Fantasy World Transmigration

Seeing a wild boar like a hill, appeared on the mountain side, Chen Xuanzhen quickly climbed down from the steel pipe, and several people to Wukong: “Master, the pig demon has come. I will go down first!”

“Go on?” Wukong said: “Why do you want to go down, I have a plan for the music of solo dance, and I will dance to it.”

“One step away… get up!” Wukong told the band’s other humanities.

Wukong first loosened the electric guitar, picked up the violin from behind, the magician put down the bass, and set up the accordion. The lead singer Zhuang Yifan did not know when to sit in front of the lotus in the cave, casually on the piano. Press an impromptu prelude. The Nordic Great Hanmark is still responsible for tuning, and Abe Seimei is sitting and debugging the cello.

Only the dance director Hans really sighed helplessly: “The female step I have not skipped for a long time!”

Chen Xuanzang was terrified: “Mr. Sun, the pig demon has been brought over. You should not need me. Mr. Sun… Mr. Sun is self-respecting. Can’t take private revenge!”

Wukong said with emotion: “It is not so simple to let the pigs enter the show… you must resort to the charm of dance and music. Only when you use dance to bring it to that emotion, we can play a love and hate. Calling the pig demon is a shore.”

“This is a matter of art and art. How can it be called private revenge?”

I don’t care, I use the violin to bring the rhythm first. With a soothing piano, the magician’s accordion is the first to follow, followed by the cello and the piano, playing the famous song of Spanish tango. remote.

Hans Really slowly folded a lotus flower around him, and placed it in his mouth. A furry thigh slipped out of an elegant arc, and a hand slowly stroked his face. The expression is full of tension. Under the effect of the shackles, Chen Xuan’s mouth contains lotus flowers, and he can’t help but open his thighs. A slender white leg is strung out toward the steel pipe. With the help of Hans, the tension of the body is fully relaxed. Moved towards The pig demon sent a tempting invitation.

The tango song has already arrived at the smoked smoke. When it is ready to go, Chen Xuanyuan, who dances around the steel tube under the moonlight, has danced to the smooth time. Every moment, it is like the most enthusiastic invitation to the pig demon. .

Zhu Gangzhen’s changing wild boar stared at the red eye, and looked at the ‘Goddess’ who danced in the moonlight.

Its footsteps couldn’t help but dance with the music. The four benzene hooves were like the healthy galloping horses. They didn’t learn tango, but Zhu Gangyu relied on superb artistic literacy. Tong learns how to cooperate with Chen Xuanyuan’s dance steps, one person and one demon, at a time there is a distance, but their dance is matched with the seamless, love and investment.

Although separated by a distance, it is like the body, the same fit, the same tacit understanding.

A large body of wild beast, one is the solemn women’s sacred sacred, one is a rude and ugly but the roster man, a young man with a clear eyebring but persistent, one is a bloodthirsty demonic, one is the exorcism of the Pudu sentient beings. people.

They combine strength and femininity, ugliness and seductiveness, harmony and harmony, all kinds of conflicting temperament, and collide with the spark of art, with realistic tension, and let the mind-sensitive tuners come from northern Europe. Viking Dahan Mark, leaving tears of excitement.

Let the band’s performance reach a climax!

Looking at the ‘Goddess’ of the dance under the moon, Zhu Gang couldn’t help but approach him. He seemed to want to be close, but he had to flee because of his self-satisfaction. Under the accident, the perfect expression of the tangible lover between the Tango lovers Chen Xuan’s smell of the ugly ugly face of the pig demon, the chest wants to vomit, but his limbs, the perfect expression of the temptation of Hans real people, this part of the heart of the dance, in two parties, and a group Accompanied by the band members with artistic pursuits, they reached the peak of the Tang Dynasty.

The young lady who was watching the side was stunned and was almost petrified.

Just listen to Miss Duan and mutter: “My man, why is a person who has a more girllike taste than me. He is so good, is it not worthy of him! Or, should I be more masculine?” ”

The dance has been superb, and now the story of the two dancers has arrived. Zhu Gangzhen can no longer endure the feelings of heart and soul. To the bold moment of ‘Goddess’, according to the script, Goddess should be indifferent and alienate, hurting his heart. Let the dance re-enter the climax, but this time, Zhu Gangzhen apparently deducted some of the control.

It sticks out the mucus and stinking tongue, can’t stand the animal’s impulse, and goes to Chen Xuanzang.

Looking at the thick mouth like the robber man’s waist, reaching out to himself, Chen Xuanzhen struggled fiercely inside, anger, fear, countless emotions, and even the suppression of the singularity, this emotional performance On the limbs, with a trace of extraordinary tension, at the end of the day, he still struggled, but when the slimy feeling was attached to his body, desperation drowned him like a tide.

A drop of tears, falling on the raft.

Under this circumstance, Zhu Gangyu’s loss of control, because of Chen Xuan’s interpretation, reached another artistic peak.

After the half-dance dance was completed, the band members, headed by Sun Wukong, stood up and applauded to express their approval and admiration for the two dancers.

