Lu Xingyun took advantage of the fact that the clown's attention was on Yuan Qingli, and quickly grabbed the calves of the two clowns on his side and overturned them.

And the left and right legs of the two were tied together with a blindfolded red band.

Then he knelt on their backs.

"Help, laugh."

Murderous aura, a strong murderous aura emerged.

The green clown felt the arrows stirring in his head.

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

The sword was in the neck and had to be laughed.

The ground was already wet with sweat, forming an oval shape.

The clown shuddered and struggled to hold back a smile that was uglier than crying.

Both lips quivered up and down.

The corners of the mouth are like fish out of water, constantly tumbling.

Finally, it formed a parabola with an opening downward.

"Is it okay?" Yuan Qingli's voice was full of serious inquiry, and her face was simple.

"Cocoa, cocoa...... In order to. ”

Yuan Qingli smiled with satisfaction, twisted the end of the hilt of the sword with two fingers, and slowly stepped over the green clown.

The blade didn't leave the opponent's neck, sliding forward against the skin.

That light and icy cold.

The pain of the body involuntarily.

The green clown scolded in his heart, and after passing the village, he immediately resigned. HR is not a human job.

The blade circled his neck for a half-circle, and finally left, coming to the face of the third clown.

It's a clown in blue.

Yuan Qingli didn't see the slightest emotional fluctuation in the eyes of the clown in blue.

In his opinion, Jian Feng was not touching his own body at all.

Undoubtedly, it's a hard stubble.

Yuan Qingli changed her previous coldness and smiled like a spring-like melting ice and snow: "Hello, help laugh." ”

Disappear off the face of the earth.

"Hello, help me laugh." Three points are cold, and he is angry.

Cast pearls before swine.

"Hello, help me laugh."

Yuan Qingli's hand strained slightly.

The blade of the sword cuts through the skin with ease.

Blood oozed down the neat incision, dripping from the tip of the sword.

The blue clown still has a stone-like face.

He didn't even blink an eye.

He has put life and death out of the way.

Oil and salt are not entered, and soft and hard are not eaten.

"It seems that this lady who applied for the job is in trouble, as far as I know, Lan Juro, has not smiled for seven years, three months and eight days."

"No matter how cold it is, whether it's cracking, or turning upside down, he's always the same wooden face and has never changed."

This reminds me of a saying, don't forget the original intention, you have to always. I think he can do it. ”

Seeing that Yuan Qingli had no intention of making a dead move, the green clown began his long speech again.

"Lan Shilang, it's really a good name, you can say it when you bet with people in the future, and if you lose, you can pronounce the name backwards."

Yuan Qingli put away her flying sword, she had no intention of killing.

It is estimated that the other party has also calculated this point, so that he has no fear.

Despite knowing that the other party is just an NPC in a dungeon.

But after all, it's different from the monster that I incarnated last time.

Although she advocates force to solve problems, it is also a last resort.

If you can do it with wisdom, why bother with effort.

All the clowns' eyes were focused on Yuan Qingli.

Except for Lu Xingyun, he is not a clown.

But he also thought.

How can this woman, who is both wise, beautiful, and violent, solve this problem?

"Tsk, you're a warrior, you better stop being a clown."

Yuan Qingli slapped her forehead and sighed lightly, as if she was helpless.

"I really didn't look away, Lan Juro, the great clown in blue, he inherited the glorious tradition of the clown, Jackie Phoenix, Heath Ledger, Jack Nicholson in this moment of soul possession. Lan Juro He represents the long history of the clown, he is not fighting alone, he is not alone~~! ”

The elongated tone is full of crazy provocation.

"Noise."

Yuan Qingli walked back again, half-crouching, staring at the green clown.

Although Yuan Qingli had a kind gaze, he felt cold and lonely behind him.

An ominous sensation spreads throughout the spinal cord.

The blade returned to the green clown's neck.

"Hello, did he smile just now?" Yuan Qingli is very polite.

Lu Xingyun wanted to laugh.