes, and they stopped in an instant.

The eyes were not scary or cold, but very indifferent, as if they were looking into the air. It seemed that they would never be able to enter this woman's eyes. Even though her strength was low, they were much stronger than her, but inexplicably, her footsteps could no longer be lifted. rise.

A very strange feeling.

Zi Han looked at Ji Mo Sheng on the stage indifferently. Although the distance was not far, it was not close either. From her point of view, the person was the size of a teacup.

However, the monk's eyesight is very good. She glanced at Ji Mo Sheng, her expression was indifferent, her voice was a little elegant, and she sounded extremely magnetic, "I am also extremely honored."

A simple word, but it gave her a very indescribable feeling.

The silence on the side looked a little strange, and it felt weird, like a very pretentious feeling.
Of course, this feeling can only be felt by people who are familiar with Zihan. As for those who are not familiar with Zihan, they feel that this person is modest and polite~~~
"Haha, girl, hurry up and let the plum blossom fall. I also want to see how beautiful the girl is." Ji Mosheng said this, but in his heart, he wanted to see Zi Han's strength.

On the surface, her strength is too weak.

At this time, Mo Li had the opportunity to stare directly at Zi Han, a pair of beautiful eyes showing a little inquiry and a little interest.

That gaze was obviously too obvious, following the gaze, Zihan raised his eyes, met those eyes, and for a moment, she was stunned.

I have never seen such beautiful eyes. They are like a deep black hole and bright stars. Together they are the stars in an extremely deep black hole.
What kind of metaphor is that, just like the brightest and most dazzling star in the night sky, people seem to be depressed at a glance.

The two looked at each other for a long time, but in fact it was only for a moment, Zi Han turned his eyes lightly, she couldn't see through this woman.

Immediately, everyone saw her slowly raising her hand. It was white and slender, with rounded nails and fingers as soft and smooth as pearls. Some people thought that it would be great if they could touch this hand.

Suddenly, a golden glow slowly condensed on the fingertips, so dazzling.

A tiny star is condensed in the hand, with a flick of the fingertip, the tiny star cuts through the night sky instantly, lighting up the dark night, bang.

A majestic and majestic voice came, and the stars burst open, like fireworks, slowly across the night.

With this sound, everyone's hearts were shocked, inexplicably, they were attracted by this star.

What a nice view.Everyone looked up. Although the stars exploded like fireworks, they did not disappear. They seemed to be one with the stars in the sky, but they were even brighter than those stars.

At this time, a slightly melancholy and lonely voice came.

"Who, hold my hand and suppress my madness for half a lifetime."

The stars in the sky shattered one by one, making a sound like drumming, like playing music.

A soft echo echoed and spread.
The poetic and picturesque sentences are accompanied by the sound of the stars, and everyone's expressions are instantly fascinated.

It's the obsession with that sentence, yes, who can hold my hand and curb my madness for half my life.
boom! boom! boom!
The stars burst one after another and made sounds, which seemed to have a faint rhythm.

"Who, kiss my eyes and cover my wandering for half a lifetime." The voice became hoarse and depressed at this moment, and the eyes were a little sad.

Everyone, including the female cultivators, looked at this woman and seemed to be fascinated by her. The sad words were so beautiful.
"Who, caress my face and comfort me for half a lifetime of grief."

Everyone looked at Zihan with fascination in their eyes, but they saw her figure slowly moving, and she didn't know when she took a sword in her hand.

"Who, take my heart and melt the frost of my half life."

Swipe, there was a sound of breaking wind in the air, the figure jumped up, spun, stepped, and the clothes fluttered.

Holding the sword in his hand, he danced the Star Sword gracefully in the air. Every move, every gesture contained the way of the sword.

And this sword dance seems to have merged with the sound in the air.

"Who, hold my shoulders and drive me away from silence for the rest of my life."

The stars burst into a hurry, with a little nervousness and hesitation.

"Whoever calls my heart, cover me with a cry of Ling Shuo."

The figure in the air became slow at this moment, as if she was extremely sad, and her expression also became melancholy and sad at this moment.

"Who, abandon me and leave me alone for the rest of my life."

This sentence made countless people look sad and sad. They looked at the beautiful woman who seemed a little sad at the moment. Who would abandon you?
"Who can understand what I mean, so that I will have no regrets in this life."

This sentence seems to be excessive.

"Who can help me, I am unparalleled in the world!" In just a moment, that sad expression turned into a monstrous heroic ambition, and in an instant, Wu's sword became as fierce and unrestrained as a hero in the world, extremely free and easy.

A majestic aura spread over his body, and the crackling sound accelerated rapidly.

Bang bang bang! ! !

After speeding up, it gradually slows down. After the passion, there is endless crazy attachment.
"Whoever pours my heart into it, an inch of land is like a void."

With this sound, the voice was lonely and lonely, as if she was left alone in the world, lonely and helpless.

brush.

The figure suddenly fell to the ground, bang, the last star in the sky burst, and the scene became quiet at this moment.

Her expression became helpless, Cang Liao, the hero is pitiful and unknown.
"Who can bury my sorrow and laugh at the vanity of the world and my heart?" The last sentence reveals the sorrow, helplessness and madness of all heroes.

(End of this chapter)