Lu Xingyun took advantage of the clown's attention being on Yuan Qingli, and quickly grabbed the calves of the two clowns beside him and knocked them over.
And the left and right legs of the two were tied together with a blindfolded red belt.
Then he knelt on their backs.
"Help, smile."
Murderous aura, a strong murderous aura emerged.
The green clown felt like thousands of arrows were stirring in his head.
People under the eaves have to bow their heads.
The sword was on his neck, so he had to laugh.
The ground was already wet with sweat, forming an oval shape.
The clown suppressed his trembling and tried to suppress a smile that was uglier than crying.
The two lips trembled up and down.
The corners of his mouth were like a fish out of water, constantly tumbling.
Finally, it formed a parabola that opened downward.
"Is it okay?" Yuan Qingli's voice was filled with serious inquiry, and her face was full of innocence.
"Coco, cocoa, cocoa...yes."
Yuan Qingli smiled with satisfaction, twisted the end of the sword hilt with two fingers, and slowly stepped over the green clown.
The sword edge did not leave the opponent's neck and slid forward against the skin.
That airy coldness.
Involuntary pain.
The green clown cursed in his heart and resigned immediately after passing the village. HR is really not a human job.
The sword edge circled half a circle around the neck, and finally left, coming to the face of the third clown.
This is a clown in blue.
Yuan Qingli didn't see the slightest emotion in the eyes of the clown in blue.
In his opinion, what the sword touched was not his own body at all.
Undoubtedly, it is a tough one.
Yuan Qingli changed her previous coldness and smiled like a spring that melted the ice and snow: "Hello, please help me smile."
The stone sinks into the sea.
"Hello, please help me smile." She was so angry that she was so angry.
Play the piano to the cow.
"Hello, help me smile."
Yuan Qingli's hand tightened slightly.
The edge of the sword cuts the skin easily.
Blood seeped out along the neat cuts and dripped from the tip of the sword.
The blue clown still has a stone-like appearance.
Without even blinking.
He had no regard for life and death.
Don't eat oil or salt, don't eat hard or soft food.
"It seems that the lady who applied for the job is in trouble. As far as I know, Ranjuro, has not smiled for seven years, three months and eight days."
"No matter how cold the weather is, whether the sky is falling apart or the earth is turning upside down, his wooden face remains the same as always. It has never changed."
"This reminds me of a saying, only by never forgetting your original intention can you always succeed. I think Lanjuro can do it."
Seeing that Yuan Qingli had no plans to kill him, the green clown started his long speech again.
"Ranjuro, that's a really good name. You can say it when you make bets in the future. If you lose, you can pronounce the name backwards."
Yuan Qingli put away the flying sword, she had no intention of killing anyone.
It is estimated that the other party has calculated this accurately and is confident.
Even though I know that the other party is just an NPC in the copy.
But after all, it is different from the monster he incarnated last time.
Although she advocates using force to solve problems, she does so as a last resort.
Why waste effort when you can do it with wisdom.
All the clowns' eyes were focused on Yuan Qingli.
Except Lu Xingyun, he is not a clown.
But he also thought about it.
How can this woman, who coexists with wisdom, beauty and violence, solve this problem?
"Tsk, he is a warrior, you better stop being a clown."
Yuan Qingli slapped her forehead and sighed, seemingly helpless.
"Sure enough, I was right, Amountain Juro, the great clown in blue. He inherited the glorious tradition of the clown. Joaquin Phoenix, Heath Ledger, and Jack Nicholson were possessed by their souls at this moment. Amountain Juro, he It represents the long history of the clown, he is not fighting alone, he is not alone~~!"
The elongated tone is frantically defiant.
"Noisy."
Yuan Qingli walked back and half-crouched, staring at the green clown.
Although Yuan Qingli's eyes were kind, he felt cold and lonely behind him.
The sense of foreboding spreads from the spinal cord to the whole body.
The sword edge returned to the green clown's neck.
"Hello, did he smile just now?" Yuan Qingli was very polite.
Lu Xingyun wanted to laugh.
