Chapter 1394

Little martial uncle singing? Can he have all five tones? The dance of Emperor Ming Jue? Cough... Forgive her for imagining incompetence. The Emperor Ming Jue has a black face, and his whole body is full of strangers. He turns around and shakes his sleeve to leave. But is pulled back by Mu Yan, holding his waist not to let go. She forced herself to smile and looked up: "Di mingjue, today is the celebration party of Yaoguang branch. You are also a member of Yaoguang branch. How can you not attend it?" Emperor Ming Jue sneered: "I'm not you!" He is the emperor of tangtangjiyu, a member of Yaoguang branch? Bullshit! With that, you are about to run. However, he was pulled back by Muyan. Mu Yan's eyes were bright and his face was full of cunning, "even if you are not a member of Yaoguang branch, you are also my family! I am a student of Yaoguang branch. Since you are my family member, you are also a member of Yaoguang branch. Or do you want to abandon me? " "Emperor Ming Jue:" he gritted his teeth: "you admire Yan, you don't want to advance an inch!" Muyan, hahaha, she'll make an inch“ Honey, don't be shy. " Mu Yan shook his hand with a smile, "isn't it just dancing? I believe that no matter what it is, it will not be difficult for you, my Lord! " Emperor Ming Jue looked at her for a long time, suddenly raised the corner of her lips, showing a meaningful smile, "OK, I'll take part. But Yan Yan, don't regret it for a while. " Regret? What does she regret? Although so think, Mu Yan heart but suddenly surge up bad premonition. Is she, lifting a stone and hitting herself in the foot? Soon, xiaoyaomen showed that they were not good at things. Muyan directly embroidered a pile of mandarin ducks, even the appearance of grass chicken could not be seen. Leng Yumo didn't draw anything, but he made himself colorful. At the end of the Chu Dynasty, he was the best. He started barbecue and baked a dark dish with a stench. Even Muyan, the waste cooking wood, makes better things than him. Finally, it's the turn of the two mentors. But several people looked at each other, but no one dared to urge. On the contrary, they all looked at Mu Yan. Mu Yan coughed lightly and pushed the Emperor Ming Jue, "master Mo, it's your turn." Emperor Ming Jue stood up slowly. Peerless face in the moonlight, more and more amazing. He came to Mu Yan step by step and reached out to her. That pair of ice blue eyes are not instant looking at the girl in front of me. The bottom of the eyes is persistent, fiery and overbearing, but it is more tender. Mu Yan felt that he almost drowned in the deep eyes. My mind was in a trance for a moment, then unconsciously reached out to him. At the next moment, Muyan's whole body had already soared into the air, and was flying in the air with Emperor Ming Jue. Under the moonlight, the handsome man holds the delicate girl. The two figures nestle together, embrace each other and blend together. There was no music, but they seemed to step on the beat, sometimes jumping, sometimes spinning, sometimes leaning back. Yingying moonlight plated a layer of silver on their bodies, so beautiful, and so fit. People can't help but envy and yearn. A few people in xiaoyaomen were stunned. They never thought that master Mo's dance was like this. It was the first time that they saw such a wonderful and romantic dance.