The ten fingers playing in the air were a sound that could only be produced by an entire symphony orchestra.
Wolfgang was smiling at this time and closed his eyes, as if all his mind and spirit had been immersed in this wonderful music.
The moment the oboe-like sound echoed at the conference, everything in front of me changed astonishingly.
Like a dream, what is intertwined between reality and illusion is a huge, luxurious, bright and crowded palace banquet hall.
The huge martial arts stage completely turned into a dance floor for the banquet.
They... Chaofan in the stands now walked directly into the palace from centuries ago.
Wearing luxurious clothes, they have lost their way among the crowds.
There was no trace of Wolfgang anymore, only the majestic [Symphony No. 41 in C major] was played in this huge and gorgeous palace banquet.
"What on earth is this..."
No, there is no grandstand anymore. This is the edge of the banquet dance floor. People are coming and going, but I don’t know whether it is true or false.
Zhong Luoyue lowered her head and looked at her palms...and at the clothes on her body.
A light yellow basil skirt.
"Yue, you look like..." The little girl who only heard about the vampire was full of surprise at this time, and then she soon discovered that she seemed to be the same, and couldn't help but look puzzled: "Hey, I am too... I
When did you wear a black skirt?"
This little vampire girl has snow-white hair and now wears a long black dress, looking more like a finely carved porcelain doll.
"Are we under an illusion?" Zhong Luoyue frowned at this time.
But regarding this matter, she discovered that except for Elizabeth, the Red Flame Tower Master and the Binghan Tower Master were missing... When Zhong Luoyue realized this, her consciousness suddenly became blurred.
She was even a little unsteady, and she subconsciously held her forehead... She reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at Elizabeth, and what she saw was Elizabeth's anxious look.
She began to forget who she really was.
She begins to remember who she really is.
She is the daughter of a nobleman. In her prime, she was invited to a banquet in this palace...a noblewoman born into a distinguished family.
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"The atmosphere is good, let's dance."
Boss Luo smiled slightly and said softly in front of the dressed-up maid.
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Fire Cloud Evil God looked at the wig on his head at this moment.
I heard that in this era, wearing a wig was a status symbol...but the fact that a man actually wore white stockings seemed quite fucked up.
He pulled the socks on his thighs awkwardly and frowned again: "This texture is completely like the real thing... and so is everything here."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, pressed it on a pillar at will, and then squeezed it with a little force, instantly crushing the pillar into rubble.
The gravel was finally crushed into fine dust in his palm, and Fire Cloud Evil God subconsciously looked at the Divine Dragon next to him.
Long Xiruo was also wearing a silver-white dress at this time... Probably because of the style of clothing, her figure was unexpectedly good.
"What is this guy's name?" Long Xiruo touched the skirt on his body at this time, "It seems a little complicated... In terms of Taoism, it would be very difficult to achieve this level."
Fire Cloud Evil God remained silent.
He is a warrior, a warrior with great power in every move of his hands and feet... But this kind of thing is completely beyond his knowledge. To put it simply, he is an amateur.
Fire Cloud Evil God can push the destructive power to the extreme, but if he is asked to create something, he will probably only be able to squeeze it with some mud.
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"May-I?"
In front of Princess Lamias, a handsome young man with a sunny smile and elegant actions appeared at some point. He seemed to be the brightest star of Her Royal Highness the Princess's birthday party.
That's right, today is Princess Lamias's first birthday party as an adult, and it is the largest banquet in the kingdom this year.
Princess Lamias smiled slightly at this time and slowly stretched out her palm.
The handsome young man knelt on one knee in front of Her Highness the Princess. He gently held Her Highness's palm as if he was holding a work of art, lowered his head and kissed the back of Her Highness' hand.
The movement turns and the brisk notes begin to flow.
The people on the dance floor, men and women, hugged everything in an orderly manner at this time, and colorful stars filled the tops of people's heads, as if they had entered a fairy tale world.
People's faces are filled with smiles of happiness and blessings.
In the center of the dance floor, a space was left open, and a handsome young man and the most beautiful princess in the kingdom strolled in following the gazes of everyone.
During the matching dance steps, the young man said affectionately: "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, my princess."
"Really?" Princess Lamias raised her head, her eyes dim.
"Yes, just like an angel." The young man said softly, then lowered his head, wanting to touch the soft lips of this beautiful princess.
"I'm thinking about something." Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Kingdom suddenly said.
The young man had to stop and asked in surprise: "What are you considering?"
