Chapter Seventy-Three: The Circus on the Other Side (27)

"He, he......" the green clown began to stutter.

In my heart, I am turning the river and the sea, and I have mixed tastes, what is this?

Dare to love for a long time, and finally return to himself.

Yuan Qingli didn't ask more this time, lady, you have to be reserved.

"He's ......" The green clown held for a long time, unable to speak.

"I've always disliked violence, and violence won't solve problems."

Yuan Qingli shook her head and was heartbroken: "I won't kill people, but I like carving." ”

Two more points of strength in the hand......

He smiled. He cried.

The green clown cried like a mess.

Yuan Qingli squatted quietly next to him, watching the clown's earth-shattering crying.

Two minutes later.

"Hello, have you passed the third level?"

"It's over, it's over, it's over. If you pass the interview, you're sure to be the best clown ever. ”

The green clown nodded hurriedly and hurriedly sent the beautiful demon god away.

"So, where do you go for an interview?"

"Go around this wall and go back from the passageway, the last one on the left." The Green Clown's voice was like Gatling's, and there was no more passion just now, "I can only go alone." ”

Lu Xingyun got up, let go of the two clowns, and bowed his head with a smile: "I'm waiting for you here." ”

Yuan Qingli nodded and walked towards the hall.

After a few steps, the left foot stepped down.

A flying sword on the ground jumped into the air, and she grabbed it steadily.

Everyone's pupils shrank.

As a result, the blue-red back with a short sword in both hands disappeared into the depths of the corridor.

……

It was unusually cold in the hallway.

For some reason, the air is slightly humid.

Yuan Qingli could feel sticky all over his body.

It's like a thick mist blowing from a southerly day when the tide returns.

This cold, déjà vu.

Come to the last room.

Pushing the doorknob open, the room was filled with a swaying rainbow of light.

Seven colors linger around like an aurora, like a dream, making it impossible to see the border.

Opposite Yuan Qingli, stood a vague figure.

It is bewitching and distorted in the aurora, and it is vaguely recognizable as a human form.

"Hello Clown King, I'm here to apply." Yuan Qingli bowed her head slightly, which was regarded as a greeting.

"Hahaha! You're good, your performance is wonderful. ”

Voices came from all directions, low and hoarse, apparently processed.

However, Yuan Qingli heard the taste of covetousness and greed from it.

"Can I be a clown, then?" Do a full set of plays, and apply for jobs all the time.

"Nope."

"Why?"

"You have to live."

Yuan Qingli's pupils contracted suddenly.

The sudden pressure around him, suffocating and unable to breathe.

The aurora was like substance, turning into a shackle that bound her.

The originally viscous air burst out of the mist directly.

There is no sign of freezing, but the whole body is as if it is placed on the 10,000-year-old ice of the polar regions.

Shivering.

Yuan Qingli bit the tip of her tongue to sober herself up a little.

His hands were raised with difficulty, and with all his strength, he threw the two flying swords towards the opposite figure.

However, the mud cow entered the sea and did not even hear a sound.

The pressure around her faded like a tide, and Yuan Qingli found herself free again.

The scenery around you also changes into a corridor.

"Live, the longer the better." This was the last word the Clown King said, full of salivation.

What the hell is this Clown King going to do?

The killing intent just now was so violent, and it was clearly easy to control himself.

Obviously able to make a move, but let yourself go and let yourself live?

But a sense of powerlessness welled up on her brows, this was the first time that Yuan Qingli faced the threat of death.

Although, came out unscathed.

She pondered the conversation she had just had, and unnoticedly bumped into the figure coming from the other side.

"I'm sorry." It was an orange-clown who bowed and ran away.

Yuan Qingli remained silent, because there was an extra lump of things in her hand.