Is the system pissed off today?

Chapter 89 89. Fairy Tale Kingdom [1]

Bai Ling's tea-colored eyes are still the same as before, but the danger on her body has disappeared, and there is more of a sense of alienation.

When not speaking, it seems to be isolated from the world, with a withdrawn energy.

It was as if this soul had never met before.

Jing Jue shook his head, forgetting the important business.

So Ugly·Beater·Doll has consciously gone out to find a suitable copy.

At this time, the doll wearing a purple princess dress was dragging her cheeks on the dining table boredly. Since she was thrown out yesterday, Jing Jue has blocked its connection with the room.

It wasn't until Jing Jue came out that she felt the breath of the master.

Hao Chou cast a resentful glance at Bai Ling next to him, jumped back into Jing Jue's ring and squatted silently to himself.

[The Fairy Tale Kingdom dungeon is officially opened. 】

[Shh, please speak in a low voice. 】

There was a mechanical sound above her head. There was no manager in this world, and Jing Jue didn't feel the aura of the system, but she felt the powerful constraints of the rules as soon as she arrived in this plane.

Whispering is a reminder of the rules. Apart from speaking, it is estimated that other things should be done softly, otherwise the warning of the rules will be triggered-even the death condition will be triggered!
After Jing Jue and Bai Ling entered the dungeon, they found that the world was eerily quiet.

All the people walked gently, and they came to a gorgeous old castle.

In addition to Jingjue Bailing, there are six other people who came to this game.

Each of them has a serial number written on their chest.

Jing Jue is number one, and Bai Ling is number two.

Standing next to it was a voluptuous woman, a man in a suit, a gangster, and three people in school uniforms, who looked like they had just arrived from another world, because their school uniforms were stained with blood and there was a trace of blood on their faces. panic.

Did they use the props of the system teleporter?
Jing Jue felt a powerful force from another world, which came from the gap and then dissipated.

Jing Jue withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, and an NPC appeared.

Walking down the spiral staircase is a gorgeously dressed person. She is wearing a European-style classical long skirt. The huge pannier is almost two meters wide when viewed horizontally. Coupled with her small head, it creates an extremely asymmetrical appearance. of weirdness.

The head is only the size of a card, the neck is slender, and the fingers are like white bones, narrow, slender and long, and matched with the cardamom-colored fingernails that are similar in shape to willow leaves, they hold a handful of purple gold borders. fan, leisurely fanning her tiny head.

She slapped each other step by step, picked up the accent, and kept her back straight. This kind of forced elegance really brought a sense of joy to people.

There was a boy with fried hair who was ironed with tin foil, one of the three people, he was number seven, and he laughed without hesitation when he saw the woman walking strangely.

At first his voice was still very small, then there was an uncontrollable sound, and then it became louder and louder.

His companion tugged at his sleeve and said next to him, "Stop laughing! Be quiet, she's looking at you."

"I know, ha-ha-ha. But--I can't help it!"

The boy's throat suddenly seemed to be choked, and he let out a high-pitched laugh, and his eyes began to bulge outward.

Hearing the boy's laughter, the woman's eyes burst into anger, but soon she showed an elegant smile, holding a fan with her slender fingers and pointing in the boy's direction, and the boy "actively" flew towards her.

The boy's body was infinitely elongated in mid-air until he was compressed into the thickness of a quilt, just wide enough to fit on the stairway.

The purple fan in the woman gracefully pointed towards her feet, and the flesh-colored "cloth strip" began to automatically fly in front of the woman's feet.

The woman stepped on it without hesitation, and began to walk slowly again. There was a scream under her feet—it belonged to the boy.

He didn't die, he just turned into a carpet as if by magic.

"I don't like loud people, it's really bad manners to mock a lady in public."

The woman glanced contemptuously at the people on the ground, and then continued to walk pretentiously.

The woman walked for 10 minutes and finally went down the stairs, and then the boy slowly returned to his original state. He looked at the woman in front of him in horror, and there was severe pain in his body.

Ever since he screamed and the pain in his internal organs doubled, he never dared to speak out again.

The short 10 minutes just now seemed to him as long as a century...

"Okay, distinguished guests, now we are going to learn etiquette."

"Remember, today's lesson is—indoor public places, loud noises are prohibited."

"I'm your etiquette teacher, you can call me—Miss Luzi."

Miss Luzi's dress is green, her fan gloves and the crown on her head are all purple, it seems that she really "lives up to her name".

"Oh, damn it, you ugly looking bug, it's time for us to train now, if it wasn't for the king's arrangement, I should be enjoying a lovely afternoon tea with my sisters in the beautiful back garden at this time!"

Miss Luzi let out an exaggerated cry, which was so loud that it could shatter the roof.

Jing Jue looked at Miss Luzi, and praised, "You are the most luxurious, elegant, and charming lady I have ever seen. Forgive me for being distracted by your damn beauty just now."

The enchanting woman in the close-fitting red dress looked at Jing Jue with a weird face, and compared Jing Jue with Miss Luzi, a hint of interest flashed in her eyes.

This little girl is interesting.

Miss Luzi looked like Jing Jue was showing approval in her eyes, but she quickly put on a stern face, "Damn bug, don't think that you can skip the etiquette class by doing this. Let me tell you, skipping class is not a good habit..."

Women really have a good tradition of genetic teachers, especially good at nagging...

After another 10 minutes, the woman finally finished talking.

"Okay, let's start training."

"Breakfast."

The floor was covered with a soft carpet, the thickness of which would not make any sound even if a woman stepped on high-heeled shoes to lift her legs.

The servants took out plates of dishes with low eyebrows and set the tableware on the table. The process was quiet.

"Take a seat."

Jing Jue walked to the seat first, and Bai Ling followed closely behind. When he pulled the chair away, Jing Jue paused, and then gestured to Bai Ling for the legs of the chair.

It turned out that the blanket under the four legs of the chair could have four holes. It is usually hidden under the blanket and cannot be seen, but as long as the hand is pulled, it is very likely to make a loud noise.

呲——呵.

The gangster froze, and the chair and the floor under his hand made a loud friction sound.

Miss Luzi looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, and then her face elongated.

"I said it all, keep quiet!"

The tip of the purple fan pointed at the little punk, and the sound of bones breaking began to sound.

The little gangster shut up in time, suppressed the screams in his mouth, and then turned into a chair in full view.

(End of this chapter)