At this moment, they were being dragged away by Leng Qishao's men. As for the outcome, it was not something Su Luo could interfere with.
Those who were shocked by Su Luo's divine song could not recover for a long time.
This divine song will probably leave an indelible mark in their hearts, and they will never forget it in their lifetime.
Su Luo raised her eyes, glanced at Leng Qishao with contempt, and rubbed her nose with her thumb proudly: Didn’t I say it before, the Seven-Seven Pirouette Dance is nothing special.
Leng Qishao looked at Su Luo with a mysterious look: "..."
Leng Qishao, who was as calm as a mountain, was frightened by Su Luo just now.
But thinking back, this girl was indeed smart, resourceful and quick-witted. She used the high-pitched voice and strange rhythm of this messy song to disrupt the gentle rhythm of the 77-round dance, thereby finding loopholes in the formation and breaking them one by one.
It was a life-or-death situation, but she won in less than five minutes.
What a surprise.
Leng Qishao came back to his senses with a smile on his face. He stood up and clapped his hands, standing out from the crowd, dazzling.
Su Luo looked at Leng Qishao with a hint of pride in her eyes: "How was the singing?"
Leng Qishao waved towards Su Luo with his fingers as slender as jade and with distinct joints.
Leng Qishao stood there, looking like a dignified king, his noble air emanating from him.
Su Luo was suspicious, but still walked forward.
Su Luo was a little far away, so Leng Qishao pulled her with his long arm and brought Su Luo closer.
Leng Qishao looked at Su Luo's face, his obsidian eyes were bright and shining.
The two looked at each other.
Su Luo narrowed her eyes slightly because she instinctively sensed the danger.
Su Luo stepped back subconsciously, but before she could dodge, Leng Qishao leaned over and brushed his slender fingers across her lips.
"It's so ugly." Major General Leng Qi wiped off the red lipstick that Su Luo had applied specially for singing "Tentative".
Su Luo glared at him and said, "Is this level passed?"
Leng Qishao nodded with a half-smile: "Of course."
"Then can I take my people away?" Su Luo snorted coldly.
But Leng Qishao chuckled wickedly, his voice lazy and hoarse, and shook his finger: "No."
Su Luo was really angry and stared at him fiercely: "What else do you want?"
Is it ever going to end? One level after another?
Leng Qishao's black hair danced in the wind, and a half-smile shone in his eyes: "I set three levels for you, and you've only passed the second level now. What do you think?"
"What if I don't agree to pass the third level?" Su Luo glanced at him coldly.
Leng Qishao didn't seem to move at all. He just stretched out his jade-white palm. Suddenly, the palm of his hand became like a whirlpool, and powerful power was released.
Tang Yalan, who had originally been hiding far away from him, was completely unable to resist such suction.
She wanted to run, but her back was sucked in. She was like a string in Leng Qishao's hand, and was sucked directly into his hand.
During this process, Leng Qishao's inky black pupils shone brightly as he looked at Su Luo sinisterly, his gaze not moving at all.
Su Luo stared at Leng Qishao with her dark eyes. She knew that this man was willful and domineering, with unpredictable moods. He did whatever he wanted and no one could stop him.
Leng Qishao didn't say a word. He lifted Tang Yalan and smiled at Su Luo with a half-smile, which was full of threat.
Su Luo was about to be defeated by him.
"Just three levels?" Su Luo was secretly angry, but her face was as calm as water.
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