The second one was stunned. Zhou Yu said... Didn't you like any of them?

These dancing girls are already the most beautiful and innocent girls. They have a secret love for him, but they are few and indifferent.

The second son looked down at Zhou Yu, who was half lying on the tiger chair. He took a wine glass, casually and wantonly. His handsome eyes were occasionally raised and unspeakably boring.

What can I do?

The third is a clever ghost. He patted xuanyingluo on the shoulder and said with a loud laugh, "Xiao Si, today is my brother's 30th birthday. Why don't you go up and dance for my brother?"

Xuanyingluo is now a woman disguised as a man, a fake boy. The old three asked her to dance?

Xuanyingluo glanced at the third man. The third man blinked wildly, flattering and excited.

Xuanyingluo was helpless, but there was a faint warm current flowing in her heart. She was ordered to come here. She was different from the people here after all, but the second and third and... Zhou Yu treated her very well. They laughed and played with her on weekdays and regarded her as friends and relatives.

The guests at the scene "brushed" their eyes on xuanyingluo. Usually, the senior general takes this little four with him. Compared with their strong men, this little four is really feminine. When we look at xuanyingluo's lips, the diamond lips are ruddy. They are that kind of bright red, which is more beautiful than these girls who dance and wear lipstick.

Someone quickly said with a smile, "fourth master, the boss usually treats you so well. It can be seen that you must be outstanding. I see that many men sing and dance. It's really nothing for women. Can the fourth master also show us a hand, or let us know how you confuse the boss? Ha ha ha."

These are Zhou Yu's subordinates. They drank a little wine. In private, Zhou Yu and Xiao Si didn't spread much about it, so now everyone red necked and ordered xuanyingluo to go to the stage and watch the play by themselves.

Xuanyingluo raised her eyes and looked at Zhou Yu. Zhou Yu's posture remained unchanged, but a pair of painted black eyes were also looking at him.

They teased him, but he didn't help her.

At ordinary times, he had already scolded the people. When he brought her back, he knew that she was cold-blooded and didn't like to associate with others.

Now Zhou Yu is looking at her with a glass of wine. The beautiful corners of her lips are hooked with a shallow arc. This is a handsome man of 30 years old. A lone wolf in the North has come to today's high position. He is in power. It can be said that he is quite charming.

At ordinary times, he would really help her out, but the last conversation between the two people was interrupted because she left angrily. When everyone asked her to dance, his dark eyes overflowed with a bit of fun and fun.

She was angry again in her mind. She just hugged her for a moment. She was too angry and asked him to coax her. Zhou Yu's heart moved. Her dark eyes rolled around her little face and looked at her like a smile. After looking at her for a few minutes, she gave birth to some... Immorality. The girls who danced were blushing and heartbeat. They were almost charmed by such an evil man, but in xuanyingluo's view, there was only two words - ruffian.

Xuanyingluo's small face was faint. Only her eyes in autumn were clear and bright. She stood up and said, "brother, today is your 30th birthday. How about I dance for brother?"

Zhou Yu was teasing her, but unexpectedly, she really agreed. He lifted his thin lips and became a little interested. "Can you dance?"

Who is xuanyingluo's mother, Xia Ling.

In those days, when Xia Ling danced, there were thousands of people in the empty lane. Xuan Yingluo was taught to dance by her mother since she was a child. Her flexible waist was easy to break, and she could hold any kind of dance with her hands.

When xuanyingluo was 18 years old, Xia Ling's daughter showed such a proud look and praised, "Yingluo's dance is enough to charm all the good men in the world."

Xuanyingluo smiled and said nothing. Although she was a woman, she didn't mean it.

Now she said she wanted to dance. Naturally, she couldn't dance the women's dance. At this time, Xuan Yingluo saw a sword. "Brother, have you seen the sword dance?"

Sword dance?

Xuanyingluo only took off her heavy outer coat and exposed the clean white clothes inside. The music of singing and dancing just now also changed the style. At the beginning, it was the combination of zither and zither. Xuanyingluo now stood in the center of the hall, with a green and white hand clinging to a sword and began to dance lightly.

There was no sound in the hall. Even when the needle fell to the ground, you could hear it clearly. Xuan Yingluo's small face lined with white clothes was as white as snow. She had learned to dance since childhood. White clothes were not self-cultivation and deliberately did it, but she was extremely graceful, especially when she was good at dancing.

Xuan Yingluo danced and rotated with the music. The zither and zither with high mountains and long rivers slowly walked into a small high point and became stormy. She saw the wind of her flowers and shadows, tied her sleeves together, and perfectly integrated a heroic and valiant in the woman's charming color. Where the sword wind pointed, the fragrance overflowed. For a moment, the colorful flowers were everywhere, and I didn't know the heaven and earth.

The second and third guests of the whole hall looked at her, but she had already taken her heart and forgot to breathe.

Zhou Yu didn't move. He was still half lying on the tiger chair, but the wine cup in his hand had stopped. A pair of ink eyes fell on xuanyingluo, and it was hard to move it for half a minute.

Xuan Yingluo is so different from women in this world.

At this time, the dance was over, the sound of the piano was coming to an end, and Xuan Yingluo came lightly. With the last note, the sword in her hand also touched Zhou Yu's raised Adam's apple, as if she could cut her throat with a sharp blade.

Zhou Yu's handsome and cold facial features didn't have any emotional waves. The sword eyebrow on her temples was slightly picked. She thought she really remembered her revenge, but when she danced, she dared to point at him with a sword and pull it back.

Zhou Yu's two slender fingers caught the tip of the sword and slightly folded it. Xuanyingluo felt a numbness in the palm of her hand. With a "clang", her sword had dropped off and fell to the ground.

Xuan Yingluo smiled. "Happy birthday, brother."

She wanted to turn back and sit down, but at this time, a broad palm leaned over, clasped her slender white wrist, and pulled hard, and xuanyingluo fell directly into a strong chest.

All of them are strange and strong men, masculine and full of force.

Xuanyingluo raised her eyes, and the autumn eyes like water bumped into a pair of dark eyes as deep as the cold abyss. At the moment, she has entered Zhou Yu's arms.

"Big brother, let go."

Zhou Yu didn't let go. He slowly hooked his lips and his eyes were so dark that people couldn't see the bottom. At this time, Xuan Yingluo only felt that his small jaw was tight and had been pinched by his fingers. Even his watery autumn eyes were sucked into his deep dark eyes like a cold pool. He smiled, "Xiao Si, we've been together for so long, I don't know your name and how old you are this year?"

Xuanying Luo Yujie trembled and was alert. Did Zhou Yu see through her daughter?

But it doesn't hurt.

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