This man is naturally the current emperor of Diancheng.
Ling Mo.
On both sides of the hall, dozens of men and women in white robes leaned against the wall, bent over, waiting for the emperor's call at any time.
Just as everyone was singing and dancing, an elderly man hurried in and quickly came to the side of the couch.
"Emperor Ling..."
The old man had just opened his mouth when he saw Ling Mo slowly raise his hand.
The old man immediately shut his mouth.
Ling Mo said softly, "If you have anything to say, wait until this dance is over..."
In the hall, there were only the sounds of music and dancing.
Ling Mo quietly admired the girls' dancing.
Finally, ten minutes passed.
A dance ends.
All the girls lay on the ground, waiting for the emperor's next arrangements.
"The girl in the middle of the third row."
Ling Mo stretched out his slender finger and pointed at one of the girls: "You, come out."
The girl who was called was slightly startled, but she quickly came out of the crowd and knelt in front of the couch again.
"Is your ankle injured?"
Ling Mo asked softly.
The girl slowly raised her head, but was afraid to look him in the eye, and her pretty face was full of nervousness.
"Reply, Reply to Emperor Ling, I accidentally twisted my ankle while practicing dancing yesterday..."
"Why are you so careless?"
Ling Mo sighed softly: "It affects the overall beauty..."
The girl's eyes immediately turned into fear. Worried that she would be punished, she hurried to explain.
But before she could speak, the old man who had been standing next to the couch moved slightly.
No one saw what he did.
But the girl kneeling in front of the couch had a bloody mark on her neck.
The bloodstains gradually became clearer, and then...
A bloody mist filled the space in front of the couch.
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