The surrounding area gradually became quiet, and everyone's eyes were anxiously waiting for Jin Luoluo to dance. The exciting sound of gongs, drums, and bagpipes suddenly sounded, which was completely different from the soft little tunes nowadays. The music that sounded at this time had a strong mysterious style.

"This Jin Shuang'er is not only arrogant, but also very mysterious. How could Uncle Seventeen praise such a person?" Xiao Che was extremely puzzled by Uncle Seventeen's behavior of praising this woman.

Xiao Yu crossed her arms and looked at the gauze tent with great interest: "I'm just curious about how she dances in the tent. I don't have clairvoyance, so I can see inside. And she is wearing such a long phoenix tail skirt, so it seems difficult to dance.

It's big! If she's either extremely stupid or extremely smart, I hope she can surprise me."

Yang Ruoyao sat next to Xiao Che, and when she heard their conversation, she looked down upon Jin Shuang'er even more.

Suddenly, the crowd on the lake screamed.[

The moment the music started playing, the originally dark gauze suddenly became bright, as if a bright moon suddenly appeared inside, illuminating the shadow of the girl inside and imprinting it on the gauze.

With a high-pitched drum beat, a red phoenix-tail skirt flew out of the gauze tent and landed on the ground.

Everyone was excited by this magical transformation.

And the men started to make fascinating associations about the flying dress. The lady who covered her face must not have only her bellyband left!

That red phoenix-tail skirt made many men's blood boil with excitement, and they wanted to blow away the obstructive gauze immediately to catch a glimpse of the beauty.

As the strange music played, the girl in the tent began to follow the music and dance like a snake.

After taking off her outer skirt, she had a slender figure with graceful curves. Through the dancing shadows on the gauze curtain, people outside noticed that she didn't seem to be wearing much clothes, at least her arms and waist were exposed.

The men were all aroused and nervous, and they couldn't move their eyes away from the shadow on the gauze curtain.

On the gauze tent, slender fingers bloomed like lotus flowers, slowly rising up. Her body, as soft as wicker, twisted freely and freely. You could vaguely see her waist swaying gracefully, raising her hips from time to time, twisting and turning in circles of soft waves.

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Waves of crisp golden bells sounded, sometimes gentle and sometimes urgent, in response to the intensity of her movements, stimulating people's sensitive auditory nerves.
Chapter completed!