The outfit Chen Baiqi is wearing is a Weisi crane-pattern pleated gauze skirt specially customized by Ji Yan. It is a dance dress, with flowing colors and flying flowers, symbolizing the auspiciousness of a hundred cranes.

Chen Baiqi thought that she had only danced the sword dance, but doing this now... was inappropriate.

She covered her eyes and stood there quietly. In order to make room for her to dance, the people around her moved back several meters. Not far away was a bonfire. The firelight spread all over the ground, reflecting the shadows in the distance.

The black shadow building was dark and blurry, but the nearby environment was bright and soft, as if all the light was concentrated on her alone for an instant.

Chen Baiqi thought that now that she had a young and soft body, she might be able to revisit the postures that she did not dare to try or failed in the past.

She has no stage fright in the public eye. After all, she has often lectured to many students in lecture halls with thousands of people watching her. She is used to being stared at by all kinds of eyes.

What to dance for?

Soon, she made a decision.

If it’s too complicated and you can’t figure it out, if it’s too simple and you’re afraid you won’t be able to get past it, then just do whatever you want.

In her early years in Country M, she followed the public to many opera houses, art galleries and modern palaces in her spare time. She was envious of dances with elegant artistic conceptions such as ballet and peacock dance. She also enrolled in some training classes. Unfortunately, she was older.

However, these dances, which require time accumulation and talent cultivation, eventually failed to survive her years and laziness, and ended without any disease.

When I was learning to dance, I was getting older and my bones were basically hardened. The body now forged by the Qilin bloodline would probably be able to support such sharp twists and folds.

Dancing, getting up, pointeing, she rotated and extended, her clothes flew away, and her waist was so beautiful that everyone couldn't take their eyes away.

This is a ballet pointe movement.

Ji Yan couldn't help but be stunned.

I can't believe that she... really found a treasure.

My head hurts so much that I can't dance too intensely, so I have to be very particular about every beat and movement to make it watchable and beautiful.

Chen Baiqi danced to the beat. Her dancing posture was like a dream, but the joints in her body were as flexible as a snake, allowing her to twist freely.

Lifting her legs, touching her forehead, turning her body in an instant, raising her hands high, her skirt blooming into flowers, she didn't deliberately act at all, every movement was natural and smooth, like a white lotus emerging from the water.

She showed off her beautiful face, a pair of long eyebrows and a pair of eyes that could speak thousands of words.

She stood solemnly.

Chen Baiqi's gaze actually flew by at will, but he inadvertently bumped into the long eyes of Pei Nanshan. His eyes were clear and moist, like dewdrops about to fall, with a glimmer of light in them, so penetrating that it was hard to describe, and without words.

She immediately lowered her eyelashes, exerted her strength, and turned sideways.

Pei Nanshan's long eyes showed a trace of confusion, he frowned, and there was more contemplation in his eyes.

These eyes... gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity?

Dance, dance calmly, has a comfortable form and a broad meaning. Although Chen Baiqi's dance comes casually, it is tempered. Her heart is wandering in the boundless space. The first movement is like leaning down, but also like looking up. It's like that

He is graceful and unhurried, and his casual movements are never out of order, and his hands, eyes, and body movements all follow the rhythm.

The slender robe is fluttering in the wind, the long sleeves are crisscrossing left and right, an endless stream of postures are flying and spreading, the twists and turns of the body, the hands and feet are merging...

Her dancing was unheard of, and her simple and casual movements were so soul-stirring. She was like a born dancing spirit, with every move and gesture she made shining.

Wei Xi fell silent, Zhang Yi was stunned, and everyone else was stunned.

Right now, no one dares to question her dance, and no one will question her words.

Her dance shows a lonely and proud soul, unyielding and independent.

The heavy snow covers the green pines, which are tall and straight. The thin strips brush the layers of trees, and the dense leaves cover the sky. The strong wind knows the integrity, and the snow shows the sincerity.

Everyone stopped at this moment. At this moment, only a sober voice sounded like a clear whistle in the long night: "Daban Ji, regarding your involvement in the murder of my Yuelu disciples by your Yuyuan singer, I hope someone is in Caocheng."

When you meet Mr. Mengchang, can you give me an explanation?"

Ji Yan suddenly woke up and looked towards Mount Peinan.

At the first glance, she was struck by the jade-like eyes of Han Xing, and her heart palpitated.

However, when I looked at him again, I saw that Chief Peinan still looked gentle and indifferent, invulnerable to all things, and his whole body had completely lost the chilling look just now.

If he got caught with this matter, it would definitely not be ok.

If it weren't for Mengchang Jun's affairs in Caocheng, he would probably have an attack now.

"Let's go."

Mount Peinan didn't finish the dance, so he put the boneless girl, Ji Yan, and the others behind him. He turned around indifferently and left with everyone.

The others did not dare to go against his will, and even if they still had a lingering reluctance in their eyes, they would forcefully wink him and follow him away.

It's rare to see a good dance, but not from beginning to end.

