Chapter 145 Battle Prince, Wind Battle Field 4
"My lord Zhan, women are human beings too. Beiling is a woman who is better than any man. Do you want to meet me?" Baili Lingyun asked calmly with a smile.

"How did you know?"

"I don't dare to be knowledgeable. Doesn't the lord want to watch popular singing and dancing? I happen to know some, why don't you let me perform for the lord." Ling Beiyan smiled clearly, but his momentum did not lose at all. He met Feng Zhanye Sight.

This woman is not easy.

Feng Zhanye quickly came to this conclusion, and then the corners of his mouth soon evoked a smile, "Okay, this king will give you this chance."

"Thank you, my lord." Ling Beiyan smiled, but there was a smirk in his eyes.

Feng Zhanye, my aunt must make you regret giving me this opportunity to dance!

The dancers all retreated and gave up their position to Ling Beiyan.

Even Baili Lingyun here has a curious expression on his face, wondering what Ling Beiyan is going to do here.

Without changing clothes, Ling Beiyan was wearing the long light red dress.

Taking off the shoes on her feet, Ling Beiyan revealed a pair of pink and white jade feet. Bells were worn on her feet and wrists, and there was a crisp sound as she walked, "Prepare me a red silk .”

The fiery red silk was quickly brought up.

Holding a fiery red silk in her hand, Ling Beiyan is only 13 years old now, and her body is not yet fully developed. That figure is completely incomparable with that sexy and hot dancer, but it has a bit of girlish immaturity, Sentimental, but a different kind of touching.

For a moment, everyone's uneasy eyes fell on Ling Beiyan.

Feng Zhanye is already angry, if Ling Beiyan's singing and dancing can't make Feng Zhanye happy, then it will be really troublesome.

There was a tense expression on everyone's face for a while.

Although Baili Lingyun didn't know what Ling Beiyan was going to do, he still believed in Ling Beiyan here completely and unconditionally.

There is no need for accompaniment, Ling Beiyan turned around, and the red silk in his hand broke through the air, mixed with strength, and spun directly in the air, making a particularly crisp sound.

Different from the soft dance steps of ordinary singers, Ling Beiyan's small body seems to be filled with infinite power, the red silk in her hand is constantly flying out, and with Ling Beiyan's movements, the bell also makes a crisp sound The sound, every time the bell rang, was consistent with Ling Beiyan's movements.

Her dress was flying, and at this moment Ling Beiyan said that she looked like a dancing butterfly, and her dancing posture was so moving that the faces of the men present all showed expressions of being astonished.

Such a dance seems to be ordinary, but it is not as vigorous as an ordinary woman. It perfectly blends with that petite figure, combining hardness and softness. It is indeed different from the ordinary dancing.

Also raising his eyebrows with interest, Feng Zhanye also raised the wine glass in his hand.

Seeing Feng Zhanye's action, Ling Beiyan's mouth quickly curled into an evil smile.

This Feng Zhanye, don't you think that she really just wants to dance for him?
She, Ling Beiyan, did not dance for nothing.

Thinking of this, Ling Beiyan felt a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes, and the red silk in his hand broke through the air, shattering the air, and shot toward Feng Zhanye here. !
(End of this chapter)

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