Chapter 1241： Lord of the Demon Cult, don’t darken 24

What exudes from her is a slightly cold elegance, and it will not make people afraid to approach, and it is completely compatible with the softness of her body.

Very pure, very beautiful.

Those eyes were swept slightly, as if they were suddenly raised with spring water.

The reason why Hua Qing was able to fight for those top cards was naturally extraordinary.

She stood on the high platform, looking at the sea of ​​people below.

The voice came out like a nightingale

"Rouge powder, broken pear blossoms, the beauty in front of the bronze mirror is drunk"

The graceful singing voice spread to everyone's ears in this extremely quiet night.

The ethereal voice whispered, tears in his eyes, which will not fall.

Fragile and distressing.

Suddenly grabbed the hearts of most people.

The name of the first prostitute in the arena has never been an understatement.

The sound was blowing further and further along with the cool night breeze.

After her voice fell for a long time, everyone burst into applause. On the high platform, flowers and silver were constantly throwing upwards.

Hua Qingying bowed,

"Women are not talented, show their ugliness."

Mother Hua looked at the snow-patterned silver on the stage, and in a short while, it covered the periphery of the round stage.

Mother Hua hurriedly ordered her servants to hold the sacks to clean up everything on the high platform.

After a while, everyone calmed down.

And started talking in groups

"You said, what's the origin of the woman who came to provoke Huaqing?"

"Who knows, but she has surpassed Ms. Huaqing, I think it's a mystery."

"Yes, Huaqing doesn't have to say anything while standing there, I feel so distressed that I want to hold it in my arms for comfort and comfort"

"There are so many famous prostitutes in the south of the Yangtze River. Isn't there anything that is kitsch and coquettish? Huaqing can get the first name, do you think it is so simple to make it yourself?"

"I think that woman is really overwhelming. Maybe she thinks she looks good, so she thinks she can surpass Huaqing."

At this time, the discussion became louder and louder

"Oh, I'm gone, I wasted my time, uncle"

Many people came for Hua Qing, and Hua Qing's performance was over, so naturally everyone would not bother to spend this time here.

At this time of confusion, listening to the sound of a piano on the high platform.

The sound of the piano sounded slowly, not as clear and elegant as the spring water Dingdong, nor was it a low-pitched whine. The sound of the piano played slowly, with nails stained with phoenix nails. Fall down one by one.

Then a voice sounded, slow, gentle and lazy

"Little lady, gentle and cozy, beautiful eyes full of spring, Yilian is looking forward to it. The hero returns on the couch, cuddling with the gentleman in front of him with pity."

Her voice was slow, not a verse, it was like telling.

How can you describe the tone of the voice?

A tingling of flattery came to the bone.

Look up.

Then I watched, in the center of the round table, your woman is dressed in red, and a scarlet phoenix blood-weeping hairpin is holding her dark hair, three thousand silks pouring down, her body half leaning on a pile of tall. On the cushions, there is an extremely lazy style.

Piansheng, just when everyone wanted to take a look at their faces, a touch of red gauze covered their faces, only a pair of bright and affectionate eyes staring at everyone.

The bright red nails slowly flicked the strings, and the sound was tactfully and lingering, and a burst of enthusiasm suddenly jumped up, making the **** feel itchy.

This man named Yue'er obviously didn't have too many limbs and explicit behaviors, but it was the look in the eyes, the sound, and the inexplicable **** in the heart of the hooker.