[magic flute magi] evil female dancer

"Sister Dancer...do you need anything else?"

The little maid maintained a cautious attitude with her chest folded and her shoulders slumped, she lowered her head quickly to the ground, but she didn't dare to take a look at the crisp and fragrant front of the nobleman in front of her, as well as her glowing eyes.

"Yes~" Salome glanced at her beautiful eyes, hooked her chin, and leaned forward to face her, "You?"

She felt that Salome's voice was so pleasant, the whirring music rolled into her tongue, and then rolled out of her lips and teeth as a rich and beautiful fragrance, lingering ambiguously around the tip of her nose, causing a burst of itching.

The little girl is about to faint, who will save her...

When her feet were unstable and she was about to faint, someone supported her waist in time. The hands felt very soft, definitely a pair of hands that had never done rough work. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up—with imagination Completely different red pupils are staring at her fiercely, with strong eyes and slightly raised eye ends, appearing on the face of a young man like a fox ghost, it is extremely breathtaking, and it is beyond words. Natural and ordinary beauty.Although the word beautiful is not an appropriate word to describe a boy, it is suitable for Judal.

"God, Lord Priest!"

She was so frightened that she rolled and scrambled away, facing a person who was smaller than herself, but she was afraid to the bone—Judar's reputation in Palutibia was well known to everyone, Moreover, he is famous for being arrogant and domineering, not only the servants, but even the nobles in the palace have to be afraid of him.Because they know that when the priest gets angry, he can even disregard the face of the lord of a country.

"roll!"

At Judal's order, she fled away.

Salome lazily flicked the teacup in front of her, and said leisurely, "My lord, don't you need to be so angry?"

"Hmph, you're right, it's just a little bastard, so naturally there's no need to get angry." The moody little tyrant restrained his anger in a blink of an eye, and showed his usual superior and arrogant attitude.As soon as he turned around, there would be a sound of the collision of gold and silver rings, showing his extraordinary status and identity.

"Are you jealous?" Salome glanced at him with a teasing expression.

How could a dignified priest be jealous of a little girl?

——The reason is that it is true, but Judal's face is indeed getting uglier and uglier.

"Since when did you start to take all men and women? Do I have to drive all women out besides prohibiting men from approaching your living room, and I'd better put you on a chain so that I can feel at ease?"

Salome smiled: "Ha, do you want to try?"

Facing the provocation, Judal's eyes really showed anger again, but when he approached Salome and saw the redness on her neck, his heart softened, and even his breath fluctuated with it, as if he was Suppress your inner anger.

At this moment, Salome raised her hands towards him, as if begging him to tie her up.Salome, who relied on her love and love, became more and more ignorant of the heights of the heavens and the earth.Judal held the hands in his hands, only to realize that the hands were longer than expected, even a little longer than his own.And those hands are not soft, not as soft and boneless as the hands of a girl in a boudoir. It can be seen that she also suffered hardships when she was young, maybe it was stumbling when being chased by the wicked, maybe it was entangled and stumbled on the dance floor.But her hands are slender and fair, and they are still very cute.

Salome narrowed her eyes and looked at Judal licking and kissing her palm without emotion, and asked casually, "Since when did you start colluding with Sinbad in private?"

"Don't use such an ugly word as collusion—it's obvious that he begged me on his knees, so I reluctantly agreed."

Salomella bloomed: "Hahaha, if he hears it, you will die."

"Hey, as long as I'm useful to him, he won't do anything to me."

"My lord priest, do you have any emotional words to express?"

"Tch, after that person took Palutibia into his palm, he really did all kinds of foolish things like early menopause. He didn't decide on internal affairs, but he only thought about expanding his territory in foreign affairs, and dreamed some unrealistic spring and autumn dreams."

Hearing Judal's serious evaluation, Salome was full of interest, and then raised her head eagerly to hear the following: "Oh?"

But he added another sentence with a normal expression: "How can my world allow ordinary people like him to covet it?"

"Hahaha……"

Judal, who is as big as a kid, is the most lovable side!

Salome thought so sincerely.

"Ah, by the way, I was so busy chatting, I almost forgot that someone came to see you."

Only then did Salome glance over Judal's shoulder and look into the yard—I saw a thin figure standing under the tree, as if isolated from the playful atmosphere in the house, exuding a quiet atmosphere, but Looking at a white flower on a branch.

