His Highness, Don’t Leave! I Will Lose Weight For You!

Han Fei heard it, he was calling her.

The wind blew the green yarn, and the moment it fell, she saw him.

Falling to the ground embarrassingly, the mask on his face also slipped a little, revealing a pale forehead, but his white neck was dripping with blood, so he raised his head to look at her, his sight seemed to penetrate the green yarn.

The drumsticks in his hand could no longer be held, and it fell to the ground with a bang.

Han Fei knelt on the ground for a moment and a half, gasping for breath, almost weak, her eyes turned black.

"Enable emergency supplement state, host, hold on!"

Han Fei felt an inexplicable force on her limbs, which relieved the overload of her heart. She slowly got up, her clothes were soaked, and she returned to behind the screen in embarrassment, and the people outside were still Never recovered from the aftertaste of the drum.

Outside, the dark clouds dissipated, and the original violent storm was like an illusion. It dissipated cleanly, as if it had never appeared, and the air was still full of the fresh smell of the rainstorm.

Han Fei took the cloak from Li Xiangjun's hand, put it back on, and sat on the ground alone, panting, her pale face still very ugly.

Li Xiangjun looked at Han Fei in a daze. Her heart hadn't recovered from the silence of the drums, and her eyes were filled with awe for the first time.

If Han Yan's Allure Dance is amazing, then Han Fei's war drum is shocking, it seems that the sound of drums that does not belong to the world is too shocking.

Outside, the people who gradually came back to their senses looked at each other, there was a trance, and even their bodies were still shaking, and it took a long time to realize that the performance was over.

However, unexpectedly, there was no applause, no noise, and some just deathly silence.

Han Fei panted and listened to no sound outside, and gave a wry smile. Sure enough, did she fail?

But she really tried her best.

But the last score, a confused trip, stopped abruptly, even without an end, this kind of performance, I am afraid it is terrible.

Han Fei's eye sockets were a little moist. She raised her head hard to prevent tears from falling. It was so ugly that she was not good-looking at first, and it must be scary to cry.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Han Fei turned to see Han Yan standing beside her, her face tense.

Han Fei didn't even have any thoughts to deal with this cheap sister now, but after a glance, she was lost in loss.

Han Yan looked at Han Fei with a gloomy expression, and said, "Why do you play drums?"

The questioning in the tone is clear.

Han Fei grinned and said without rebuttal: "There are too many things you don't know, why, do you want to know me? Sister."

Han Fei emphatically bit the word'sister', and then ignored Han Yan. She recovered some strength and heard some noise outside the screen, so she quickly got up, leaned her head and looked anxiously in the direction of the male god. , The appearance of the male **** just falling down made her feel bad.

As soon as I went out, I saw two people who looked like attendants erected Qin Che and put him on the chair again. Han Fei was so distressed that her whole heart was gripped, and then Qin Che was pushed out. , But before leaving the hall, he still looked in the direction of the screen.

Han Fei felt that he must have seen him, and his heart was slightly loosened. Although her final ending failed, the male **** must be looking at her and be watching her.

Just this is enough.

"Host, it's just so dangerous, you will never be allowed to do this next time! You are dying!"

Han Fei also had lingering fears, the state of being unable to control her, like a gesture of overdrawing her life, she never wanted to recall the second time.

If there is no call from the male god, she will die, die in the drum.

"Why is there such a state?"

This is what Han Fei questioned, and obviously there was no problem with the practice in the virtual space.

"I underestimated the power of the Drum of Goddess. Now the host's body is not fully compatible with the soul, so I can't bear such a consumption."

"So..."

"It's best to reduce the host, no, if not necessary, don't play again."

"Nonsense, if it wasn't for the male god, I would be me! But... I'm afraid I will lose this time. I stopped at the end."

Mentioning this Han Fei is still a little frustrated.

The system couldn't comfort it for a while, so it fell silent.

On the high platform, Qin Huang watched Qin Che being helped down, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, but it was so hidden that almost no one saw it. Everyone felt that the prince who was sealed as a king was really a waste. All seats were taken down. As for Qin Che's yelling'Han Fei', no one except Han Fei could hear it. They just saw the sick prince fell to the ground like this, very embarrassed. Everyone put on mocking eyes and despised them.

On such occasions, with such ugliness, such a king of Qin can be regarded as a failure. I don't know how Qin Emperor gave the title of national surname to such a lame prince.

Qin Mu couldn't tell the slightest attention to this younger brother. His thoughts were still immersed in the drum sound just now. The drum sound that was more shocking than that dance really made him feel his heart, and he even wanted to see him. The mysterious woman playing the drums couldn't sit still for a moment. If it weren't controlled by strong self-control, I was afraid that she would rush to look for the mysterious woman at this moment.

Bai Liwenxiu also has this kind of impatient feeling. His eyes are shining, and his long-established temperament like jade disappears. Instead, he is looking forward to the person who can play such drums. What kind of existence.

There are many more people who have this idea, especially those generals. They think more long-term. If this kind of drums appeared on the battlefield, what a victory would it be!

If the millions of soldiers are fighting high, the result is...

Just think about it, the blood is already boiling!

The painting style of the guests changed, and everyone couldn’t wait to see the strange girl playing, but not many people noticed the peculiarity of this drumbeat, even the heavy rain that came and went hurriedly. It was also regarded as the erratic weather, which comforted Han Fei a little.

Queen Qing frowned. She should have been the protagonist of this celebration. She should have been happy to have such an excellent show, but no one wanted to be taken away from all the limelight. The aunt sensitively noticed the Queen’s expression. , Hurriedly raised his voice: "At the end of the performance of the Ama Palace, the old slaves represent the entire Ama Palace to offer the most sincere wishes to the Queen Empress! I wish the Empress Empress thousands of years, thousands of years, and long live the emperor. year old."

After all, the courtiers also reacted to the most basic purpose of this banquet, and stood up, and Hao Hao said in a soup: "Wish the queen, a thousand years old, a thousand years old, and long live the emperor, long live!"