Crazy Young Empress: Shadowsong Moon Dance

Chapter 292 Black-bellied tricks [Ten]

Mo Wuying turned around with her light waist and limbs, stretched her arms and spun her feet, and her eyes were blurred for half a lifetime.

With fluttering skirts and skirts, her slender figure danced quietly in the empty room into an extremely seductive mandala.

Black mandala.The rarest and noblest variety of Datura.

Represents unpredictable death and love.

Flower language: "Unpredictable darkness, death and wandering love. The tough and wounded heart that is hurt, the road of no return in life"

She twisted her waist as if to release her life completely, and danced with all her strength in tears.

It never occurred to her that the folk dance she learned ignorantly in her childhood in her previous life gave her the curse of being an amateur dancer, to bid farewell to her closest relatives in this different time and space...

Resisting the urge to burst into tears, she glanced at the silent petrified companions.

Yun Geyue and Dou Yu didn't dare to speak out, for fear of disturbing this dream that was both real and illusory.

In Jasmine's torch-like purple eyes, there were little waves and waves, and her eyes followed Mo Wuying's exquisite curve for a long time.

Ding Liu was lying in Ding Li's arms, her delicate and fair features were full of strong attachment and reluctance.

The life-threatening sadness and despair were magnified seductively in the black pupils, and he said softly:

"Once a black mandala is called by name, it will wither and die immediately."

So much like... his love for Mo Wuying!
From violating taboos to missing each other.Even... the qualification to wait in silence will be banned and taken away!
Hearing this, Mo Wuying's body trembled slightly, her expression darkened a bit.

Black... a mandala?

Ding Liu cannot be allowed to leave with such despair and helplessness!

If there is no chance to repay his sincerity, at least... when his last wish is fulfilled, leave him the only memory.

Stopping the figure, untied the black cloak tie, bent down and tore off the two layers of the white gauze skirt.

Pull the wide-sleeved lingluo shirt hard, and separate it from the sleeve...

The sound of the fabric being torn, and the moment when the cloud-sleeved blouse fluttered to the ground, her smooth and white arms and legs below the knees were exposed.

The serious expression on his face seemed to be telling the truth about Duanxiu Mingzhi, and also seemed to be accusing the person in the arm of wanting to say goodbye.

Standing on one leg with both arms folded in front of the chest, the back of the back and the neck straightened and the mandible slightly raised, the other leg is raised and bent rhythmically...

While stretching his arms and kicking his legs, his figure rotated around and around flexibly.

The arms around the chest seem to hug a certain dancer tightly, and they seem to be full of loneliness and arrogance for a lifetime.

Turning round and round in place, the hair makes a lonely noise in the air, like a...

The beautiful goose, the lonely crane.

(End of this chapter)