Infinite Throne

Mrs. Rose quickly let go of her hand, as if avoiding a snake or scorpion.

"Do you like it?" The noble lady turned sideways and asked with a smile, "How does it feel?"

"It's okay." Mrs. Rose shuddered, obviously frightened, and her face turned red unconsciously.

[Da Ke Expert]: Isn’t the lily beautiful?

[Braised Pork Ribs]: Wouldn’t it be beautiful if the roses were replaced by lilies?

[Yuzhi** Milk Tea]: Figure art has reached its peak

[Succubus Sister]: If you love her, give her the best

[Soft Cat Ears]: We are the ones controlling the velvet humanoid pillow now.

[Wang Goudan]: Anyway, we have bad intentions and we won’t suffer.

[Wooing Monster]: Damn it! I can't refute

There were also other people taking advantage of the situation along the way, and without exception, they were all avoided by the noble lady. She is extremely flexible, like a cat, sitting back in her seat, her smile seems to have infinite meaning:

"Anyone who offends me will be hanged."

"If you want to know the truth or falsehood, you might as well ask Mrs. Rose."

The first person to ask was His Majesty Andrew. He asked: "Is it true?"

Mrs. Rose shook her head, as if in denial.

She meant, not a real person.

But other guests thought that the process of "making toys" was not real. It's just a very real simulation demonstration, which is both thrilling and entertaining. It is a very outstanding program at tonight's banquet.

The guests, who were a little worried at first, immediately put their hearts back in their stomachs. Even if some of them saw the clues, they pretended not to know.

As long as the flowers don't fall into your own hands, watching other people perform is a very interesting and exciting thing.

Words and deeds that are scary in the outside world are just a game here. Tonight's stage play, everything is as exquisite as a work of art, has an indescribable attraction for the banquet guests.

Even His Majesty Andrew usually cherishes feathers very much and does not want to leave a reputation of cruelty and coldness, let alone other nobles. Of course, they all have channels to vent their emotions where the public can't see them.

But at tonight's banquet, they no longer need to cover up and can boldly express their true inner desires. The atmosphere at the dinner was delicate, both indulgent and restrained.

"Keep playing."

The drum beat again, and the bouquet of roses was picked up and passed on. Even if it has fallen to the ground and been roughly and quickly passed around by many hands, it still maintains the same blooming posture as in the beginning.

Nowadays, more people are unwilling to receive bouquets of flowers. They knew very well what they had written, and it was not a gentle game. I don't even know if the cards the two people drew before were cards written by themselves.

The first noble fat man improved the gallows because he liked to watch people hang as entertainment.

The second noble lady likes to make toys. Everyone knows that she likes to collect all kinds of beautiful toys. There have been rumors of missing young women in her territory, and several young noble women have also died of illness.

Unfortunately, when the cards were written before, they could not be shared externally. Except for the party organizer, no one else knew what others had written on the cards, and it was forbidden to exchange the contents of the cards.

This time the drumming was tame and seemed unwilling to easily select a third performer. The flowers don't pass that fast, at least they don't fall into the hands of the next person by being thrown.

The drumbeat suddenly stopped and fell into the hands of a prim-looking middle-aged gentleman. He was holding flowers and was about to pass them to the next person, but he didn't have time to pass them out.

He seemed to have foreshadowed something, his face turned pale, and he forced himself to remain calm. He first glanced at the noble lady who had drawn the second card.

The latter sat limply in the chair, as if his whole body had no bones, and still maintained the original smile on his face.

If she hadn't told the detailed process of making the toy, others might have attributed her gesture to a lazy teenage girl's sexual inclination, but now the truth is clear.

[Horror value 71%]

"Please come on stage, sir."

The card in his hand is - Dancing on the Iron.

Everyone was very interested in this and discussed endlessly:

"This reminds me of a delicious food recipe called Teppanyaki."

"I've thought about it too, and I'm really looking forward to the dance brought by this gentleman."

Everyone is looking forward to it, how should he dance? Always have a real soldering iron, right? I heard that there is a way to make the actual temperature of the soldering iron not so high. Maybe this method will be used for the next performance.

【Qingquanshi Shangren】: Does this guy like to watch others dancing on the soldering iron?

[I am a little green dragon]: Maybe it’s for cooking? The ingredients are too weird

[Ordinary me]: Isn’t he afraid that dancers have athlete’s foot?

[Wuwuwei]: Wuwuwu is too harsh...

Once athlete's foot is involved, the picture will become unreadable.

Burning goose feet and burning human feet are two different concepts.

The third lucky person who drew the card inevitably showed a fearful expression, and has been frozen in that moment ever since. Even though he was extremely reluctant, he still stepped onto the steps step by step, like a doll manipulated by silk threads, stiffly walking up to the second floor. It was funny and terrifying at the same time.

He was originally wearing finely crafted leather boots, but now those leather boots turned into fiery red iron at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The steps were bright red, and the carpet was carpeted in blood. Where he walked, bursts of smoke rose, and the smell of burning blood and wooden stairs spread instantly.

The pair of leather boots made of iron tightly bound his body and led him up step by step to face the crowd.

The middle-aged gentleman stopped and bowed slightly.

"Mrs. Rose, will you be my dance partner?" he asked hoarsely. It was a sound that could only be made after suffering pain, a hoarse cry in desperate situations.

[Fear value 72%]

Everyone turned their attention to Mrs. Rose. Seeing her resistance, they all persuaded:

"Ma'am, just go and there will be no problem."

"You wrote the invitation to the banquet, shouldn't you show off your dancing skills?"

