Crazy Young Empress: Shadowsong Moon Dance

Chapter 119 Blood-Stained Juechen Palace [[-]]

Hong'er, who was named by her senior sister, frantically waved her hands like she saw a ghost and said:
"Such a crazy dress, I dare not wear it!

Although there are no delicacies from mountains and seas in this Juechen Palace, I still want to live under our master for a few more years..."

Lu'er glanced at her sideways: "Pretending to be pure? What's wrong with this dress?

Look, how coquettish, how charming, how cool, how... blood spurting! "

Mo Wuying squinted her eyes and began to brainwash Hong'er:

"Senior sister, it's not popular to pretend to be pure and tender now. You have such a good figure, of course you have to show it for everyone to appreciate, otherwise wouldn't it be a waste of money?

Besides, the world is in such a mess right now, who are you pretending to be young for?

One of the four guardians of the dignified Juechen Palace, of course he has to live arrogantly and charmingly!Just imagine, when you finish your studies and go down the mountain in the future,

You walked by flirtatiously in front, and the men behind collectively gushed out nosebleeds... How spectacular it would be!hey-hey. "

Hong'er rolled her eyes, not being bewitched by the two of them, she sat cross-legged on the ground with clasped hands and cultivated her internal strength.

Mo Wuying's face was half dark: "Senior sister, if you don't come here, you don't need to be so unsuitable. If you don't want to wear this dress, you don't need to close your senses, right? I'm going to tell you a joke about thread..."

Master Ling Xiao didn't know when she was floating behind Mo Wuying.The voice is cold:
"You might as well tell me about your thread-related joke..."

Everyone immediately tremblingly said: "Master..."

Lu'er's eyes were sharp, and she pointed to her half-sleeved body, bare shoulders, low cut, exposed navel, open back, and left and right slits reaching her thighs.

The cheongsam with a pile of colorful pheasant feathers sewn on the chest is not a cheongsam, and the evening dress is not an evening dress.
"Master! Don't be angry! This dress was ordered by my junior sister from a customer at the foot of the mountain. In order to see the effect, my junior sister begged me to try it on. I definitely didn't rush to wear it voluntarily!"

Mo Wuying's face darkened, imagining the scene of Kuang Yao's senior sister desperately questioning: Senior sister, lying is to be struck by lightning!

It's obvious that I haven't finished it yet, so why don't you rush to dress it up...

Master Ling Xiao stared closely at the two catkins that were about to come out on Lu'er's chest, and the wrinkled fine cloth face was full of wind and clouds.

With an angry roar: "Mo-Wu-ying! Punch it up for me..."

When the master roared, all the girls were shocked.

Could it be that...the master is going to use that trick...'Ling Xiao's Bone and Lost Foot' to kick Mo Wuying into the valley and become an unknown tree hanger?

Quickly Qiqi knelt down and begged for mercy.

(End of this chapter)