“Great!” Mark’s tears of excitement, he whimpered: “This is a culmination of my artistic career!”

“We should pay tribute to the two dancers to thank them for their great performance!” The magician is also excitedly said.

Wukong even highly praised: “In the dance, Chen Xuanzhen is qualified to be my mentor!”

“I have thirty-two concerts a year! I want to ask you to be my special guest and be my partner dance!” Zhuang Yufan excitedly clenched his fists: “Speak out loud, what is your dream?” ”

Miss Duan couldn’t help but wipe her eyes, and choked: “I don’t know why, I am sad.”

Hans real person wiped the sweat on his body and pointed to Chen Xuanzhen excitedly said: “This is the dance I want!”

Then, under Wukong’s proposal, everyone present stood up two thumbs for them, and then the magician pulled out the mirror from behind, facing everyone: “Come here, everyone looks at towards here… “In the demon mirror, the group of devils danced, the magician followed: “One, two, three…”

Everyone goes together: “Eggplant!”

In the demon mirror, a huge rays of light broke out. Chen Xuanzhen finally felt that the bondage of his body was one of the loose, and then wowed a wow, cried out, crying into the endless rays of light, as if spinning around. After a moment of shaking, Chen Xuan’s hand touched the chest and suddenly came to the familiar hotel door.

He has also restored men’s clothing, in front of him, is Miss Duan.

Miss Duan was looking at him curiously, shaking her hands in front of him, and kept saying: “Hey! Listen to me?”

Chen Xuanzang suddenly opened her hand and said: “Hear it. Say, what?”

He already knows that he is now in the dream of the pig demon, but sees the young lady in front of her with a hint of sorrow. She bowed her head and did not speak for a long time. Then she suddenly saved him. Chen Xuanzhen quickly pushed her away: “Please Self-weight! Miss Duan!”

Miss Jiao Su suddenly looked up and changed her face: “What did you just say? Who is Miss Duan… Well! You have someone outside, isn’t it?” Xuanzang saw her fist, still as big as the sandbag, measured With regard to the strength of the two sides, he strongly calmed down: “Are you not Miss Duan?”

“Hate!” Miss Duan shyly shouted: “When people are good, call someone Cui Lan, not good with others! Just call someone Miss… Who knows Miss Duan! Are you deceiving? ?”

“Wait!” Chen Xuanzang suddenly widened his eyes and exclaimed: “You said… you called – Cui Lan?”

Ms. Duan’s face changed again: “Why, do you want to pretend that you don’t know me?” ‘I tell you, one day, you are the one of me, my Gao Cuilan, and one day, you are my ghost of Gao Cuilan!”

“Gao Cuilan?” Chen Xuanzhen horrified: “Zhu Gangzhen that Gao Cuilan?”

Miss Duan said with a horrified look: “You already know. You listen to me, I am not willing, I am not the figure, the ugly house is open to the pig farm, my home is to open the restaurant – Gao Family Zhuang. Well-known Gao Family is a specialty of my family. The old man is dead, but I don’t think that Zhu Gang is the perfect match for me. I want to marry me. I have objections… we can run away!”

Miss Duan’s tears are flowing down quickly: “The Zhu Gang’s long is really as ugly as a pig. I don’t want to marry him, take me away!”

Chen Xuanzang felt that someone was watching them behind. He turned back and found an ugly young man who was hiding behind the curtain. His eyes looked at Miss Duan from the curtain.

Chen Xuanqi sighed and suddenly pointed to the sky and said: “Sun Wukong, Fuck…”

Wukong’s voice passed to his ear: “There was pain, knowing the pain of all beings; having persistence, letting go of attachment; having been concerned, no concern. To make the pig demon real consciousness, you have to endure and pig The same pain of the demon. Painful, loved, hurt, unforgettable, hangs, regrets not falling, and then can fully understand, let go of the past!”

Wukong first pretended to pretend that he had a life teaching and sentiment of High Monk.

Then there was a burst of laughter, “Wukong said while laughing loudly: “I have one or one person, and I have reported it on the spot! Chen Xuanzhen, you have a hundred spells of 38, I have one after another in my heart! I Tell you, one hundred 38 is difficult, I don’t want you to play a hundred 38 tricks, I don’t want to be a grandson!”

“The special demon of the gods, the feelings of Buddhism… Your grandfather Grandfather said it to you! I just want to play with you!”

Then Wukong smiled evilly and erased Chen Xuanyuan’s memory of the latter passage.

“I am at your mercy, I am humiliating you, I am playing with you, I am tormenting you, how can you? You will not even know how unwilling and angry you have been, you have no power to keep memories, poor, sad! “Wukong is full of demon, and quietly looks at the person who once called Master.”

He remembered another Master himself, and sighed in his heart: “Master, you want me to give up the past, give up the distractions that fight the Buddha, those past, as a brand new monkey, start again, bring me here. ?”

“But isn’t that another comprehension?” Wukong sighed. “Isn’t that a Wukong?”

“Breaking the hard stone is not Wukong!” Wukong indifferently said: “I don’t understand!”