"Uh..." Yan Jiaoran then realized that she was pinching Qin Yuan's waist.

Immediately, she covered her chest with her jade hands, "It turns out I wasn't dreaming..."

Qin Yuan immediately spitted all over her face, "Can't you pinch yourself? What's the point of pinching me!"

Yan Jiaoran raised her eyebrows and asked in a serious tone, "Where's Yanran?"

Murong Yanran's voice came from behind her, "Your Majesty, Yanran's feet hurt a little bit too..."

"Let me massage it for you?" Yan Jiaoran walked to Murong Yanran without saying anything.

He grabbed Murong Yanran's slender feet and rubbed them gently.

His eyes were still fixed on Ming Zhanxue's performance in the main hall, and he exclaimed in amazement, "How can sister Zhanxue dance so well?"

"I have never heard of this!"

"My body is as light as smoke from a cooking stove, as if I could fly with just a breath."

"Indeed." Qin Yuan couldn't help but nod in amazement.

"This kind of dancing skill is probably only comparable to the legendary Zhao Feiyan's palm dance."

"Dance in the Palm? Zhao Feiyan? Why haven't I heard of it?" Yan Jiaoran left Murong Yanran again, walked over, leaned on Qin Yuan's shoulder, and said in a serious voice.

Hearing this, Qin Yuan, this bastard, seemed very excited and started talking nonsense again.

"Legend has it that during the Western Han Dynasty, there was a queen named Zhao Feiyan."

"Zhao Feiyan came from a humble background, and relied entirely on her beauty and dancing skills to become the mistress of the Six Palaces."

"According to historical records, the emperor once had a eunuch hold a crystal plate, and Zhao Feiyan stood on the crystal plate and danced gracefully."

"She is as light as a swallow, trembling as if holding a flower branch..."

He is indeed a dog man.

I didn't understand a word.

Ming Zhanxue's dancing became more and more gorgeous, and she danced lightly and gracefully on the glass cup, revealing all kinds of charm.

Yan Jiaoran saw that Qin Yuan didn't even blink, and was once again immersed in her intoxicating dance.

He no longer cared about being angry or jealous, but just sat there dejectedly, feeling very lost.

You can’t dance this way anymore!

There's no comparison!

The Queen Mingzhan has been kept in seclusion for too long.

She danced deliberately to attract a man, but she didn't expect that her love rival was actually an immortal cultivator!

Yan Jiaoran was very sad, as if there was a thorn in her back and a fishbone stuck in her throat.

After the dance, the snow on the bright platform flew up like light clouds.

She flew to Qin Yuan's side, took Qin Yuan's hand, and took Murong Yanran with her, and disappeared without a trace.

Only the glass cup remained quietly on the carpet.

Yan Jiaoran: “???”

Where are the people!

Where is my dog ​​man!

I haven't done anything yet, how come it's gone in the blink of an eye?

“Hello…Hello…”

Suddenly, all the lights in the hall dimmed.

The boundless darkness trapped Yan Jiaoran in the middle, eroding her bit by bit.

Finally, it devoured her completely, and she fell into an infinite silence, where not even her heartbeat could be heard...

"ah--"

Yan Jiaoran in the palace woke up suddenly and broke out in a cold sweat.