Cen Mai took Ling Ping'an and walked around from the main hall of Luming Hall to the back door.

Then quietly opened the door and walked into a long and narrow corridor.

Ling Ping'an couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you go through the main entrance?"

Cen Mai looked back at the guy and said, "Go to the main entrance, do you want others to know that you have been to the Fusang Embassy?"

Ling Ping'an was stunned: "I have been to the Fusang embassy, ​​will it have any bad influence?"

He really doesn't know that!

Cen Mai laughed hesitantly: "Under normal circumstances, of course not!"

"but……"

"If you came to the underground dance..."

He had a look you know.

Lingping scratched his head, still not quite understanding.

Cen Mai had no choice but to introduce: "Brother Ling, you probably don't know that this world is divided into inner and outer, yin and yang!"

"I don't know how many people, formal occasions, well-dressed, gentleman's demeanor, once in private...the original form is revealed...hehe..."

He walked over a windowsill, picked up a mask from the windowsill, and put it on his face.

Then he turned his head and said to Lingping: "Look, I'm wearing a mask, can you still recognize me?"

Lingping originally wanted to tell him that even if you don't wear a mask, as long as you don't see each other for two or three hours, my face blindness may confuse you with other people.

But after thinking about it, he held back.

After all, it's a taboo to talk in a simple way.

So he nodded.

The other party casually threw a mask into Lingping's hand: "Put it on!"

"Liberate your nature!"

Ling Ping'an took this mask and looked at it. It seemed to be a Sichuan Opera mask?

"Liberate your nature?" Lingping asked.

"Yeah!" said Cen Mai, who was wearing a demon mask with green face and fangs: "We are all products of social and moral discipline!"

"Schools instill in us morals, society has made all kinds of rules, and families have brought all kinds of constraints..."

"But these... are actually imposed on us by others..."

"The shackles that restrict, imprison and oppress us!"

"Put on the mask, put down those rules..."

After speaking, Cen Mai recited indulgently: "Mr. Sir, take heaven and earth as a dynasty, ten thousand times as a moment, the sun and the moon as a gate, and the eight deserts as a courtyard..."

Ling Ping Ping listened, as if a string was being plucked in her heart.

He slowly put on the mask.

The mask was put on the face, and a whole new feeling rose from the heart.

The world that I see in my eyes seems to become wonderful because of this!

Colorful and dazzling.

As a result, his mentality has undergone extremely subtle and peculiar changes.

Therefore, Ling Ping'an laughed, and couldn't help but ponder in his heart: "I can't hear the sound of thunder, I can't see the shape of Mount Tai, I can't feel the pain of cold and heat, and the feelings of lust. Looking down on everything, disturbing is like Jianghan. Three years of duckweed; the two nobles are on the side, like a cockroach and a borer!"

Cen Mai watched Ling Ping'an put on the mask, he laughed, very proud, and felt that he had saved another lost person.

So, swaggeringly walked towards the dance floor where the lights were shining and the voices were full of people.

As he walked, he also greeted: "Come on..."

but……

Ling Ping'an said softly on the spot: "The scorpion and the borer..."

He repeated: "The scorpion and the borer..."

"Everything in the world is nothing more than this!"

The world instantly became small in his eyes.

The arrogance and indifference that had been suppressed in his heart rose up.

In his opinion, all the people in this world have become mayflies.

Everything, instantly dull.

In his arms, Kitten Best's body seemed to be tense.

Hair stood up all over his body.

Lingping looked at it, smiled, and gently stroked: "Don't be afraid!" He soothed in a low voice: "Little darling, I won't hurt you!"

So he strode forward.

The people under the mask were extremely arrogant in an instant!

Ling Ping Ping even felt that at this moment, he was not alone.

Liu Ling, Li Bai... Countless poets he once liked are possessed at this moment.

For all kinds of things in this world, he is like when Liu Ling was drunk.

It's just a little bit of a worm, a worm of life and death.

For everything in this world, he is as unrestrained as Li Bai.

The Son of Heaven didn't get on the boat when he called, and claimed that his minister was a wine fairy!

wrong!

What is the Son of Heaven?

Ling Ping raised his head, the Son of Heaven was nothing but a matter of life and death.

He is Mr.

Seeing the world as one day and ten thousand years as a moment, Mr.

The sun and the moon are just a paper window, and it is no more than a corner of the yard.

No big deal, no big deal.

At this moment, Ling Ping'an has only one feeling in his heart: a drop in the vast ocean, looking at the shortness of the Yangtze River and sighing at the lack of light of the sun and the moon.

So, hold the bright moon to sleep, and use Feixian as your maid!

The universe is nothing but a pond!

He lifted his steps slightly.

Take a slight step forward.

The footsteps are light, stepping on the ground, like stepping on a sponge.

He laughed.

But there is a faint feeling in my heart that this is not good.

Don't play like this anymore.

But now...

Play first and then talk!

He stroked his cat. The kitten was very small, soft and smooth to the touch, like the peerless beauty written in the petting book, like a beauty in a city.

There is a faint fragrance in the nose.

The fragrance penetrated into his heart and made his spirits a little excited.

Following Cen Mai's footsteps, he walked into the dance floor in front of him.

The dancing lights swayed in front of my eyes, and countless men and women followed the manic music.

but……

"What kind of music is this?" Ling Ping Ping shook his head: "So low-level, full of mistakes, and nutritious noise is also worthy of music?"

I don't know why, but at this moment, Ling Ping felt that his mind was very clear.

Things that I have seen before, or even just glanced at, all exist in my mind.

He even gave birth to the feeling that he was omnipotent.

"This Liu Ling's possession is too much!" he thought.

But it feels good.

So, even if you know it's not right.

But he also enjoyed it.

In one sentence: happy without thinking about Shu.

"Is this the ****?" Ling Ping pondered.

In front of him, the masked figure of Cen Mai had already mixed into the dance floor and swayed to the music.

Ling Ping Ping shook his head: "Boring!"

In his eyes, the men and women on the dance floor were indeed boring.

Just like humans don't wonder about the ants' dance in the ant nest.

In his eyes, this is just a swinging dance, a waste of time.

Not only is there no beauty at all, but there is no technology at all.

The key is that it is inferior, stupid, and useless!

The real dance is always...

The dance of civilization...

dance of war...

Dance of Survival...

or……

Dance of truth!

He didn't know why he had these thoughts.

But that's what he thought in his heart.

Such an extravagant voice, such a lowly dance.

It is very unpleasant to let Ling Ping Ping.

So he stepped forward, towards the bandstand above the dance floor.

He wants to tell these people, what is the real music with these cockroaches and cockroaches in his eyes? What a real dance!

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