MTL - This Game is Not Easy-Chapter 26 sword dance

"And I'm on the stage right now. If I die on the spot, Xian'er's fate will not be much better. She will definitely be arrested and questioned, or even killed directly. This is definitely not what she expected."

"According to the previous drug smell, we can speculate that it should be a hallucinogenic and hypnotic drug."

"Did it go into the wine? Then when I drink, I secretly pour it out... What?!"

Fang Yi's thinking instantly snapped back to reality.

She stared at the system prompt that just popped up.

"The system prompts: You are poisoned."

A very simple system message.

It didn't indicate what kind of poison it was, nor what would happen after it was poisoned, and it didn't even mention how it was poisoned.

But it does give a message.

That is Fang Yi, who has been poisoned, and the poison has attacked.

Because only the poison that starts to attack will be prompted by the system.

Like Fang Yi boasted before, the poison that will only strike after three days, even if it has been poisoned, it will not give a prompt on the spot. Only when the poison occurs, the poisoning system message will pop up.

His face sank, Fang Yi's eyes fell on the right hand holding the wine glass.

There, the surface of the right hand has faintly begun to turn black.

A wine glass... Poisoned directly on the wine glass.

Skin poisoning, so...

With his right hand tightly gripping the wine glass, Fang Yi looked at Xian'er coldly.

"How much time do I have?"

Xian'er smiled sweetly.

"Perceived? Oh, I forgot that there will be a system prompt, don't worry, you still have three hours."

What Xian'er painted on the wine glass was the [Septicaemic Poison].

It stands to reason that skin poisoning will take a long time to cure before death.

But there is also the premise of 'apparent toxic dose'.

Xian'er just made a lot of material. When Fang Yi was purchasing swords, she was angry and decided to refine and purify the poison again.

In the end, the toxicity value of the septic poison was increased by several points again, and all of them were applied to the wine glass.

The amount is sufficient and the toxicity is fierce. Even if the skin is poisoned, it can only live for a few hours.

Squinting her eyes, Xian'er said meaningfully: "Don't worry, Du Fei Xian's three-step senior, I have an antidote!"

Among them, the five words "Poison Concubine Immortal Three Steps" were bitten by Xian'eryin very hard, as if they were proving something, and at the same time, they seemed to be taking revenge for something.

Fang Yi didn't hear what he meant, sneered, and took the wine glass out of the tray.

"It's time for a toast."

Xian'er responded with a smile.

"right."

The voice fell, and Xian'er returned to her place.

The ten people stood still, facing Master Zhou, raising their glasses together.

"Xian'er dances this way, wishing Master Zhou a long life than Nanshan..."

"Flowers dance like this..."

"I'm so..."

After the speeches, the nine people raised their masks slightly, and together with Xian'er, toasted and drank.

Master Zhou laughed.

"Haha, okay! Let's start dancing!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the voice fell, dozens of candles were extinguished immediately.

The surrounding light dimmed, only the performance stage remained bright, attracting people's attention away.

The vocals are getting louder and louder, overcoming other noises.

The crowd became quiet and sat quietly, only their eyes lit up.

Cheer up, sword dance.

The ten beauties, with immortal clothes fluttering and dancing gracefully, are indescribably beautiful.

The dance is light and classical, antique and full of charm.

The ten people are sometimes misplaced, sometimes standing at the same time, and their movements are elegant, like fairies descending to earth.

The most striking one is naturally Xian'er who took off the mask.

With such an appearance, coupled with such a dance, it instantly became the focus of the audience.

"Beautiful, beautiful, there are such beautiful people in the world."

"It's no wonder that the old man dreams of pulling the intestines, and he never forgets it."

On the high platform, Master Zhou's eyes became brighter and brighter.

He has enjoyed "Blue Falling Sword Dance" many times, but Xian'er is the only one who can perform this dance so pleasing to the eyes.

"Any benefits for newcomers? This NPC has a good-looking appearance and is versatile. It really makes people linger."

"I'm a little reluctant to end the dungeon..."

Just at this moment, the rhythm of the vocal music suddenly changed, and the sword dance on the stage became slightly sharper, setting off a hint of the heroic spirit of a woman.

"it is good!"

"Like, I feel like a woman."

But Master Zhou frowned slightly.

He felt that among the ten people, Xian'er's cousin's movements were a little sluggish, and her movements were still weak, which affected the overall feeling.

"Unfortunately, this performance is not for Xian'er alone, otherwise it will be a perfect ending."

Ten people on the same stage, if the level is uneven. If one person drags his feet, it will affect the senses.

Fortunately, there was Xian'er Town, which overcame the shortcomings of others, so there was no problem.

At this time, the vocal music gradually weakened, and the dance music gradually came to an end.

Everyone was reluctant to part.

"I want to see it again..."

"I really hope to keep dancing."

Under the sight of regret.

The song is down, the dance is over.

The ten people stood with their swords drawn, and stood quietly on the platform.

After the scene was stagnant for half a breath, everyone returned to their senses.

Snapped.

Clap clap clap.

Applause resounded throughout the audience.

Xian'er raised her head, faced Master Zhou, and smiled lightly.

"Master Zhou, in return for your invitation to dance, Xian'er wants to give a gift."

"Oh?"

Master Zhou pressed his hand to silence, showing a very interested expression.

"What does Xian'er want to give me?"

Xian'er's eyes narrowed slightly, and her red lips parted slightly.

"Centennial ginseng..."

Master Zhou still smiled, but he didn't care.

"Xian'er has a heart..."

"Five hundred years."

What? !

Master Zhou's smile faltered slightly. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

If it is ginseng less than 500 years old, Master Zhou will not even look at it.

But in five hundred years... that's another story.

Although it's just a few points, mosquito legs are also meat.

"Fantasy of Reality" has the elements of cultivation, and it is king to accumulate more.

Coupled with the limited resources for newcomers, there are too few things that can be exchanged for points, so every resource that can be exchanged for points, Master Zhou is not going to let go.

Seemingly aware of the change in Master Zhou's expression, Xian'er smiled sweetly.

"Cousin, bring it here."

This sentence has already been said to Fang Yi.

Step, step, step.

Fang Yi didn't answer, and went directly to Xian'er's side in silence, holding the simple wooden box in both hands.

The wooden box is carved with carved patterns, and the texture is simple and high-grade.

The crowd whispered.

"500-year-old ginseng, my master has been buying it recently..."

"It seems that Miss Xian'er has also heard of it, and she likes it."

On the high platform, Master Zhou's smile has returned to normal and is gradually blooming.

"Alright, alright, Xian'er really has a heart."

This time, both the mood and the tone are completely different from the previous sentence.

The former is a perfunctory smirk, the latter is sincere.

"Master Zhou is very polite. Being able to perform for Master Zhou is a blessing for Xian'er, and Xian'er is sincerely grateful."

After a pause, Xian'er glanced at the person beside her.

"Cousin, hand over the hundred-year-old ginseng."

Fang Yi nodded and looked at Xian'er calmly.

The eyes of the two met, paused for a moment, and instantly returned to normal.

Raising his feet, he started, Fang Yi wore a sword, and walked towards Master Zhou without any hassle.