I heard Princess Lamias say seriously: "Although I have been single for a long time...should I just find a man so casually?"
"Oh?" The young man suddenly chuckled.
Princess Lamias... Lamias said expressionlessly at this time: "Before I think about where to hit you, you'd better retreat."
The young man chuckled again.
The third movement was played immediately, and the atmosphere of the banquet was stirred up again.
Lamias snorted coldly and said: "If you want to fight, then fight hard, don't deal with all these things...don't you think that at this level, you can do whatever you want?"
"At least the effect is pretty good, isn't it?" the young man said casually.
But the movement intensified again, and in an instant it came to the fourth movement... Lamias suddenly frowned, and the fighting thoughts in her body erupted like a volcano.
The entire dance floor in the banquet hall began to vibrate crazily.
The young man shook his head slightly. However, at this moment, a cold voice directly covered all the sounds of this movement.
"What kind of crap is this? I'm a native of China and I can't stand this style!" This was the voice of a true dragon from China.
The young man frowned slightly at this moment.
"Wrong! Change it!" the voice of Shenzhou True Dragon came to mind again.
The entire banquet hall began to shatter instantly.
All the music suddenly stopped like a jammed tape. At the same time, different voices began to sound from different corners of the banquet hall.
"That's it? This is far worse than the [Real Domain] of our Glory Tower Master... what a piece of rubbish!"
A breath as hot as the sun instantly broke through the dome of the banquet hall.
"Damn it, old man Chi Yan, you are pretending to be cool again... Why are you pretending to be so cool?! There are so many big-assed women here, I haven't touched them enough yet, okay?"
"Stella, go to hell!!"
The moment he spoke, the banquet hall collapsed faster.
"There is no problem with the challenge, but it is only limited to the martial arts stage... This is beyond the scope of the martial arts stage, foul!"
This was the voice of the Fire Cloud Evil God. A sword energy shot through the air, and the originally broken banquet hall was instantly cut into two halves.
"Sanwuliang...the old Taoist can't stand such a sluggish atmosphere. Although they are all red and pink skeletons, the old Taoist doesn't recite Buddhist scriptures? Hahaha..."
collapse!
"My heart is clear, the sword's heart is bright... broken."
collapse!
"Rayaz, where are you looking? Are you still looking?!"
collapse!
"Senior, the buffet here is good... Emmm, where is senior?"
The little Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain held a bowl of food and began to enjoy it with squinted eyes. When Broken came, he waved his hand casually, forcing Broken to bypass him and continued to eat.
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"Boring." Princess Chuyang continued to meditate.
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"Zhuifeng, keep an eye on Purple Star...Zhuifeng, wake up!"
"Oh...brother? Hey, where is this?"
Mo Xiaofei shook his head and immediately closed his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes again...the surroundings were shattered.
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The handsome young man shook his head and sighed: "It seems that no one knows how to appreciate it."
Lamias sneered and waved the entire banquet hall in a circle, disappearing in an instant like a passing cloud.
The martial arts stage is back.
Wolfgang's ten fingers have stopped.
I saw many extraordinary people in the eight grandstands at this time, but they still hugged their companions, men and women, men and women, young and old, old men and old men... intimate.
They suddenly woke up and vomited.
Wolfgang shook his head again, as if with some regret, and murmured in a low voice: "After all, in the sub-world, you can't go too far, otherwise you will be targeted by the administrator."
But at this time, a fist containing majestic fighting thoughts had appeared in front of Wolfgang.
His expression condensed, and then he flicked his fingers, and a musical scale turned into an invisible shield wall, blocking the fist... However, Dou Nian was too huge, and the shield wall instantly shattered, and the force continued unabated.
Wolfgang showed a look of surprise, and with a slight cross bullet, one shield wall after another was formed out of thin air.
But the fists shattered one after another, destroying everything!
Wolfgang's frown deepened, and at the moment of shock, the fist had arrived. He raised his hands in a panic, crossed his arms, and blocked the punch.
It was just that his body was pushed crazily by the force, sweeping away the stone slabs of the martial arts stage, moving backwards crazily... and finally fell out of the martial arts stage and landed outside the venue.
However, Lamias's fist was still filled with fiery breath, distorting the air... She retracted her fist, looked at Wolfgang who fell out of the field, and said calmly: "There is nothing wrong with men being versatile, but their fists are not strong enough.
You want to go to bed with me, do you think you are the clown from the past few days?"
Hum*2!
