The love of the assassin of the glory of the king

Xiao Wu was temporarily replaced by the lead dancer. After rehearsing for so long, she was replaced on the spot. The dancers who had put on make-up backstage were arguing non-stop.Among them is a handsome Mr. Zhao who only talks to Xiao Wu, and his posture is too intimate.The rest of the people were very upset, and after Mr. Zhao left, they all spoke harsh words to Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu freely painted her eyebrows and red lips, the beauty in the mirror was both charming and majestic, her eyes were simply captivating.Perhaps it was because the long skirt on her body was too plain and soft, which actually made her look less charming and more elegant.

She ignored all the slanders and got up solemnly, and everyone kept quiet and retreated.Xiao Wu didn't know that dancing here would make her so unhappy, she didn't need that stage like everyone else.She just wants to dance, dance her own dance, and show it to the people she likes.

"What kind of pretense are you pretending to be!..." A dancer among the crowd yelled angrily, and took advantage of the opportunity to throw the bouquet given to Xiao Wu on the ground.

This is a bouquet of roses given to Xiao Wu by Chen Xiaoxiao, forwarded by Mr. Zhao.

Xiao Wu picked up the rose with downcast eyes, but she didn't speak.The power of silence is never endurance, but a fatal blow.

The flower-falling dancer was a little frightened, and she accused loudly: "What are you looking at!... You... Do you think that if you have an affair with Mr. Zhao, he can protect you in everything?! Heh..."

The deadly force is only a moment.

"...uh...uh..." The dancer fell to the ground clutching his bleeding neck with a terrified expression on his face.

Things happened too fast, everyone screamed, and the scene was chaotic.Xiao Wu put down the bouquet indifferently, and didn't care about the blood splashing on her plain skirt.Layers of blood gradually stained the skirt, Xiao Wu lifted her hands cleanly, and walked towards the slowly rising stage curtain.

No matter how messy she is behind her, she always wants to dance.At the end, she turned to look at the bright and shiny bouquet.The shadow of the curtain slowly dissipated, and the light came down.When she turned her face, she was astonishingly beautiful.

Chen Xiaoxiao felt that something was wrong when she appeared on the stage since she was a child. She had seen the rehearsal. This is a large-scale musical. How did it become a solo dance? !

Xiao Wu's figure was graceful and exquisite, and the hem of the skirt that was gradually dyed blood swayed with her.On the huge stage, she twirled and jumped, showing the tension of the dance.However, a person rushed up from behind the scenes and shouted in shock: "Killed!"

The music sounded at the right time, Xiao Wu didn't stop moving, everyone even thought the performance had just begun.