"Mamon!"

Salome threw an elbow on Judal's side, protesting that he didn't say such an important thing until now, and then, like a beast full of vitality, she jumped across the threshold nimbly with her skirt and went straight to the little figure.

But any warm scene is not suitable for Salome. For example, this time, after she hugged Mamon, Mamon said with a blank face: "Woman without taste, the more your perfume smells It's getting more and more pungent, are you trying to smoke me to death?"

"...Stop for me! Don't run if you can! Get down from the tree!"

Judal leaned against the door, watching the two chasing and running around in the yard, and suddenly had unexpected patience to wait for them to finish—because at this moment, Salome had a rare happy smile on her face.

The autumn night has not yet reached the point where it is bitingly cold, just standing outside and being blown through by a gust of wind will produce some unbearable chills, the joints between the bones are blunted, and the movements of raising hands and walking are not smooth.

Mamun stood on the roof of the pavilion where Salome lived, and stood straight in the tricky position, showing his light body, worthy of being a member of the assassination group.But when she was attacked suddenly, her movements were obviously not as agile and clean as before. She only dodged a side kick before being hit by a hand knife, and she staggered back a few steps.

……Um?Much lighter than expected.

She stared, only to realize that it was Judal's "warm greeting" just now, not a real late-night raid.

"You are coming back at this time, you are under orders." Judal's face was hard to see serious.

Seeing Mamon nodded, he couldn't hide the anger in his tone, and there were strong fluctuations in his breath: "She treats you well!"

"She was really nice to me. The man was not pleasant, but was actually very gentle."

In the blink of an eye, Mamun thought of that person's often teasing sweet eyes—she was like a glass of wine, possessing the magic power to make people drunk before drinking.

"Then why did you choose to come back? Even if you take the initiative to lose your spine and ask Syndria to protect your safety, that person will never trouble you again."

That person——the person who ordered her to assassinate Sinbad is also the current king of Palutibia.

Although he is no longer regarded as the master, there are still more important things to be done.

"I want to be that person's last resistance. Give her a choice at the last moment, so that she is not forced to choose to burn the boat."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You'll know then."

Three days later, the palace music of Palutibia played in unison, indicating that the feast has begun, and the theme is well-known - dancing.

In this way, it can be a metaphor that Sindelia has bowed to Palutibia, and now he has to donate his treasures in order to hope that the two countries will have a good relationship, and the smoke of gunpowder will disappear.

For such a grand and solemn venue, Salome's appearance can't be casual.At this moment, her cloud hair is meticulously tied up, and the exquisite lines of her face are smoothly drawn to the jade neck. This time, the golden crown on the top of her head is more prominent, with small dragon branches facing each other, full of gold ornaments, and tassels on her fragrant shoulders. The slight tremors while walking gave off a dazzling golden light, picking up a clear and clear sound of pieces of Kunshan jade.

Xiangxue brushed her hair on, her makeup was radiant and glamorous, and the gemstones between her eyebrows were shining with luster, but it was not half as bright as the drunken eyes in her eyes.

A year ago, Palutibia presented a beautiful but fierce peacock.A year later, Schindelia presented a dancer who was much smaller than a peacock, but she was equally beautiful and immaculate, with a soul-stirring and enchanting posture, and hidden evil intentions that no one knew.

— dancing girl?No, today she is a villain.

I saw her walking slowly with jade-toed delicate steps like stepping on a lotus, her dance clothes fluttered left and right as she walked forward, and when she arrived at the atrium, Shi Ran raised her arm holding the umbrella, and inadvertently folded it into a full embrace of Huaguang, and then She opened the dancing umbrella with a leisurely expression, half of her face was covered by the brim of the umbrella as it rotated, only the two petals of red lips curved into charming arcs were exposed.

"What does she want to do?"

Hearing such vulgar questions from the people around him, Judal replied impatiently: "Shut up and read carefully."

The bell shook——she threw the umbrella into the air, and everyone followed instinctively. The dancing dress spun into a red lotus in the corner of the eye. It returned to the owner's hand steadily, and it seemed that it did not exert its weight at all, and the movement was as light as picking up a flower.

