After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

[... You did this before? 】

[The old man once served a certain existence, but unfortunately that guy eventually self-destructed, it is not a happy memory, let's not talk about it now-Xiao Tianqing, please pay attention. 】Mo Weng solemnly reminded: 【If you still can't figure out the whereabouts of the old emperor, your sister's life will always be in the hands of others.Once the old emperor dies, your sister is very likely to become the next master of the earth veins, accepting that long-cherished wish. 】

……

Because of the sudden amount of information she received, Fu Tianqing lost her mind to listen to the opera on stage for a while.

This time it's broken.

You have to find a way to talk to Lao Hang.

"Brother Qi, what's the matter?"

Seeing that Fu Tianqing suddenly became preoccupied, Mi Xintong frowned and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Yes—yes, that's great."

Fu Tianqing slapped her hands with joy on her face.

"After this scene is over, you can grab Lao Hang and send her back to Nanzhou forcibly. There will always be a solution when you reach the one-acre three-point land of Lianhua Palace."

"Hey...it's not impossible. But is it really okay for Dongzhou to leave her now? Didn't you say that she is now Qian Jue in Dongzhou, a big blood lock for the people of Dongzhou."

"The family is almost gone, so don't leave it here to lock up blood, she has done her best."

done.

damn it.

Fu Tianqing became annoyed after saying this.

With Hang Yanling's character, is it really possible to obediently return to Dongzhou at this time and let Dongzhou's Zijinmu power fail?

As long as she is a character who cherishes herself, she couldn't have died more than 60 times for herself who still regarded Hang Yanling as an enemy in the fog of the Fu family.

It is definitely useless to persuade myself, I have to go to Xiao Qiuyu for help.

Fu Tianqing frowned as she considered her words, a dark golden light shone in her eyes.

If necessary, use some extraordinary means to get this guy back.

Grandma, can I find the second prince to apologize to her now, let her come back to be the emperor, and make troubles for the common people as much as she likes.

Lao Hang is determined not to get in.

Fu Tianqing frowned, and kept tapping the handrail with her fingers.

Amidst a lot of distraction, and at some point, it was finally Mingyuelou's turn to perform the show on the stage.

The curtain opened, and the bloody light bloomed like the setting sun.

The lanterns used for lighting in the sky dimmed and flickered for a moment.

The little dancers in Mingyue Building walked to the stage with uniform steps, wearing uniform costumes.

It was as if the course of action had been perfectly planned out by someone, every single thread was connected, and there was nothing wrong with it.

In the center of the stage, a woman in a mask and costume stepped onto the stage.

Judging from his height, it should be Xiao Xiaoling.

But for some reason, Xiao Xiaoling's movements were a little stiff.

Her pace maintained a strange harmony with the girls around her, not because of the unity of dance steps, but like a puppet that was strictly wound up.

One frame after another, with a weird sense of rhythm.

With the faint playing of music, the dance began.

In an instant, all the girls looked up.

Their hands were raised forward at exactly the same frequency, and they made the same movements in unison.

All eyes were on one place - Xiao Xiaoling in the middle of the stage.

The backup dancers showed unnatural smiles, and slowly pushed Xiao Xiaoling, who was in the center, to the center of the dance floor.

And the girl wearing a mask walked stiffly and was surrounded by everyone in a daze.

The tune of the music suddenly changed.

Everyone started dancing.

Meticulous, even the floating angle of the belt is exactly the same.

Seeing this weird dance, Fu Tianqing scratched her arm, always feeling a little numb.

Mi Xintong, who was at the side, asked in surprise, "Is this a real person dancing...why does it feel a bit like...a puppet show?"

Chapter 115

The uniform movements cannot be said to be unbeautiful, on the contrary, the tacit cooperation made the performance perfectly presented in front of the audience according to the pre-rehearsed appearance.

The dancers are like obedient marionettes, dancing and spinning step by step.

Surrounded by the dancers, Xiao Ling obeyed the order and danced. The mask covered her face, making her expression unclear.

Gradually, the tune of the tune changed.

Among the musicians playing the music, there was a woman's voice singing leisurely.

[Cause and effect follow - all things have order -]

The dancers separated into two teams, suddenly there was a cold light in the middle of the stage, and the piercing light flickered, and these young girls took out their cold weapons one after another

[It can be said that the man is infatuated and greedy—the skull is used as a wine cup——]

In an instant, a cold light flew, and the girls suddenly picked up their weapons in unison, and fought with each other.

The musician's tune then became passionate and impassioned, blending with the sound of the blades of Ping Pong.

