white.
Snow white.
The light ball above the head cast a clear white light, and the spacious stage looked like a snowy field covered in silver.
In the center of the light is the back of a person wearing a white ancient-style long skirt.
The music started, and the figure turned around, with a white veil on his face.
White pearl hairpin.
White veil.
White long skirt.
But even if only a pair of eyes were revealed, people could not help but want to follow the firm look in those eyes to see what was happening ahead.
The sound of the horse-head fiddle is melodious.
The girl's figure is light and graceful as she spins and jumps.
When the buzzing murderous aura sounded from the music, everyone seemed to have seen the girl's past.
My brave and combative father died on the battlefield.
The elder brother who had taken the lead acted as the vanguard.
The young lady from a military family who had once ridden a horse in the streets stepped forward and, against all odds, became the new charge general, leading the soldiers into battle to kill the enemy.
At this moment, there is no such thing as a lady in the boudoir.
There is no such thing as women being inferior to men.
As long as we have breath left, we must protect our homes and defend our territory.
Clearly, she was the only one seen, but those who watched her dancing seemed to see the mighty army behind her and hear the shouts of swords and sabers.
The soft sword drawn from the waist emitted a cool and dim light under the light.
Rising up and down, it drew a sharp sword wind in the air.
The girl seemed tireless and kept waving the sword in her hand.
Until exhausted.
The girl in white seemed to have changed into a red dress.
But everyone knew that it was stained red with blood.
The veil remained on, and the girl's eyes were still cold, but the moment the sword fell to the ground with a clang, a smile appeared in those stern eyes, and then curved into a tiny arc of joy.
The next moment, the girl fell to the ground.
Snap! The beam of light changed again, becoming a light gray.
The girl lying on the ground seemed to have turned into a small gray mound.
Maybe a gust of wind will blow over in the next moment and the mound will be flattened.
The wind rises and then stops.
But does anyone know about the girl who died on the battlefield?
Maybe not.
However, Feitian Live Broadcast Room, Fanxing Live Broadcast Room, and more than 2 billion fans who watched the live broadcast will never forget that on the night of May 20, the number one female star of Feitian did not even show her face, but performed a dance whose name was unknown, shocking the entire audience.
"You're telling me this is a competition between the top female stars on the platform? I really think you're kidding me! A bronze player comes out to challenge a king. I don't know whether I should praise your courage or laugh at you for not knowing your own limitations!"
"Ahhh, I really want to turn into a paparazzi and interview that fake No. 1 celebrity about how she feels at this moment."
"Who has registered for Fanxing? Go over to the live broadcast room and take a look at the results of the first round of voting?"
"First of all, I want to state that I haven't registered. Secondly, I want to say to the person above, are you a fool? Who dares to reply to you? Wouldn't that expose you as a double agent?"
"Ahhh! @The most beautiful girl in the sky, @I am Coke, sister Wan, Coke, what is the name of this dance just now? I want to see the prequel or sequel, is there any?"
"Veteran Wanfeng wants to say that this is a dance improvised by my sister. Except for the ready-made music, everything else is improvised. Improvisation!! Do you understand?"
"My heart is broken..."
In Feitian’s live broadcast room, fans were so amazed by Ye Wan’s impromptu dance of leading the troops to kill the enemies that barrages of comments were flying.
In Fanxing's live broadcast room, Xingxing glanced at the voting list and the gift list, his face looked so ugly that he almost couldn't hold it anymore.
(End of this chapter)