Sick beauty loses horse in thriller game

The strange thing is that the flame was not in the normal red state, but... silver-purple!

It looks beautiful, colorful and dazzling, like a ball of burning and jumping lightning!

"go with!"

Fu Qiming shouted softly, and the fireball obediently dispersed into four small fireballs, flying towards the four flower demons respectively.

The four small fireballs instantly turned into a crackling electric grid with silver-purple electric currents wrapped around it.

The four flower fairies controlled by the electric net suddenly lost the ability to move. They quickly turned into pink mist and soon disappeared into thin air.

Jiang Lai and the others were wearing gas masks and didn't dare to take them off, so they didn't know whether the pink mist that looked deep and weird was poisonous or not. Anyway, it was always better to be careful and avoid it.

Jiang Lai used sword skills to defend himself while paying attention to the situations of other players.

She found that Fu Qiming and Wen Ling cooperated well and the four of them had not encountered any major troubles for the time being. She was relieved and thought for a moment before reminding them:

"Fu Qiming, if you keep using the power of thunder to kill those flower demons, it will be a big burden for you. You will not be able to hold on for a long time. You can try to start from other aspects, such as the poems that woman recited."

Just when Jiang Lai said this, the woman's voice sounded again, accompanied by the elegant and pleasant sound of the flute.

"I should pity the imprints left by the teeth of my clogs on the moss, and the fact that the door has not been opened for a long time even though I knocked on it. The spring scenery in the garden cannot be contained, and a branch of red apricot blossoms outside the wall."

This is the original text of the famous poem "Not Worth Visiting the Garden" by Ye Shaoweng, a poet of the Song Dynasty.

Just by hearing the first few words, Jiang Lai could imagine that once the woman finished chanting the poem accompanied by the sound of the flute, the surrounding apricot blossom forest would surely grow branches and forks as strong as swords and spears, and use those branches and forks to attack the players!

Therefore, Jiang Lai did not intend to give the woman an opportunity to attack them.

When the woman sang the line "The spring scenery in the garden cannot be contained", Jiang Lai immediately added a line to her, "The spring scenery in the garden cannot be contained, and beauties don't like to wear long johns!"

The voice of the woman who had just been singing along with the flute suddenly stopped.

Wen Jiao, Fu Qiming, and even Xuan Ji, who was still struggling with Daisy, could not help but burst into laughter after being stunned for a moment.

"The beauty of spring in the garden cannot be contained, and beauties don't like to wear long johns!" Xuanji said with a smile: "Hahaha... the second half of this sentence is too perfect! How did you come up with it? You are so talented!"

"Haha, that's nothing." Jiang Lai replied with a smile: "I have something better, do you want to listen to it?"

Jiang Lai paused for a moment and recited aloud: "The light rain at night washed away the fragrant dust, and the young master walked steadily on his horse. Don't be surprised that the apricot garden is withered, there are so many people picking flowers in the city."

This is "Apricot Garden" by Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu. The original text is "The light rain at night washed away the fragrant dust, and the young man walked steadily on his horse. Don't be surprised that the apricot garden is withered, there are so many flower arrangers in the city."

Jiang Lai directly changed the flower arranger into a flower folder.

The poem she recited quickly took effect.

In the apricot garden, strong winds were blowing.

Those strong winds gathered together quickly and formed human figures whose bodies were made up of whirlwinds.

Those human figures stretched out their hands wrapped in whirlwinds toward the branches full of blooming apricot flowers.

"Crack, click..."

There was a series of sounds of branches breaking.

"what!"

The woman, who originally had a gentle voice, now let out a scream like a ghost howling.

It was also because of the woman’s screams that Jiang Lai couldn’t help but raise the corners of his lips.

"found it."

As she spoke, she teleported and her figure suddenly appeared outside the layers of flower shadows.

She held the Flame Angel pistol, aimed in a certain direction, raised her hand and fired a shot.

"Oh!"

After a gunshot, a series of slight crackling sounds came from that direction, as if something was cracking.

"Crash!"

The jade flute in the hands of the woman in pink, whose lapels were embroidered with apricot blossoms, suddenly shattered into pieces on the ground.

Then, the cracks began to spread rapidly upwards.

The woman's beautiful hands, as white as jade, and her wrists, as white as frozen snow, began to show cracks...

Cracks of varying sizes soon covered the woman's body.

Only a series of crisp rustling sounds were heard, and the woman had turned into pieces, scattered into the elegant fragrance of apricot flowers, and then disappeared.

"That's great. We all got through it safely without any injuries..." Jin Jiahui said.

"Don't be happy too soon. We can't just relax like this. After all, we still need to go through another ten levels like the previous one." Jiang Lai suddenly spoke, speaking faintly.

As she spoke, she quickly used teleport twice and returned to her teammates.

"What, what?! How could this happen?!" Jin Jiahui said in shock.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is a killing formation of the Twelve Flower Gods." Jiang Lai said, "The twelve flower gods of the twelve months will appear here in turn. Each flower god represents a flower, and each flower god has different abilities."

"But the conclusion we can draw from our observations so far is that if these flower gods want to control the flowers in the garden, they cannot do without two important conditions."

"One is music, and the other is poetry, right?" At this time, Fu Qiming came over and rushed to speak.

Jiang Lai nodded, "So, we can neutralize the attack of the Twelve Flower Gods by changing the content of the poem as we did before."

"We have already experienced the plum blossoms in January and the apricot blossoms in February. Next, it should be the peach blossoms in March. Everyone can take this opportunity to think carefully about what poems there are about peach blossoms and how these poems can be modified to resolve the crisis we are facing."

Along with her voice, the scene in the garden changed again.

The gentle and elegant apricot blossoms were replaced by the dazzling peach blossoms.

In the peach garden, peach blossoms are like clouds and red clouds are countless, just like a fairyland.

As the breeze blew, the petals fluttered and fell like pink snow.

Deep in the Peach Blossom Spring, you can hear the sound of gurgling water coming from there.

Jiang Lai looked in that direction and saw an antique stone bridge.

The gentle scene of the small bridge and flowing water makes people feel as if they have walked into the water village of Jiangnan.

Right on that small stone bridge, stood a woman in a pink jacket and skirt.