Cheng Moji

The flame ceremony is solemn and majestic, the gods and ghosts are terrified, and they cannot be ignored. The dancers muttered words in their mouths, and connected the communication between humans and gods. The ghostly talisman, the obscure and incomprehensible language of the gods, and the blazing fire-like atmosphere, all intermingled one by one.The scarecrow in the matrix is ​​standing above everyone, proudly enjoying the favor of God.

Intoxicated, dancing wildly, exulting, out of control... If a person is left with only a body, which can be taken away at will, what will a person do?What is there for?The meaning of all life is hidden in the dancing group consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, Dongfang Ying has turned into a woman, as pretty as a fairy.Lian Feng Qiwu and Leng Xin repeatedly praised her, but it was difficult to see through the disguise with her piercing eyes.The delicate and pitiful posture made the two thousand-year-old elders beside him feel protective.He stared coldly for a long time and said: "Dongfang, if I hadn't known that you are a man, I'm afraid I would have been defeated by your pomegranate skirt by now."

Dongfang Sakura just smiled shyly, and the light cherry blossoms showed the natural beauty of hibiscus even more. The dimples on both sides of the delicate face moved slightly, but it made people ecstasy.Gentle as the east, meek as a woman, this person is born with a simple temperament, a typical classical woman: gentle and elegant, dignified like jade, with a feeling of spring breeze turning rain and moistening things silently.Thinking innocent, being upright without losing chivalry, mellow but not fussy, delicate but grand, like a fairy relegated to the mortal world, entering the world without being vulgar, extraordinary and refined, it is most moving.If one glances at it, one would think: The flaws in the ointment are immature emotions, lack of charm, probably lack of parental care, simple minded, indifferent to the relationship between men and women, lack of unforgettable emotion, can be viewed from a distance but difficult to play with, can be intersected but difficult to love pay.

Leng Xin vowed to the two ladies: "Okay, let me shoulder the responsibility of protecting women."

Suddenly, an inexplicable woman broke into the dancing circle, and her painful cries interrupted the wild dancing of the crowd.

The suddenly noisy scene was suddenly silent, and zombie faces were waiting for explanation.

The intruding woman successfully attracted attention, crying like a vixen cursing the street, she was more wronged than Dou E, and vowed that the snow in June and the blood spattered in vain would move the world.

I saw the middle-aged shaman in the formation criss-crossing his cane, waving a strict command in Chinese, "Drag it out, the ceremony is not over yet!"

Everyone looked suspiciously, and one of them said: "Wizard, this person seems to be——I'm afraid it's unlucky."

Without hesitation, the wizard said in a solemn voice: "The ceremony was delayed and the ghosts and gods were angered. Can you bear this prestige? Ah——"

When everyone heard this, they were startled and terrified. They saw a few men nearby dragged the woman out without hesitation, and took her far away into the forest.The flame ceremony continues, have the ghosts and gods enjoyed the feast yet?Will the sky drop as it wishes?All melted into the carnival dance, no one asked, and dared not ask.Fear is an invisible killer, and the frightened crowd has lost the consciousness of resistance...

The mother-in-law's hoarse shouts are a thing of the past.Several people who had wrapped up their mother-in-law had joined the ceremony. This is really a grand ceremony, and people are waiting for the blessing of the gods.

The three spectators nearby all agreed tacitly that this woman is definitely the key to unlock the door of strangeness, and this opportunity cannot be missed.He said coldly, "I'm going to track down the mother-in-law's line, and you continue to observe here. Also——" "Be careful." The voice disappeared without a trace before it finished.