Slender and slender waist folded well, bending back into an arc while provoking the toes, the handle of the umbrella hangs straight above the instep for no reason - don't forget, that is not an ordinary umbrella, but an umbrella from Crowe A subordinate device of the Demon God of Serre.

The umbrella dance is flying!

Salome didn't land on the ground, she flew into the air and flipped, and Yi Ren's reflection on the ground suddenly unscrewed like a red crane jumping, and the soft shirt fell slowly after Yi Ren landed, and the reflection gradually returned to calm. .

Sometimes it grinds the foot dust and dances back to the flowing snow.Sometimes the arms of the lotus root bloom, and the waist of the willow seems to be folded.Sometimes I throw my sleeves to the beam, and pick up the musk from afar.It should be that the fairy was drunk and smashed the dance shirt.

After dancing for a while, she finally merged with the umbrella again, floated up in the air and rotated slowly. Her fingertips lightly tapped the void, and everywhere they passed were scattered lights and stars, which slowly fell like a rain of flowers.

Stepping on the celestial road paved with light spots, the "fairy" walked down from the air step by step, straight to the front of the emperor's seat, and appeared in those eyes full of shock.Her beautiful eyes are affectionate, and her long eyelashes tremble slightly:

"Your Majesty, do you like the concubine's dance?"

"Like, like..."

She smiled coquettishly, put the umbrella into his hand while he was in a trance, and then pulled it out with strength - the dragon sang out of its sheath, and the umbrella sword appeared in the world.The people in the seat only saw a ray of silver light stabbing at their faces, but stopped suddenly at the tip of their noses, and saw Salome holding a sword and smiling viciously:

"I'm sorry~"

Not allowed to be captured for a moment, he scrambled back to the center of the dance floor, not even giving the emperor time to get angry.It was only when the little maid stepped forward to serve the wine that this capricious page was turned over.Judal saw the nervousness of the maid serving the wine, and the taste he detected through his sensitive sense of smell... There is a drug in this wine.

No wonder, want to fuck her.

Judal accepted it, showing a tolerant look to the little maid.Seeing the priest smiling at him, the latter almost died of fright.

When holding a sword instead of a dancing umbrella, every muscle in his body seems to be changing, and the teacher's sword movement is also replayed in time in his mind. The characteristic of Galluka's swordsmanship is-fast!

The steps under her feet quickened, the flow of air was far slower than the speed of swinging the sword, and the sound of the long sword chopping the air was still clear.A dance of swords comes down and falters, and it shines brightly for nine days, very dazzling.

The last move was to turn around and draw the sword to point directly at the emperor.

This sword split the vicissitudes of life into two. Her indifferent eyes followed the silver smoothness of the sword to Dragul. Maybe it was because she danced too much, and the scene in front of her was blurred by fatigue. She tried to see the chaos clearly. Like an upside-down world, he narrowed his eyes again, leaving only the dirty soul in his vision.

That was her enemy, and Sinbad's enemy.

At this moment, a butterfly flew in and circled in front of Salome, who was slightly startled.

...that was the butterfly that Sinbad had said he would give her.

She said that this butterfly can no longer be a silly trick like sprinkling gold powder, it has to be covered with fluorescent light all over its body, and it has to surround her all the time, so that she is willing to have fun.

He did it.

A rustling sound approached from behind, Salome turned sideways to avoid the sword strike, but when she saw who made the attack, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Mammon stood not far away, dressed in dance clothes and holding a light sword.

Salome's slender eyebrows couldn't help frowning, but she couldn't ask questions on the spot, and she couldn't figure out why Mamun appeared here--before she could get the answer, Mamun picked up the light sword and issued a second attack. attack.It's just that she didn't choose a tricky angle, but easily avoided it by dancing.

...Do you want to dance double swords?

Salome raised her sword again with some doubts, and headed forward. When the two swords collided and their dimples were staggered, Mamon's lowered voice sounded in his ears:

"First, Sinbad asked me to bring you the butterfly. You can control it freely with your abilities."

The blades of the swords were fully rubbed against each other, making a clear and piercing sound. The two exchanged positions, and at the same time turned around to confront each other again.

"Secondly, if you want to assassinate King Zuo, you have to kill me first."

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Browsing up and down, Guangyao Nine Days ← Refer to Gongsun Da Niang Sword Dance

Ah... Finally wrote the dance... Completed the task...

One more dance in the next volume