Cold night, valley.

Several bonfires shone brightly on the open space in the wooden house, and groups of people began to gather here. Gradually, laughter, children playing, and dry firewood exploded... and there was a joyful atmosphere.

This is like a bonfire party-like atmosphere, and naturally celebrates the successful ambush a few days ago and the problem of food was solved.

In fact, this party should have been held on the same day, but after all, it was because of a sacrifice of companions, and everyone was not in that mood for a while, so it was postponed to today.

The crowd continued to gather, and Darren and Borg arrived one after another. After a moment, Joshia pulled Tang En and walked over, and the bonfire party officially began.

Tang En didn't plan to come. He had already gained some experience in studying the skills of "Xingniang". When he was about to continue his efforts, he was dragged over by Joshia. The reason was very reasonable, saying that Tang En shrank in the cave all day long and deteriorated if he didn't come out for breathing...

The conditions of the gray-clothed army are difficult, so this bonfire party is of course not complicated. It is just to slaughter a few livestock and set them up to barbecue, and the crowd dances around the bonfire. Some elderly people around them use bamboo zithers to whimper and whimper to play the vast music in the north. Sometimes, some children steal it and take it over and blow it around... Although it is simple, it is a simple joy.

At this time, there is no distinction between superiors and subordinates. Darren was now shirtless and picking up a big bowl to fight with others for wine. The wine is light in color, and it seems to be made of some kind of fruit, and it feels sour and spicy when drinking it.

Tang En sat in the corner and took a sip, watching the joyful scene in the venue, wandering around, how did he do it...

The gray-clothed soldiers on the side looked at Tang En, their faces a little complicated, they wanted to toast but were a little worried and dared not come forward.

Tang En's position in the gray-clothed army is somewhat subtle. Although he has not officially joined the gang yet, everyone recognized him. After a few days of getting along, they were familiar with each other, but his performance in attacking the infantry captain that day was too amazing and a little scary. Next, he hid in the cave for a few days, giving people a strange feeling, which reminded people of the monster he first came.

"Tang, I'll pull you over, not letting you hide here and think about life!" A bright and joyful voice sounded.

Tang En turned helplessly and said, "Who has hid? Isn't this watching?"

"Here, you can see it yourself!" Joshia pointed at the surroundings.

"Uh..." Tang En glanced around and couldn't help but hold his forehead. He had been thinking about skills in his mind just now, and he found a place in a daze. It was actually in the shadow of the bonfire outside the crowd.

I have to say that from the current perspective, the killer's habits have been deeply reflected in Tang En. This is the most inconspicuous place in the audience and can overview the overall situation.

He quickly changed the topic: "I like quietness... Tsk tsk, you are very beautiful tonight!"

"Haha, is there any? Thank you." Joshia happily turned around. Although it was a cloth skirt, it did not affect her charm at all.

"You're welcome, it should." Tang En assured with the killer's intuition that, while she was spinning around, at least a hundred eyes secretly glanced over the audience.

"Haha... Don, let's dance." Joshia stretched out her hand.

Tang En touched his nose: "Uh, I really don't know how to do this!"

"Hi, Joshia." Another voice came, and Borg walked over from the crowd with a smile, "You're pretty tonight. Well, good evening, brother Arthur."

The lapels are black and straight with straight vests... not very exaggerated, but very neat, which shows that the owner has put some thoughts on it.

"Thank you." Joshia smiled slightly. The second praise was naturally not as effective as the first time...

"Good evening!" Tang En nodded with a smile.

"Why are you here? Come in quickly, it's lively inside." Borg was very enthusiastic and said immediately: "Joshia, can I ask you to dance?"

"Uh." Joshia blinked: "You can jump?"

"Of course." Bog's chin was slightly raised. After all, he was a nobleman before and had received professional training.

"Oh, that's it. Can I dance with you later? Sorry, Arthur doesn't, I'll teach him first."

"…yes." Borg smiled.

"Thank you. Arthur, let's go."

"Hey, hey!" Tang En smiled helplessly at Borg, and was dragged into the field by Joshia.

Bog loosened his tight collar, his smile faded, and his face was a little dark. He used to be a nobleman and knew the meaning of the first dance at the party...

"Mr. Borg, you..."

Borg turned around suddenly, nodded, took the other party's big bowl, raised his head and drank it in one sip.

“How much do you want to put…”

"Puff... cough cough, cough cough..."

"Spicy oil. Uh!" The farm woman holding a pheasant stared at Borg in a daze, wondering, why did I drink the bowl of spicy oil seasoning that I made chicken...

...

In the field, Joshia was commanding Don En.

"Put this with your left hand and just click it down a little. Yes, then give me your right hand..."

Tang En held Qiao Xiayu's slender waist and couldn't help but feel the urge to touch his nose. He wore a lot of clothes in winter, but he could still feel the graceful curves of the other party, and the fragrance that scratched people from time to time...

"We start with the simplest movement, take the left step, and retract..."

Looking at Joshia's serious expression, Donne was a little ashamed. Cough cough, color is emptiness, emptiness is color...

Gradually, the dance steps started to speed up, and the two began to become smooth and tacit.

"Hey, Tang, have you really not learned it?" Joshia said in surprise.

Tang En shook his head: "It's really not."

"This is simply incredible!"

"Is there any? Maybe you taught it well."

Haha, I am a killer. I want to stump me with this little balance skill? You are too naive!

"oops!"

"Uh, sorry, sorry." Tang En quickly let go of his feet on Joshia's shoes. Damn, he was so happy that he was sad...

"It's okay, well, then let's have some complicated things next."

...

After a while, the people who were dancing in a circle gradually stopped.

They all turned their eyes to the center of the venue, where a man and a woman were dancing various styles of dance. Among them, the woman was bright and innocent, the man... uh, with a good temperament. From the beginning of arrogance to the gradual freedom. They were performing various dance movements that were either soft or elegant, or lively and elegant, which made people dazzled.

Dance is a skill that can make people devote themselves to the soul. As the two of them gradually became tacit understanding, a small atmosphere that was indescribable seemed to slowly emerge when they looked at each other. As the last movement was frozen, Tang En leaned over and held Joshia's slender waist.

Looking at Ruyu's face in front of him, Lan Zhijiang's lips, Tang En suddenly felt a little itchy and his lips were a little dry...

As a result of the devil, Tang En gradually fell down. Joshia's pink lips moved slightly, as if she was afraid to refuse, but she seemed obsessed with it and felt reluctant to stop at this time...

Approach, approach...

Joshia suddenly closed her eyes as if she had accepted her fate, and a bright redness appeared on her face. This action gave Tang En great courage, hold her breath and go down...

Suddenly, the sky roared,
Chapter completed!