Two humming sounds suddenly sounded in Lamias's ears... She didn't know why there were two sounds, but one of them left a deep impression on her.
Lamia's face changed slightly in an instant, "I don't mean anything, I'm just making an analogy... Don't worry."
Seeing that there was no movement, Lamias secretly breathed a sigh of relief... The maid probably just gave a casual warning. But... in addition to the terrifying maid, another cold snort came out.
Where does it come from.
She is also a woman.
The tone of these two cold snorts is obviously exactly the same!
In other words, besides that scary maid lady, is there another one?
Emmm…
Lamias suddenly interrupted her conjecture. If she felt that she knew too much...
But she spoke softly, and no one heard her... Seeing that there was really nothing more to say, Lamias breathed out slowly, only to find that Wolfgang had quietly disappeared.
"This guy……"
Lamias couldn't help but frown, subconsciously she always felt that this mysterious guy didn't try his best at all, as if he was just playing.
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In the passage under the stands, Wolfgang was humming something... He was leaning against the wall at this time, with some manuscript paper and a pencil in his hand.
He was composing something, and it seemed that inspiration had come to him.
"Wolfgang."
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the darkness.
But Wolfgang said without raising his head: "I'm inspired, don't disturb me... I sent a signal before and you didn't come, but it's useless now. I have no time to care about you."
"We are here with the mission of [Archimedes] Throne..." the voice continued.
"That is your [Throne] and has nothing to do with me." Wolfgang said calmly: "Whatever tasks you have, it has nothing to do with me. It's just based on the principle of mutual help among transcendent people. When I am in trouble, you choose
If sex doesn't come, I can choose not to help you when you are in trouble."
"We were in the Forbidden City!" The voice snorted coldly: "This sub-world is not as simple as imagined!"
Wolfgang seemed not to have heard anything. He raised his head as if he was thinking about something, then quickly lowered his head again and wrote something quickly on the paper.
The figure in the darkness quietly disappeared.
Wolfgang stopped writing at this time, looked thoughtfully into the darkness, and muttered: "It seems that I have really lost one, otherwise such a arrogant person would not come to me...
…Sure enough, there is a big problem in this sub-world.”
There is indeed a big problem.
From the time he was imprisoned by Mr. Song, to later meeting Farrell, and then watching each challenge match after another, he finally discovered the problem.
"The peak limit of this sub-world... is too high!"
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Taking advantage of the fact that no one came up to challenge, Lamias directly drew two opponents out, won easily, and left the martial arts stage with three beads.
Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer beads scattered in the hands of mid- to low-level extraordinary groups, and there are naturally fewer and fewer objects to snatch.
After more than an hour of the challenge, the beads had basically flowed into those powerful extraordinary groups.
The big waves wash away the sand... From morning to afternoon, for most of the day, only the major delegations that can be called gold are left.
China is still the region that obtains the most beads.
In the future, the division of territory and voice of the Extraordinary Association can already be seen at this time. Some rudiments can be seen at this time... What will happen next is that the extraordinary people who have already obtained the right to speak will start a war to expand their own voice.
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"Lady Lamias, do we really only need three beads?"
"Except for me, if any of you can get one more, I have no objection."
"Sorry, we are useless..."
"On the North American continent, as long as we have the right to speak... there is only one [Dark Order] anyway, isn't it?" Lamias chuckled and said, "As long as we have territory."
"makes sense……"
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"Stella! Come down and die!"
Suddenly, in the conference venue that had been silent for a long time, an angry voice suddenly sounded.
I saw a bridge of flames instantly formed from the stands, extending all the way to the martial arts stage... And walking on the long bridge of flames was the master of the Red Flame Tower.
Everyone couldn't help but look at Father Stella, the strongest talker. With this scene, the China Administration no longer had any reason to break up the fight or separate the two.
I saw Father Stella snorting coldly at this time, holding his holy sword of physics, and jumped directly into the martial arts stage, "Chi Yan shrunk, do you dare to bet your wife with me! You lose
Come on, give me your wife!"
"Where the hell did you get your wife!" The owner of the Chiyan Tower walked off the fire bridge, his eyes erupting with scarlet flames again.
Father Stella instantly hummed and said: "Who said I didn't!"
With that said, Father Stella directly pulled open the skirt of his shirt, and saw an image of a woman with a sweet smile printed on the thin shirt!
"Look!" Father Stella pointed at the big picture on his clothes and sneered: "My wife! Ten yuan!"