But unexpectedly, I heard a clear and clean voice coming from behind, panting slightly, but as clear as a crane.

"Chen Rong respectfully sends you my best greetings."

Peinan Shanzhang's footsteps hesitated, and for some reason, he couldn't help but look back.

Maybe... I want to take another look at those eyes to see what is so different about them.

However, when he looked back, he saw that "Chen Rong" was "alive" one moment, and the next moment, the figure of Tingting was like a broken paper kite, and her clothes were scattered like faint ink falling. As soon as the person softened, she was about to face her.

Falling to the ground.

His eyes were fixed, and he suddenly remembered the injury on her head. His mind went blank for a moment, and he opened his mouth to speak.

But before he could say anything, he saw her waist being held by a pair of strong and slender arms.

Peinan took a quick look and saw that she had fainted on Wei Xi's body.

It turned out that just now, Chen Baiqi couldn't resist the collapse of his body, and Fang's eyes turned black and he fainted, while Wei Xi was the closest to her, but for some reason, Wei Xi, who always hated and teased women the most, actually came to help.

Wei Xi held the waist that was not tight in his arms. The fragrant and soft body was as light as a feather, strange and novel. The flesh of the arms was a little numb, but the bones were also a little tight. Wei Xi stared coldly.

Looking at Chen Baiqi's unconscious face, his eyes gradually deepened.

He knows how to dance, but not martial arts. He has no calluses on his hands and belly, and his steps are light, but he has no foundation in kung fu.

His dancing skills are superb but his movements are a bit rusty. It seems that he was taught by a skilled person but has not practiced for a long time. The previous words can explain it.

All these considerations have reduced some of the doubts in my mind.

Ji Yan opened his eyes, startled, and quickly asked two servants to come forward to help Chen Baiqi over.

However, the moment he approached, Wei Xi bent down first and picked up Chen Baiqi. Without looking away, he directly bypassed Ji Yan's outstretched hand and strode Chen Baiqi into the carriage.

When Wei Xi acts outside, he has always been cold-hearted and does whatever he wants. Once he realizes that he has misunderstood others, he knows how to start well and end well, and does not play tricks on others.

After he put the person down, he thought for a while, then took out a finger-long bamboo tube and placed it on the side where Chen Bai stood up. After putting down the car curtain, he turned around and left with the Yuelu disciples.

Chen Rong, Chen Shi.

Ji Yan, on the other hand, kept his hands stiff from beginning to end, then slowly lowered them, clenching his palms into fists in a direction that no one noticed, and sneered ferociously.

Today's humiliation will be repaid in the future!

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After everything calmed down, Chen Baiqi woke up leisurely. At this time, the carriage was pitch black, without the light of the candle. Through the leaky window, he could see the sky above was dark blue and dark, and it was almost dawn.

Come to think of it, after she passed out, someone came into the carriage.

She didn't move, keeping her waking position, because she vaguely heard someone whispering outside the carriage.

The voice was very small, but it couldn't hide it from Chen Baiqi's ears.

"Now that Muzi has been killed, who do you plan to send to take her place?" A male voice was rough and obviously disguised.

In Ji Yan's voice, she said indifferently: "You don't need to worry about this matter, I have my own arrangements."

The Ji Yan at this moment is different from the Ji Yan Chen Baiqi knew. Before, her voice was full of charm and charm, but now she is cold and arrogant, like a dagger that does not conceal its edge, dripping with blood.

The man laughed evilly: "Haha, I naturally believe in the Assassin League. I hope there won't be any accidents this time."

Assassin's League? What kind of organization is this? Chen Baiqi secretly wrote down the name.

"Accident? If people from your caravan hadn't provoked the Yuelu disciples, why would such a ridiculous accident have happened?" Ji Yan's tone dropped.

The man was silent for a moment, then Fang said hoarsely: "The person has been dealt with..."

Ji Yan snorted coldly.

The Assassin League's mysterious codename "Muzi" was supposed to join the caravan on her behalf, but unexpectedly he lost his life because of that stupid person's carelessness. Who can she find to explain this big hole to her!

"Just deal with it. Sooner or later, such a stupid person will just feed and drink to the enemy."

The man curled his lips: "After all, this person is also someone sent from over there. He killed someone this time. If Mr. Lang asks about it when the time comes, I hope that Ji Daban can agree with me."

When Ji Yan mentioned the "husband", his expression paused, and his eyes showed a bit of ambiguity.

"Don't worry, it is not easy for our Assassin League to train an assassin of Xuan generation, Mai Ji. She was killed so easily. I will not be merciful to those who harmed her. Even if you don't take action, I, Ji Yan, will

I will never let him go."

"Ji Daban is indeed a person who likes grudges. This time you and I cooperate and hope that we can successfully capture Tian Wen's head and claim credit and reward from Mr. Lang." The man couldn't hide his excitement when he mentioned this.

But Ji Yan was not as enthusiastic as him. The Assassin League only took money to buy heads, but recognized the money but not the people. They were not interested in becoming an official and becoming a leader.

"Have you made arrangements over there?"
To be continued...