One of Feng Lingxue's legs was wrapped around the ribbon, her entire body leaping over the thin ribbon. Her red dress bloomed in the air like a flower …
Oh god.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
Even Tang Mo 'er's pupils contracted. She had been dancing since she was young and it took her 20 years to master pole dancing.
Out of a million girls, it was hard to find one who knew how to do pole dancing.
But now, Feng Lingxue had actually turned the ribbon into a pole, her entire body flipping around on the ribbon, jumping and dancing …
This dance was stunning and dazzling.
It was said that all the dancers in the world couldn't compare to Feng Lingxue. Tang Mo 'er couldn't help but be captivated by her.
She was indeed a stunner.
Everyone's gazes followed the ravishing figure upwards. Everyone lifted their heads, because Feng Lingxue had already danced in the sky.
The crystal chandelier shone down from above, her ravishing figure was as dazzling as the sun and moon.
In an instant, all the socialites in the hall lost their composure.
Soon, Feng Lingxue disappeared.
She disappeared in the sky.
— -Eh, where's Feng Lingxue?
— -Why did she disappear?
— -Oh god, I've never heard of her dance just now. No wonder so many men were willing to die for her.
All the men started discussing, while all the women's faces were already red with jealousy.
They had wanted to humiliate her, but who knew that she would amaze everyone with just a pole dance?
They were both women, but the difference was too great.
"Silver Mask King, I didn't expect Feng Lingxue's dance to be so ravishing. I wonder how much she's worth, I'd like to treat her to a meal." One of the presidents walked over to Xuan Ying.
Xuan Ying looked at the spot where her ravishing figure disappeared for a few seconds before he retracted his gaze. He didn't have any expression on his handsome face, but there was a sinister glint in his eyes. He raised his thin lips and spat out one word. "Scram!"
That president froze, his scalp going numb. He felt as though he had been glared at by Satan from Hell.
"Alright, Silver Mask King, I'll scram right now!"
That president scrammed.
Xuan Ying stuck one hand into his trousers pocket. The bright lights shone on his handsome face, but his expression was so dark that it wasn't real.
At this moment, his trusted aide walked forward. "King, the banquet is about to begin."
Xuan Ying turned around to leave. "Tell President Zhu that I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving first."
"Yes."
…
Outside the banquet hall, the pedestrians on the road retreated to the two sides, looking at the newcomers in fear.
Xuan Ying came out. He had a black trench coat draped over his black shirt and his leather shoes had been replaced with heavy black military boots. His trousers were tucked into the boots and the chilly night wind blew against his trench coat, causing it to flutter loudly.
Wanton, dark, and wild.
Behind him were a few men dressed in black. Their waists were bulging, and they all had guns in them.
Everyone on the road lowered their heads in fear.
Xuan Ying walked across the lawn, arriving at a secluded area. There was a man standing in the bushes, his back facing Feng Lingxue. His pants were pulled down and he was doing something wretched while cursing, "F * ck, Feng Lingxue. When I'm rich, I'll kill you first, you little slut!"
Feng Lingxue had taken off her jacket before she danced, throwing it out and it landed on the president's head.
After watching the dance and smelling the fragrance from the jacket, the man couldn't hold it in any longer.
Xuan Ying stopped in his tracks, his black glassy eyes instantly narrowed, his gaze dangerous and bloodthirsty.
He turned around, standing behind the president.
He stretched his hand out, patting the president's shoulder.
The president turned his head after being interrupted. "Who's spoiling my plans … Ah, Silver Mask King."
Xuan Ying's lips slowly curved upwards, his black glassy eyes bloodshot. His tone was nonchalant as he said, "Why don't I kill you first?"
"Silver Mask King … Ah!"
Xuan Ying's hand reached down, squeezing his hand through his pants until it was covered in blood.
Screams rang out, the president fainted in the end.
Xuan Ying turned around to leave, his trusted aide handing him a wet towel. He wiped his hand repeatedly, looking indifferent and indifferent.
The air was filled with the stench of blood.
…
On the rooftop.
Feng Lingxue sat alone on the rooftop, leaning backwards, using her slender arms to support herself.
Her red dress fluttered in the night breeze, revealing her two slender, white, and beautiful legs. Her beauty could topple a city.
But now, there was only silence.
So was the world.
She gently closed her lashes, enjoying the quietness of being alone at this moment.
At this moment, a voice came from below. "Miss Feng, Silver Mask King invites you over."
Someone had come looking for her.
So fast.
Feng Lingxue opened her eyes, getting up. "Oh, got it."
…
Feng Lingxue was brought to the luxury car, it was a luxurious limousine with a golden X on it — -
The underling opened the back door. "Miss Feng, please."
Feng Lingxue got into the luxurious car.
Xuan Ying sat on the sofa, leaning against the sofa lazily, smoking a cigar between his fingers.
The green smoke blurred his handsome face. He lifted his glassy eyes and glanced at her gently.
"Silver Mask King, why did you invite me over? Did you fall head over heels for my dance just now, so you want me to dance for you alone? "
"Sure, but we have to negotiate the price. It was free just now, but from now on, it's going to be a fee."
Xuan Ying stretched his hand out, grasping Feng Lingxue's wrist, tugging it forcefully.
With a loud thud, Feng Lingxue knelt down beside his legs.
Feng Lingxue was indeed pampered in Ah Jiao's Room, she instantly furrowed her brows when she knelt down. "Silver Mask King, you're hurting me."
Stretching out two fingers, he held her jaw, forcing her to lift her eyes. Now that she was kneeling and he was sitting, it was easy for him to be in control. "Don't give me that. Do you still think I'm that Brother Ying? Do you think I can't even bear to kiss you just because you're in pain?"
Feng Lingxue didn't say a word when he mentioned the past.
Xuan Ying opened a box beside him with the cigar in his hand. "Take a look at what this is."
Feng Lingxue glanced sideways, her gaze froze. It was an entire box of cash.
Xuan Ying picked up a piece of cash, slapping it hard on her face, laughing sarcastically. "Do you like it? It's your favorite. "
Three years ago, she didn't care about his status.
Three years later, he threw the money at her face.
Feng Lingxue's skin was delicate, red marks immediately appeared where he had slapped her. "Silver Mask King, what do you want to buy?"
"Buy what? Of course it's … to buy you for one night. "
He had only kissed her once in the past.
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