Ziyun's face was extremely dismal and she couldn't help but want to take action several times.

Jiang Xiao quickly stopped him, and thought to himself, "Chi Tian, ​​protect my mind."

Said,

Jiang Xiao took a deep breath, suppressed all kinds of feelings, and forced himself to turn around.

In the palace, there are plain curtains surrounded by screens painted with various patterns as the background, which complements the unique dance of the woman in the palace uniform.

Her body is as soft as clouds, her arms are as soft as boneless, her toes dance, her lotus-like dance moves, and her butterflies flying among flowers, making anyone so intoxicated that they can't be suppressed.

Dance is the mother of human art. During the primitive society, people in the tribe knew nothing, but they would gather together and dance fanatically in the fire.

Watching a person's dance, you can actually see a lot of things.

But at this moment,

Jiang Xiao swallowed his saliva. Even if there were the demonic traces of Chitian, his scalp still felt numb.

"Is she performing the way with her body?"

This idea is extremely terrifying, and the reason is very simple.

In this way, the woman in the palace dress who was standing in front of her was almost a Taoist slave!

Buzz ~

In the divine palace, the demon Taoist sent a strange power to protect his mind, and try not to fall deeply into this woman's avenue.

"Senior brother?"

Next to him, Ziyun was startled.

Why did the senior brother turn his head? Didn’t he say he was not allowed to look at that woman?

At this moment—

Jiang Xiao's eyes were occupied by a unique mysterious rhyme, and then he involuntarily raised his right hand to outline a strange pattern in the void.

If you observe carefully, you will find that this is actually a trace of Tao!
Chapter completed!