The Great Tang: World Martial God

Sweet smell? No, Tang Hao quickly put on the mask.

After taking a few deep breaths, he exhaled the psychedelic breath.

Young Master Qin's reaction was also very quick, Young Master Yuchi quickly put on the mask, including the other masters, and quickly put on the mask like a reflex to prevent the "poisonous gas" from breathing in.

There were only a few who had time to put on the gas masks on their faces, and the others had already jumped into the midfield with a smirk, and pugs around the dancers.

The climax of the Prajna dance is here, and the dancers do their best to seduce and tease the foolish boys on the dance floor.

At this moment, Tang Hao saw those glamorous dancers swallowing the little pills in their mouths in the blink of an eye.

Young Master Yuchi approached Tang Hao and whispered: "The Prajna Dance is indeed well-deserved. I almost fell into it just now."

Tang Hao was very disappointed. The evidence, the little pill that directly pointed to the crime had been swallowed by the dancers.

Seeing Tang Hao staying still, Hong Rou didn't react at all. She stomped her feet, and the strings of golden anklets clinked on her feet. At this time, the musicians beside her, the rhythm of the sound of the pipa playing became more and more intense.

At this time, in the center of the dance floor, I don't know when there will be a masked dancer. The plump figure, between every move, is a kind of charm when it is really mature.

Even said that the charm is enough to make everyone present fascinated.

For the first time Tang Hao felt that his heart was beating so fiercely, this was a real woman. I wanted to close my eyes but didn't want to. The frequency of the heartbeat involuntarily followed the dancer's feet, and the golden bracelet on the arm beat the sound.

The masked dancer was so charming that Tang Hao couldn't wait to jump on her and tear off the veil on her face to see what happened.

Wait, veil, Tang Hao was suddenly surprised when he thought of this, isn't this dancing girl the one who was scratched by Pei Xiang back then?

At this time, Tang Hao's heart beat more and more fiercely, and he could almost jump out of his throat with fierceness. Accompanied by the red and soft cut through the skin, the sweet smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger.

The fragrance is like a tiger descending a mountain, domineering, dangerous and aggressive. What kind of drug is this? It's no wonder that Pei Xiang risked his death to remonstrate and was almost killed.

Tang Hao suddenly realized that the lads who had drunk Mr. Sun's medicine before they had time to wear a gas mask, could not resist the scent of the temptation, not to mention the hundred officials that night, if Pei Xiang hadn't cruelly counterattacked with iron claws.

That now. . . Tang Hao didn't dare to think any further.

The sound of golden bells on the dancer's ankles has become messy, and the rhythm of the musician's pipa has become unpredictable. Hong Rou twists like a water snake in front of Tang Hao, her smile on her face becoming more and more soft and soft. It's even scary.

With the sound of music and the beauty of the dancing girl, Tang Hao was lost in a daze. When Hong Rou brought her red cheek lips close to Tang Hao, General Zhen Guo violently pushed Hong Rou's head to the other side.

The room was filled with a fragrant atmosphere, but unfortunately those boys who had not had time to wear gas masks could only sweat, their hands and feet fell on the floor with trembling hands and feet, and it was less than a scent of time, as if they had exhausted these young and strong men. Their physical fitness.

If it hadn't been for this group of princes to drink Sun Yisheng's medicine in advance, the scene would be uncontrollable.

Tang Hao poured himself a glass of iced grapefruit wine. At this time, Baoyuelou's self-brewed wine brought the wine to his mouth with trembling hands. He raised his neck and drank it. The cold and refreshing wine entered his burning stomach, as if It has no effect.

On the contrary, it was like pouring a scoop of hot red oil on a raging fire, and a mouth was like the dragon breathing fire seen by Tang Hao in modern science fiction films.

Isn't this the feeling of eating Qiongyusan? Tang Hao tried it before.

After clarifying the principle of this fantasy, Tang Hao, with a flushed face, finally no longer tensed his nerves, and could enjoy the legendary fantasy Prajna dance.

The masked dancer twisted her waist and turned in front of Tang Hao, took Tang Hao and drank a sip of grapefruit wine, and drank a big sip of iced wine through her veil like an animal.

The amber liquor leaked from the corner of the mouth like a drink, and flowed to the chest. Two deep eyes like a pool of water looked at Tang Hao directly, as if there was something to say to him.

And what she wanted to say seemed to be only for Tang Hao.

After clarifying the principle of Prajna dance, Tang Hao's originally trembling hands became calm, filled the wine glass with wine, and put the iced utensils in the wine glass.

"Niang Niang, you lost today." Tang Hao leaned into the ear of the masked dancer and said. "Without Qiongyusan, the dance of Prajna must be the favorite of the nobles."

Hearing these words, although the dancing girl covered her face, her eyes were no longer as calm as before, like a whirlpool appeared in a pond.