"Double-sided Yan Ji: Yi Dance Night Yin [full]
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Song, Taiping Xingguo six years in March.
The fragrance of Yixiangyuan is just like this Yangchun, like smoke, soft and bewildering.
The delicate smiles of the women and the drunken intoxication of the men intertwined into a strong, joyful and magnificent decadence.
No one can resist this dance, accompanied by the rhythm of cheerful and powerful drums, passionate ripples, shaking the heart, charming enchanting, such as water, such as the illusion ......
The stage is a round drum, barefoot stepped on the rhythm, veil with the swaying long hair and fluttering, face red veil cover, the body of the same color of the dancing clothes Thin as cicada wings, poppies embroidered on the edge of the garment, the waist reveals the glistening waist with a belt chain, wrist and ankle broken bells collide with the joyful rhythm ......
People on the side of the stage are holding their breath - a group of Yi Xiang Yuan regulars and newcomers, those who will watch the dance, those who won't watch, watch this light, thin and thin dance dress, the dance is the most important thing. Those who won't watch, look at this light and thin dance clothes, flooded with winks and white as snow body ......
This dance is the master's own transmission, he is not a woman who can dance, but a man who likes to watch the dance - Isis, magnificent, smiling brightly, like a lovely man who can't tell his age, like a woman who can dance. indistinguishable from his age, like a relatable big brother and a loving father. His long, fiery red hair is as beautiful as the setting sun, and he likes to wear long, floor-length burqas that are still clean to spotless even after a walk in the desert.
Like to collect poems, love songs and dances, like to use light power to wander in the vast western region ......
But ......
He trained me to become a top killer.
Yes, I am this lucky and unlucky person, the screaming and dizzying Persian dancer - Yi Dance, and also the "yellow sand filled paths, the night wind is like a bell, the poet long chant, the dead souls invisible!" in the mouth of the crowd, the killer - Night Bard! The killer of the night - the night bard!
Every time I kill someone, my master likes to let me carry a square of white silk, he said, "White silk writing poetry, the most meaningful!"
But every time I held the white silk, it was like I was holding someone's dead soul ...... like a sacrifice!
A killer's life is all barren and silent, but I am a simple and happy person, born from dancing, and wild from waving the yarn!
The master said, "Poppies are beautiful, but poisonous!"
I am!
I use the dance to soothe the mood, with the dance veil to kill ......
Night bard's kung fu is excellent, can travel thousands of miles in a day, because of the master's own light power ......The gentle and delicate veil, after being infused into the true qi by me, can be as rigid as a sword. Kill people without blood!
Master, the man I worship, let me honor, let me fear, let me can rely on ......
It is also my connector.
Of course, there aren't many people I have to kill, unless they are thrown to us by other assassins who can't deal with them!
The master always asks for two thousand taels of gold, but also, to tell a story that will move him ...... Because of this, we only open once or twice a year!
Like the desert, the wind only blows here twice a year, once for half a year ......
He said, there are touched to be poems, and poems to be recited in the night!
The night of the curved moon like a hook, wrote the poem on a white silk, read it and then burned it ...... and then gave me a blank white silk and said, "Qimai, it's time for the other side to write the poem!"
The other party's poem, only one word - death! Or horror, or fear, or doubt, or lamentation, or helplessness ......
Before I departed from Persia, my master handed me a blank white silk, and he said, "Take two months to write this poem, and afterward, go to Daliao and wait for me!"
"Good!" I readily agreed, and then gave him a hug, crossing the desert of mourning for a thousand years, walking through sporadic oases, to come here, appearing in the most prosperous brothel ......
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Resident, there is only a brothel!
My name is Yee Dance, and this dance is also called Yee Dance, and the rotten poet is inspired only in this place of lust and color!
Don't like to call him a dying man, like to romanticize my goal called "write a poet"!
"Write a poet" finally appeared, in my hope and the heart of the secret rejection, suddenly came, like a desert oasis, real and unreal!