[The grievances are gradually chaotic, Gao Tian mourns, how many loving mothers have lost their children——]

The weapon pierced the girl's delicate body, and the bright red blood stained the plain white dress red, staining a piece of blood red.

[Just to beg for joy, I wait for my heart, talk and laugh, and swallow tears——]

The sword dance on the stage gradually became cruel, the bright red heart was dug out, and the fresh lives fell one by one, and fell on the stage, turning into a ball of bloody peonies.

The ball turned into a feast of killing.

When someone dies, a new group of dancers will come up from the backstage wearing the same clothes and draw their weapons again.

[It's a pity that the infatuation will never change, it's ridiculous that I don't know the destiny——]

The dancers repeated the previous movements, killing each other.

Among the numerous tunes, it seemed as if someone could be heard crying and laughing.

[How many times of reincarnation is not a pity, how many grievances and resentments are worthless——]

The girls who fell down, the girls who lost their hearts, seemed to be lifted by the silk thread, and their limbs were raised in a movement that violated common sense, driving their limbs like a spider or a crab.

More precisely...like zombies.

The sound of the music became passionate, as people died, and black trees sprung up on the stage, stitching up the wounds of the children who had lost their lives.

But as soon as their bodies recovered, these children continued to pick up their long swords and fought towards the people around them.

The Zijin wood that was freed remained on the stage, absorbing the blood left by the girls on the stage, and growing luxuriantly.

[Rites collapse and music breaks, Qiongtai becomes ruins—foreign enemies are heard by the saints, open the door and bow to the robbers to ask for advice——]

The lights flickered, and a black figure appeared on the stage.

The figure was tall, thin, and dressed in a long robe.

He hurriedly walked past the fighting girls, looking back from time to time, and even raised his hand, trying to stop the fighting girls.

Unfortunately, it was nothing more than a shadow formed by the changing lights, and it failed to have any impact on the fighting on the stage.

With a silent sigh, the shadows gathered together with the light, and the shadows disappeared under the light.

In the center of the stage is a girl wearing a mask, covered in blood, with hands hanging down, who has never used a weapon in her hands—Xiao Xiaoling.

The audience cheered for this wonderful performance, for this blood-thirsty fight, for this performance that echoed their "original wish".

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Fu Tianqing slowly opened her eyes.

He just seemed to have fallen asleep and woke up in a daze.

When he was fully awake, he found himself applauding.

It was as if his body had been ordered to make him perform the same actions as those around him.

"how--"

Squeezing out these two words from between her teeth, Fu Tianqing looked around blankly.

Everyone, including Mi Xintong, was cheering and happy.

And what they were celebrating was killing on stage.

"hiss……"

It's just that I was confused for a while, how could it become like this? ? !

The scene on the stage made Fu Tianqing want to get up immediately to stop him, but no matter how he drove his body, he found that no matter what he could use no strength.

This feeling is like the ghost press encountered when suddenly awakened in sleep, the body does not listen to the brain at all.

"Hey, Xiaomi, Mi Xintong!!?!"

"Mo Weng, old turtle ascends——!!???"

No one responded.

Fu Tianqing gritted her teeth anxiously, and turned her head to look at Hang Yanling's side.

It's a pity that because too many audiences applauded and applauded, Geben couldn't see the position of Hang Yanling from among the many arms.

If it's Lao Hang, she must understand the current situation...

Damn, can't see clearly.

No, you have to get active as soon as possible.

But for some reason, the eyelids became heavier and heavier.

There seems to be a magic in the performance on the stage.

Fu Tianqing closed her eyes, sleepiness swept her brain.

He raised his hands numbly.

The mouth opened again.

Keep clapping and applauding.

The stage performances are still going on.

With Xiao Xiaoling's appearance, almost everyone turned their attention to Xiao Xiaoling on the stage.

Step by step, the girls picked up their weapons and aimed at Xiao Xiaoling on the stage.

in an instant.

The sound of the music stagnated.

Everyone's movements, eyes, and even breathing were stagnated at this moment.

From behind the big screen, a girl wearing a purple hat walked slowly to the front of the stage.

Walk under the lights.

Shuttle among the dancers rattling.

She waved to the cheering audience, then swept her eyes across the crowd, and finally landed on Hang Yanling in the crowd.

Hang Yanling didn't cheer and applaud, but kept looking sleepy, couldn't open his eyes, and gasped weakly.

The bard, the son of god named embarrassment, pressed the hat on his head: "It's so simple that Li Daitao is stiff, do you really think I can't see it?"

She looked at 'Hang Yan Ling' under the stage and smiled.

"Long before taking the stage, you and the real saint switched identities in order to guard against my attack."