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


    After a long deep breath, he vomited out the psychedelic breath.


    The Qin family''s response was also very rapid. Young master Wei Chi quickly put on the mask, including other young masters, and quickly put on the mask as a conditioned reflex to prevent the "poison gas" from breathing in.


    There are only a few people who have time to wear gas masks on their faces. The rest have rushed into the middle of the field with a silly smile, and they circle around the dancers like pugs.


    The climax of Prajna dance is here. The dancers try their best to seduce and tease the foolish CHILDES on the dance floor.


    At this time, Tang Hao saw the flirtatious dancers swallow the small pills in their mouths into their stomach in the blink of an eye.


    Young master Wei Chi approached Tang Hao and whispered, "the Prajna dance really deserves its reputation. I almost fell into it just now."


    Tang Hao was disappointed. The evidence showed that the small pills pointing directly to the facts of the crime had been swallowed by the dancers.


    When Hong Rou saw Tang Hao standing still, she didn''t respond at all. She stamped her feet, and a string of gold bracelets jingled on her feet. At this time, the sound rhythm of the musician and pipa playing on one side became more and more dense.


    At this time, I don''t know when a masked dancer will appear in the middle of the dance floor. Her plump body and every move are a charm when she is really mature.


    Even that charm fascinated everyone present.


    Tang Hao felt his heart beating so badly for the first time. This is the real woman. If you want to close your eyes and don''t want to close them, the heartbeat involuntarily follows the dancer''s feet, and the golden bracelets on her arms collide with the sound.


    The masked dancer was so enchanted that Tang Hao wanted to jump up and tear off the veil on her face to see what happened.


    Wait, veil, Tang Hao was surprised when he thought of it. Isn''t this dancer the one who was scratched by Pei Xiang?


    At this time, Tang Hao''s heart beat more and more violently, and he could almost jump out of his throat. With just red and soft skin, with the sweet smell of blood annihilation, it becomes more and more intense.


    The aroma is like a tiger down the mountain. It is domineering, dangerous and aggressive. What kind of overpowering drug is this? No wonder Pei Xiang risked his life to advise, and nearly died.


    Tang Hao suddenly realized that the boys who had finished drinking Mr. Sun''s medicine could not resist the temptation of the fragrance without having time to wear gas masks. Moreover, if Peixiang hadn''t fought back cruelly with iron claws that night.


    Now... Tang Hao dared not think further.


    The sound of the golden bell on the dancer''s ankle has become messy, and the rhythm of the musician''s Pipa sound has become unpredictable. Hong Rou twisted like a water snake in front of Tang Hao, and her smile became more and more soft, soft and even scary.


    With the sound of music and the beauty of the dancer, Tang Hao lost his mind in a trance. When Hong Rou approached Tang Hao with a red lip like Che Lizi, the general of the town made a move and roughly pushed Hong Rou''s head to the other side.


    The room was filled with a fragrant smell, but it was a pity that those CHILDES who didn''t have time to wear gas masks could only sweat and fall on the floor with trembling hands and feet. It was less than a incense burning time, as if they had consumed the physical strength of these young men.


    The scene would have been uncontrollable had it not been for letting these CHILDES drink sun Yisheng''s medicine in advance.


    Tang Hao poured himself a glass of iced grapefruit wine. At this time, the self brewing of Baoyue building took the wine to his mouth with trembling hands and drank it. The cold and refreshing wine entered the burning stomach, which seemed to have no effect.


    It''s like pouring a spoonful of hot red oil on a raging fire, and a mouth is like the fire dragon spitting fire seen by Tang Hao in modern science fiction films.


    Isn''t this the feeling of eating Qiongyu powder? Tang Hao tried before.


    After figuring out the principle of this fantasy, Tang Hao, who was flushed, finally stopped straining his nerves and could enjoy the legendary fantasy Prajna dance.


    The masked dancer twisted her waist and turned to Tang Hao. She took Tang Hao and drank a mouthful of grapefruit wine. Across the veil, she drank a mouthful of iced wine like an animal.


    The amber liquor leaked from the corners of his mouth like drinking water and flowed to his chest. His two deep eyes like a pool looked at Tang Hao straight, as if he had something to say to him.


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


    After understanding the principle that Prajna dance puzzles people''s mind, Tang Hao''s trembling hand has now become calm, filled the wine glass with wine, and put the iced instrument in the wine glass.


    "Madam, you lost today," Tang Hao said to the masked dancer. "Without Qiongyu powder, Prajna dance must be the favorite of noble and tycoons."


    Hearing this, although the dancer was masked, her eyes were not as calm as before, just like a vortex in the pond.