[BL] [Book 2] Professional Stepping on the Face for One Hundred Years [Quick Wea

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The official small speaker played it several times in a loop, and the live broadcast was temporarily interrupted, and the netizens inside were reluctant to leave slowly.

    All things come first, then come first, why should they give up their seats. However, thinking about allowing more people to vote for their favorite works, they still scolded and withdrew.

    The 4000W netizens who were waiting outside rushed in ecstatically. Their eagerness had reached its peak. If they were not allowed to release it, the corners of their mouths would become blistered.

    They found a good seat, proudly sighed how fast they ran this time, how difficult it was to complain, and finally quieted down and waited for the live broadcast to start.

    The lights dimmed, and the same runway next door was also covered with clusters of petals, and a woman appeared slowly as the petals danced. .She was wearing a long skirt with shallow apricot wrapped breasts that stretched to the ground. The whole fairy skirt was like a light gauze and mist, layer upon layer, and it was like smoke. A light-colored soft yarn wrapped around her slender neck and slanted down, went around the waist, and gradually submerged into the entire skirt, supporting the entire skirt, and the gold and silver threads also followed its veins. Intertwined down, like the golden meridians of a flower, and like a silver bud emerging from a stamen.

    She stood silently, as if she had just woken up from a slumber, budding. Maybe it was the morning sun calling, or the clear rain once, slowly stretched the waist, and the delicate and crystal flowers began to spread like the first lotus.

    Then the woman moved and walked slowly towards the sentient beings. A veil as thin as a cicada's wings swayed as she walked. A gust of wind blew, and the five or six layers of apricot-colored tulle fluttered in the wind, rolling up waves of flowers and branches, trembling, and silver buds. .In the midst of the immortal wind, under the rustling of hundreds of flowers, its flower branches and buds are dense and dense, overlapping and adding up, and they start to grow crazily, invading all around, absorbing spiritual energy, at first it was just a piece, and gradually it became Cluster after cluster, layer by layer turbulent rolling, and finally blooming like a golden flame.

    Its magnificent and unparalleled aura is blowing towards the face, and it is impossible to hide at all.

    Everyone was stunned! This is just a piece of clothing, this is obviously the vision of the flower god from the pure and incomparable birth to the prosperous immortal vision!

    Suddenly, countless fairy butterflies flew from nowhere, and they danced around the flower god in amazement.

    Two or three of them fall on the temples, four or five lightly fall on the shoulders, seven or eight kiss on the waist and abdomen, and they are still hidden in the folds of the skirt corners, praying for the mercy of the king of God, longing for the king of God to love and pity Take a look at them. .They are beautiful and enchanting enough, but now they are waving their wings diligently, tirelessly, flapping their wings and flying over and over again. But the king of gods was so glamorous and noble that he didn't even look at them. They were sad and crying, but they didn't want to leave at all, they became more and more crazy, over and over again, as if they were forever tireless, intense, intense, like moths to a flame, dancing hurriedly and flapping their wings.

    Netizens were all staring at it, eager to boil, their hearts were beating eagerly, and they could even hear the sound of the eardrums. They seem to have turned into one of the butterflies themselves. They can't see any other roses, peony, roses, gladiolus... They just want to get drunk on this flower god!

    No wonder the 80 million guys in the front are unwilling to leave. If it was them, they would not let go.

.When someone finally remembered the previous peony dress, they sneered and shook their heads. If they hadn't seen this fairy dress, they might have thought that "Hundred Flowers" should be like that. As if the peony won out. But if you compare it with the flower gods here, the vulgarity is the vulgarity, and where does it win the fairy concubine?