Unrivaled Miracle Doctor and the God-Defying Demonic Consort

The robe is lightly raised, and the water-blue skirt gauze is as soft as water. The red brocade robe is as warm as fire.

Every time Mu Qingge settled down, he steadily stepped on the beat. Qin Yiyao didn't have to do anything at all, just follow her.

Relax, everything is up to me. Feeling Qin Yiyao's nervousness, Mu Qingge whispered in her ear.

A slightly warm breath brushed from the tip of his ear.

Qin Yiyao's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and the tips of her ears quickly turned red. 'Relax, it's all about me. ' The usual few words made her feel surprisingly dependable.

This feeling made her unfamiliar.

Instinctively, she wanted to resist, but her body faithfully relaxed the tension.

White cheeks, dyed with blush. During the dance, Qin Yiyao secretly looked at the side face that was close at hand. There was no trace of frivolity in those clear eyes, so clean that it made people feel guilty. The beautiful face suddenly became less annoying, making her involuntarily want to outline it with her eyes.

Tango is the representative of passion.

However, in Mu Qingge's dance steps, she jumped out of another style. The two dancing lightly, sometimes like a lingering couple, and sometimes like separate lovers.

The neat dance steps, the tall and straight waist, moving with the melody, and the blend of rigidity and softness make this dance surpass those empty court dances.

The wind is rising.

The fallen leaves in the garden were blown, and the pink petals were drawn into the air and came towards the stage.

It seems that they are all attracted by the graceful dance of the two and dance for them.

The unfamiliar dance moves and the wonderful feeling made Qin Yiyao lose her mind for the first time. She moved with Mu Qingge's movements, her whole body was like dancing butterflies, and there was a sense of freedom to break free from her confinement.

The wind blowing by her cheeks, and the colorful fallen flowers in her eyes made her forget that at this moment, only the people who danced with her remained in her eyes.

It's so beautiful! What kind of dance is this?

I've never seen one.

This dance and this song should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world.

The music continued to repeat, and the dance steps never stopped. At this moment, it seemed that everyone had forgotten the discordant atmosphere and the ruthless ridicule.

Everyone, hope this dance will not stop.

Even Qin Jinhao's eyes were full of shock. His eyes were tightly locked on the red that was beating like flames on the stage.

Si Mo's deep eyes were dark and endless. The glaze-like luster covered all his emotions, but at this moment, in these eyes, there was a fiery red figure and a flying Luoying.

Muran, a thought arose in his mind, which almost made him unable to control it.

'If it was me who danced with Xiaoge'er, it would be great. ’

In the fantasy, the dancing figure in the bottom of the eyes seems to have changed, the aqua blue figure gradually fades away, and it is replaced by the white one from the dust. He held the flaming red, and he took her to dance in the colorful fall...

Father, when will Qingge dance? Mu Lianrong asked in a daze.

In her eyes, she was already shocked by this dance. Even, she suspected that she was just having a dream.

The questioned Mu Xiong was also inexplicable. He had never seen such a special dance, and he had never seen Mu Qingge dancing. Unable to give his daughter an answer, he could only slowly shake his head.

At the same time, he also blamed himself in his heart for not caring enough about his grandson.

At the banquet, apart from the melodious music, there was no sound at all. Everyone opened their eyes wide, admiring Mu Qingge's shocking dance.