The sick beauty quits working in Shura Field | (BL, MTL)

Chapter 41: He found that he was moved again

"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return."

The high-pitched and rich male voice played the first note of the drum at the same time as the morin fur played.

Shen Zichao did some forward somersaults and stood firmly in the front. He raised his sword and held it in his hands. He lifted the sword while walking and then turned around with the sword pointing at Mobei.

The seven people quickly dispersed under the tight drum beat, and everyone realized that except Shen Zichao, the six of them were all dressed in Dunhuang Feitian costumes, with fluttering belts and complicated and exquisite clothes. It was clearly an expression of immortality, but amidst the sound of war drums falling like raindrops, there was a sense of solemnity.

Killing one person in ten steps is like a shooting star.

The ribbon in the hand seems to be alive, relaxed and powerful, showing the combination of strength and beauty.

Wen Ming originally didn't take this stage seriously. In his opinion, it was considered good that Shen Zhouran could remember the dance moves. He was sitting very relaxed in the audience, but after the first note came out, he had already sat upright.

A student next to me whispered: "They actually changed the whole dance..."

Judging from this posture, it has completely departed from the original singing and dancing content, and has been completely adapted into a classical dance, possibly even a sword dance.

This has never happened on the draft stage.

The camera cuts from Shen Zichao to a panoramic view, and people's eyes can't help but fall on the middle position C.

Whether they were fans watching the live broadcast on site or offline, they were all sweating.

"I'll sing a song with you, please listen to it for me."

The big screen showed Shen Zhouran in Dunhuang dance costume.

He stood on the stage dressed in exotic clothes. His eyebrows were like a sparse wind and a pale moon, and he was as elegant as flowing water and moving clouds. However, he put red flower blossoms between his eyebrows. His cold, jade-like and moonlike temperament suddenly broke through and became more restrained. Stunningly beautiful.

Her dark hair was tied up in a loose bun at the back of her head, and the rest of her hair fell from her shoulders, gently brushing her face with her movements. Half-covered and half-covered, free and uninhibited.

"The setting sun cuts off the sky, and the horses and horses are fluttering away in the dust. A lonely figure in the desert, carrying a whip and traveling freely."

"Teacher - return to the court -"

The desolate and vast singing tune of Khumai leads to the galloping of thousands of horses, and the sound of geese is heard on the ancient battlefield. The general looked back for the last time, raised his arms, and led a million soldiers back to the court in triumph.

The audience in the audience looked left and right.

Is this...a word change?

Wen Ming narrowed his eyes, astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"Did he, did they re-arrange the dance and music in such a short time?" The team member expressed the shock in everyone's hearts.

Shen Zichao held a sword in front of him, and his movements were like instructions. Everyone except Shen Zhouran drew out his sword in an instant, put his two fingers together and lightly stroked the sword body, tapping, clouding, splitting, stabbing, hanging, etc. Flirting, collapsing, intercepting, backing the sword step by step, closing the momentum and transporting power, as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon.