Infinite Throne

Madam Rose quickly let go of her hand, as if avoiding a snake.

"Do you like it?" Miss Noble smiled sideways and asked, "How does it feel?"

"It's, it's okay." Madam Rose trembled, she was obviously frightened, her face blushed unconsciously.

[Big Knock Scholar]: Isn’t Lily beautiful?

【Braised Pork Ribs】: Wouldn't it be nice if the bouquet of roses were replaced with lilies

[Uchihabo Milk Tea]: Hand-made art has developed to its peak

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

[Ruanruan Cat Ears]: Now we are the cubs who control the velvet humanoid pillow

[Wang Goudan]: Anyway, our cubs have bad intentions and won’t suffer

[Woooo monster]: Damn it!i can't refute

There were also other people who took advantage of it on the way, without exception, they were all avoided by the noble lady.She is exceptionally 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, you might as well ask Madam Rose."

His Majesty Andrew was the first to ask, "Is it true?"

Mrs. Rose shook her head, as if denying it.

She means, not a real person.

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

The guests who were a little worried immediately put their hearts back into their stomachs, and even if they saw the clues, some of them pretended not to know.

As long as the flowers are not in your hands, watching other people's performances is a very interesting and exciting thing.

Words and deeds that are feared in the outside world are just a game here.Tonight's stage repertoire is as exquisite as a work of art, and it has an indescribable attraction to the banquet guests.

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

But at tonight's banquet, they no longer need to cover up, and they can boldly express their true inner demands.The mood of the dinner was subtle, indulgent and restrained.

"Continue the game."

The drum beat again, and the bouquet of roses was picked up and passed on.Even though it fell to the ground and was passed roughly and quickly by many hands, it still maintained the same blooming posture as it did at the beginning.

Now there are more people who don't want to receive bouquets.They know what they have written, and it is not a gentle game.I don't even know if the cards drawn by the two people before were handwritten by themselves.

The first noble fat man improved the gallows because he liked to watch people hanged and used it as entertainment.

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

It's a pity that when I wrote the cards before, I couldn't spread it outside. Except for the banquet host, no one else knew what others wrote on the cards, and it was forbidden to exchange the contents of the cards.

This time the drums were tame, and seemed reluctant to pick a third performer lightly.The speed of passing the flowers is not that fast, at least not by throwing them into the hands of the next person.

The drumbeat stopped suddenly, and it fell into the hands of a middle-aged gentleman with a rigid appearance. He was holding a bouquet and was about to pass it to the next person, but it hadn't passed it yet.

As if foreshadowing something, his face was pale, and he forced himself to be calm. First, he glanced at the second noble lady who had drawn a card.

The latter sat limply in the chair, as if he had lost all his bones, and still maintained the original smile on his face.

If she didn't describe the detailed process of making the toy, others could still attribute her posture to the laziness of the girl's temperament. Now the truth is clear at a glance.

[Terror value 71%]

"Please come to the stage, sir."

The card in his hand is - Dancing on a Soldering Iron.

Everyone is very interested in this, and there are endless discussions:

"This reminds me of a gourmet practice, which seems to be called Teppanyaki."

"I thought about it too. I really look forward to the dance brought by this gentleman."

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

[Qingquanshi Shangliu]: Does this person like to watch others dance on the soldering iron?

[I'm a little green dragon]: Maybe it's for cooking?The food is too abnormal

[Ordinary Me]: Isn't he afraid that dancers will have athlete's foot?

[Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow…

Once the beriberi is involved, the picture cannot be seen.

Burning goose feet and burning human feet are two concepts.

The third lucky person who got the card inevitably showed a frightened expression, which has been frozen in that moment ever since.Obviously very reluctant, he still stepped up the steps step by step, like a doll manipulated by silk threads, stiffly walked up to the second floor, which was funny and terrifying.

He used to wear finely crafted leather boots, but now that pair of leather boots turned into a flaming iron at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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

The pair of leather boots made of iron firmly bound his body, leading him up step by step, facing the crowd.

The middle-aged gentleman stopped and bowed slightly.

"Mrs. Rose, would you like to be my dance partner?" He asked hoarsely.It was a sound that could only be uttered after enduring pain, a hoarse whine under desperate circumstances.

[Fear value 72%]

Everyone turned their attention to Mrs. Rose, seeing her resistance, they persuaded together:

"Go ahead, madam, there will be no problem."

"You wrote the invitation letter for the banquet, shouldn't you show off your dancing posture?"

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

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

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

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

Madam Rose's face was full of resistance, and she didn't mention anything else. What if I accidentally touched the pair of shoes made of soldering iron and got burned?If he was stepped on by the other party... I can't even think about it.

What's even scarier is that there's no rule stating that the shoes on the back dancer's feet won't turn into branding irons.

"Ma'am, what are you afraid of?"

"Don't you think that's a real soldering iron?"

"Go madam, he can't wait."

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

They all opened their mouths to urge her, but no one was willing to speak for her.At this time, the peerless appearance she was so proud of turned into a reminder for her death.Rather than saying that everyone wanted to see Mrs. Rose dance, it was better to say that they wanted to appreciate the frightened expression of this famous beauty.

Lin Yebai didn't like the scenes of corpses all over the ground, howling and rolling. He has always been a bit of a cleanser, and even beheaded, he would use ice to seal the blood gushing out of the opponent's neck, so as to prevent the splash from staining his clothes.

In the past, the conditions did not allow it, but now the entire hotel is controlled by him. Those who participate in the game cannot affect the viewing, and must maintain a decent appearance.

Never break down and howl, nor make a sound of begging for mercy.

To be at a party is to act like you are at a party.

"Let me dance for Madam, Madam is wearing a long skirt today, it will be bad if you are stepped on." No. 5 took the initiative to go up to the second floor.

Judging from the appearance, No. 5 is not bad.Although she was not a peerless enchantress who would bring disaster to the country and the people, that face was enough to attract attention.What is more attractive is the graceful figure, which can be called a stunner, and the skirt is also short.If you dance with your skirt flying, you will definitely see extraordinary scenery.

[Ordinary Me]: Looking at it today, No. 5 seems to be pretty good

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

[Huangfu Tiedan]: Farewell for three days, when you look at each other with admiration

[A mistake was made in the melon field]: Brother Pingfan rushes!You are the pride of our studio

[Uchihabo 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 branding iron shoes?"

"Just wait, scumbags." No. 5 threw countless blown kisses around, and the guests also returned many blown kisses, creating a lively atmosphere.

A beautiful and dignified beauty like Mrs. Rose has always been very popular. If a sexy and enthusiastic beauty like No. 5 takes the initiative to show her favor, everyone is willing to cooperate.

In fact, No. 5 does not wear shoes made of soldering iron, and is always barefoot.A beauty's bare feet are also beautiful, and her white toes step on the bloody stage, which is very eye-catching.

The background music finally fell clearly in everyone's ears. Yin was playing in the corner, his eyes were slightly lowered, and the outline of a corner was faintly revealed, elegant and gentle.

At the beginning, it was a very gorgeous waltz. It is said that it has a history of thousands of years. Every time the nobles hold a banquet, a band will be arranged to play this dance.

"You can dance too." Lin Yebai was very tolerant towards the guests.

If you don't look at the pair of red iron shoes, the two people on the stage are very matching.One is wearing a black suit and the other is wearing a red skirt. You come and go, and the dance steps are harmonious.

The dance steps of the middle-aged gentleman wearing iron boots were a bit stiff at first, but under the leadership of No. 5, he quickly became natural and proficient.

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

There are more men than women, so everyone has to choose a male partner.

One dances the men's step and the other dances the women's step.

Wells put his arms around Jamie, and the two clasped their hands, spinning and jumping from time to time. At this moment, they knew nothing about the dance steps.

Occasionally looking at each other, it feels more like an electric shock.It was as if they had had some kind of very intimate contact in a dream, and they had gone through life and death together.Wells even began to wonder, is Jamie really his wife?

"Look, how suitable it is." Maye, a descendant of the black goat, looked at the two people who danced the most harmoniously on the dance floor, full of 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, so he nodded slightly.

Probably only a very few people can see those invisible threads in the hall as clearly as he does.Everyone dances under the guidance of silk threads, and every dance step perfectly fits 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 paler and paler. Big drops of sweat rolled down his face, and even his curly brown hair was wet with sweat.

A smell of burnt flesh 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 scorched to the base of his thighs.

"Dancing really takes a lot of energy." No. 5 thoughtfully wiped off the sweat for her dance partner, so the hem of the skirt rose slightly, about to reveal the scenery under the skirt.Many pairs of eyes in the audience lit up, staring at the corresponding place.