"I heard that Madam's dancing skills are unparalleled in the empire. If I can see you dancing with me, Madam, it doesn't matter if I get the next one."

"Your Majesty..." Mrs. Rose hid behind King Andrew.

"Go ahead, it's just a show, don't be afraid."

"You are the dancer, nothing will happen." King Andrew patted her hand.

Mrs. Rose's face was full of resistance, not to mention anything else. What if she accidentally picked up the pair of shoes made of soldering iron and got burned? If the other party stepped on me... I just couldn't bear to think about it.

What’s even scarier is that there is no rule that says the shoes on the dancer’s feet won’t turn into irons.

"Madam, what are you afraid of?"

"Do you think that's a real soldering iron?"

"Madam, go quickly, he can't wait any longer."

"The sooner you finish the dance, the better. Hurry up and move on to the next round."

They all spoke to urge her, but no one was willing to speak for her. At this time, the peerless appearance that she was so proud of turned out to be a life-threatening talisman. Rather than saying that everyone wanted to see Mrs. Rose dance, it was better to say that they wanted to appreciate this famous lady.

beautiful woman with frightened and frightened expression.

Lin Yebai didn't like the sight of corpses all over the ground, wailing and rolling. He had always been a bit of a germaphobe. Even when he was beheading someone's head, he would use ice to seal the blood spurting from the opponent's neck to prevent it from splashing and staining his clothes.

In the past, conditions did not allow it, but now the entire hotel is under his control. People participating in the game cannot affect the viewing experience and must maintain a decent appearance.

They must not break down and cry, nor make any sounds begging for mercy.

When attending a banquet, you must behave as if you are attending a banquet.

"Let me dance for Madam. Today Madam is wearing a long skirt. It would be bad if she gets stepped on." No. 5 took the initiative to walk up to the second floor.

Judging from the appearance, No. 5 is not bad either. Although she is not a peerless enchantress who brings disaster to the country and people, her face is enough to attract attention. What is even more attractive is her graceful figure, which can be called a beauty, and her skirt is also short. If you dance and your skirts fly, you will definitely see an extraordinary view.

[Ordinary Me]: I looked at it today, and No. 5 seems pretty good.

[Messenger of Justice]: Because No. 5 acted bravely?

[Huangfu Tiedan]: After seeing each other for three days, we should look at each other with admiration

[Mistakes were made in the melon field]: Brother Pingfan, go, go, go! You are the pride of our live broadcast room

[Yuzhi** Milk Tea]: gkd! gkd!

"Aren't you afraid, beautiful lady?"

"Ma'am, do you need a pair of shoes?"

"Could it be that you also want to wear the same type of iron shoes?"

"Look forward to it, you scum." No. 5 blew countless kisses around, and the guests also blew many kisses back, creating a warm atmosphere.

Beautiful and dignified beauties like Mrs. Rose have always been very popular. If a sexy and passionate beauty like No. 5 takes the initiative to show her kindness, everyone is willing to cooperate.

In fact, No. 5 did not wear shoes made of soldering iron and was always barefoot. A beauty's bare feet are also beautiful. Her white toes are very eye-catching when stepping on the bloody stage.

The background music finally fell clearly into everyone's ears. Silver was playing in the corner, his eyes slightly lowered, and the outline of a corner was vaguely exposed, elegant and gentle.

The beginning is a very gorgeous waltz, which is said to have a history of thousands of years. Every time the nobles have a banquet, a band will be arranged to play this dance music.

"You can also dance." Lin Yebai was very tolerant of the guests.

If you didn't look at the pair of red iron shoes, the two people on the stage were very suitable. One person is wearing a black suit and the other is wearing a red skirt. They come and go, dancing in harmony.

The dance steps of the middle-aged gentleman wearing iron boots were a little stiff at first, but under the leadership of No. 5, they soon became natural and skillful.

The rhythm of the waltz was soothing and beautiful, and everyone in the audience began to dance, and the seats were quickly put aside.

There were more men than women, so everyone had to choose a male dance partner.

One person dances the male step, and the other person dances the female step.

Wells hugged Jamie, and the two of them clasped their hands, sometimes spinning and sometimes jumping. At this moment, they both knew each other's dance steps.

Occasionally looking at each other gives me a feeling of electric shock. It was as if they had had some very intimate contact in a dream and had experienced life and death together. Wells even began to wonder, is Jamie really his wife?

"Look, how suitable it is." Maya, the descendant of the Black Goat, looked at the two people dancing most harmoniously on the dance floor and was filled with emotion:

"Perhaps that young man should also participate in our sacrifice."

"He seems to have a talent for dancing."

"What do you think?" Maye asked Lin Yebai.

Lin Yebai didn't know how to judge and nodded slightly.

There are probably only a very few people who can see those invisible threads in the hall as clearly as he does. Everyone dances under the guidance of silk threads, and each dance step perfectly matches the ups and downs of the music, just like the little people dancing to the music in a toy music box.

The middle-aged gentleman's face became increasingly pale, and large drops of sweat slid down his face. Even his brown curly hair was wet with sweat.

The smell of burnt flesh and blood came from the second floor. Everyone knew what was going on, but no one asked. The middle-aged gentleman had extensive blisters on his knees and thighs, and even his black suit trouser legs were burned to the top of his thighs.

"Dancing is really exhausting." No. 5 considerately wiped the sweat off her partner, causing her skirt to rise slightly, about to reveal the scenery under her skirt. Many pairs of eyes in the audience lit up and stared at the corresponding place. ,Please remember:,