Chapter 1341

Seeing this, Lyon quickly lost his smile and said, "this is a large sum of money from our song and dance troupe. It's specially sent to everyone to dance."

The soldier nodded with a smirk, but his eyes were reluctant to move away from Irene, because he knew that these beauties must belong to Leader Harry, and they could only enjoy themselves.

Without much hesitation, the people, led by the soldiers, entered the earthen fort, which was made of stone and cement. It looked a bit dilapidated.

But Harry's army has thousands of people, only a part of them are stationed in the base camp. There are a lot of them, so naturally they work harder. However, these people don't care. They don't live well, but they don't lack meat and wine.

The troupe had a special rest room. The soldier took a few people in and left.

"Don't forget what I said. They will all dance around you when they come in. Just turn around in the middle. They are all rough guys. I can't see you can't dance." Leon told Irene.

Irene nodded. She had never eaten pork and had seen pigs run. It was just dancing. It was hard for her.

At this time, the laughter of the crowd came from time to time, and those people were obviously drinking.

After a while, someone came in to inform Lyon that it was time for the dancers.

Irene heard the words, quickly covered half of her face with gauze, adding a sense of mystery to herself, and then walked out with the dancers.

Luan Qingyang is an entourage, can only stand in the corner, but this is enough for him, as long as to ensure Irene's safety.

When you come to such a large open space, you can sit or stand surrounded by people, and there is a bonfire burning in the middle. As soon as the dancer team appears, the crowd starts to make a commotion, and there are endless noises, screams and whistles.

When Irene appeared at the back of the team, people began to get excited. In the land of East Africa, it's hard to see a woman with white skin, not to mention the role of Irene.

Dressed in a white dress, silver hair, white to shiny skin, Irene barefoot, ankle hanging shining ankles, veil cover half face, the whole person like a fairy, holy and inviolable.

Harry, the first to see Irene, originally half leaning on the body can not help sitting up, eyes shining watching Irene dancing by the campfire, his adrenaline surge.

"Chief Harry, this is Erin, the dancer I mentioned to you this afternoon. I paid a lot of money for her. Are you satisfied?" Lyon went up to Harry and whispered.

Harry looked at Irene straight in the eye and nodded with a silly smile: "good, beautiful!"

Seeing Harry's expression, Lyon knew that he didn't notice anything unusual. He could not help but sigh and stepped back in silence.

His task has been completed, the next thing is not for him to participate in.

Irene has been dancing like a real dancer since she entered the stadium, but her eyes are not free for a moment. She has seen morgley's picture, so she can recognize him at a glance.

But at this time, the person sitting in the front seat is not mogri. It should be Harry, the leader of the terrorist force.

Irene keeps scanning around by turning the neutral gear, but she doesn't find morgley.

Hiding in the dark corner of Luan Qingyang has been looking at the field of Irene, Yu Guang is also looking for mogri figure, but also did not find mogri.

Slightly frowned, such a lively occasion, that moglemo did not come out?

And at this time, a figure from Luan Qingyang behind the path out, and Luan Qingyang pass by.

Luan Qingyang subconsciously looked at the side of the head, thought it was a soldier here, but did not think of a look and recognized each other is mogri.

Because the people here are all black, and Morley has white skin and yellow hair like himself, so he doesn't need to be carefully identified.

Mogleiben didn't notice Luan Qingyang in the dark. He didn't find something wrong until he passed by. He just seemed to see a white man?

Looking back, I see Luan Qingyang standing there, and Luan Qingyang has already withdrawn his eyes, pretending not to care, leaning there to watch Irene dancing in the distance.

When mogri saw Luan Qingyang's face, his eyes flashed by. He was a little confused and couldn't help walking forward.

Luan Qingyang felt that mogri came to him, and he could not help pretending to be surprised and looking at mogri: "are you white?"

Mogri looked at Luan Qingyang with his eyes. Luan Qingyang is a standard Nordic face, blonde and very handsome.

See Mo Ge corner of the mouth if have to seem to have no of hook up, looking at Luan Qing Yang to ask: "who are you?"

Morley had always been cautious. He had to be on guard when he saw skin color other than black people in such a place.

Luan Qingyang immediately explained: "I came with the song and dance troupe, and my sister came to dance for them."

Said, Luan Qingyang to the distance picked chin. And he said, "come and dance for them," not "come and dance for you.".

In a simple word, morgley's worries can be dispelled.

Mogri followed Luan Qingyang's eyes and saw a white woman dancing there. Harry's rules he knows, this kind of bonfire party can't do without these programs, so Mogli didn't get suspicious, just looked at Luan Qingyang with a meaningful look in his eyes, and turned back to smile at Luan Qingyang. Luan Qingyang didn't know, so mogri didn't say anything and had already left. As soon as mogri appeared, she was noticed by Irene, but her face remained unchanged, and her posture was light and dancing. Mogri came to Harry and saw that Harry was looking at Irene in a trance. He couldn't help patting him. Harry looked back and saw that he was his good brother. He quickly pulled him to sit down. Then he pointed excitedly to Irene by the campfire and said, "Hey, look, this is the best!" Red fire reflected on Irene's beautiful face, making her whole person alive. Harry rubbed his hands and wanted to jump on it immediately. But morgley just gave Irene a light look, then put his hand to Harry's ear and whispered a few words. Harry listened with a meaningful look in his eyes. After hearing this, he could not help but look at morgley and pick his eyebrows with a smile. Irene has been paying attention to mogri's movement, which shows that he did not pay attention to himself. Irene can't help but move in her head. Now she is twisting her body and taking the initiative to walk to Harry and mogri's position. The graceful figure, the peerless appearance under the veil, the fresh and confused fragrance of women, and Irene's twisted style are all kinds of things that no man can resist.