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"Newcomer?" The queen asked in a firm tone.

What can only be called an eye patch on her face barely covers her eyes and cheekbones.Underneath is a straight nose bridge, full of seductive lips, the skin is a healthy honey color tanned by the sun, and the golden brown curly hair is coiled up high, revealing a slender and graceful neck.The goggles, like the crown, are also made of crystal, with rose red patterns fused inside the crystal, exuding a bewitching beauty like a scorching flame.

Her beauty has a strong impact like this rococo building, which makes people unable to control being fascinated by it after a moment of excitement.Such a natural spotlight appeared here, and even the subtle sounds around him gradually stopped, and more and more people turned their attention to it.

But the two she faced didn't seem like the type who could be fascinated by her.Liszt stared closely at Cyril, trying to show a sincere and sincere expression. Although his voice was low, it was now enough for many people to hear clearly: "The queen's invitation cannot be refused-she is the queen tonight. This It is also one of Meilan's rules. Every day there will be a king and queen selected from the previous day. As for the process... I don't think you want to know. I just want to tell you that if you refuse the invitation of the king or queen, you will be present Everyone gets the chance to kiss you... that's punishment."

The time we spent together was not long, and he didn't even get the other person's name out, but that didn't mean he couldn't see through the character of the person in front of him.It's just a dance, and she's such a stunning beauty... She shouldn't be so cruel... But why is he so sad that he feels that he will refuse to the end? !

In fact, the development of the matter was carried out just like his imagination like a wild horse.

The invitee remained unmoved after listening to the explanation, but raised his eyes slightly to meet the Queen's eyes.The mask covered most of his face, only his chin was exposed, and even his hands were covered with gloves. His existence seemed to be silently isolated from the world.The aura around her was still as cold as ever, like a boundless abyss, no matter how deep the still water was, what was exposed outside was always calm like stagnant water.

"Withdraw your request."

Liszt opened his mouth wide and was stunned for a long time, but he still closed his mouth silently, covering his face in pain...he knew it! !

Not only were all the guests paying attention to this side in an uproar, but even the queen who was suddenly photographed against a wall was taken aback and couldn't help taking a step back, followed by boundless anger.

No one, no one has dared to refuse her like this!Such a seemingly insignificant sentence!

And he used "request", not "demand"!

"how dare you--"

The anger that was about to attack her heart seemed to be frozen in an instant, even though her proud beauty and identity were completely shattered by such a light blow, she calmed down quickly.

She looked into those ice blue pupils.Cyril watched her silently.No disgust.No exclusion.Without any ripple.The other side of pureness is emptiness... Even, there is nothing in those eyes.

As if to condense the general atmosphere.Liszt tried to convince him stiffly, lest things get worse: "Hey, dance, just a dance...no..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the queen let out a long breath, then fell silent, and slowly walked forward.

"It's so beautiful..." She sighed lowly, her posture was still so proud, but her voice was soft and soft as if she was facing the lover she sincerely wanted, "I seem to understand your eyes."

Maybe there are too many people who have experienced it, and they have never encountered such a type, and it was only when they first saw it that they were so uncontrollably attracted.She thought that she would let anger swallow her reason just like that, but she didn't know why, just in an instant, she understood those eyes.

"These eyes, who... because of whom...wept?"

She stretched out her arms as soft as willow branches, as if she wanted to touch his mask, but she raised her hand slightly, and then lowered it—for a moment, she felt that touching him was a kind of blasphemy.

Cyril, turned around and wanted to leave.Looking at his attitude, there is always an inexplicable feeling, all the rules are like clouds.It's as if...it can't be bound by anything at all.

"I take back my request." The queen didn't stop her, she just stood there and smiled slightly, "But please tell me your name!"

"...Leola."

He glanced at her again, and suddenly said slowly: "Maybe you can help me ask the gentleman next to me to dance?"

Liszt looked terrified.

The queen wasn't surprised at all, she looked like an old friend of Cyril's now, she didn't even ask why, she nodded happily: "Very happy."

"Hey, you can't do this!" Nima, what kind of development is this, "Is it the legendary 'throw it away'-this is really sad!"

Cyril glanced at him lightly: "You are too noisy."

Turn away.

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Just ask the waiter to lead the way to the No. [-] side hall.

This kind of feeling of being dragged out without doing anything is really terrible, because the unique and spontaneous interest in Meilan's architectural form has been completely wiped out.He didn't even want to find pastimes to pass the time, and planned to just wait for midnight.

With the orchid ring on his right hand, he was able to enter the corridor without hindrance at all.

After entering, he found that the place was extremely quiet, and he couldn't see anyone except himself.And the layout is completely different from the No. [-] side hall just now.After walking through a short garden-style corridor, what appeared before him was a magnificent stair hall. The two opposite staircases lead to the double-storey attic in a beautiful shape. There is a huge ceiling painting on the top of the head, which is always bright and complicated in Rococo. Outlined the magnificent scene, he only took a look, and couldn't help but slow down.

After a while, he suddenly frowned, paused for a long while, then turned his head, turned sideways to be on guard, and his eyes slowly drifted across his body.

A...pretty dangerous intuition.

His face was still as calm and indifferent as ever.His fingers lightly pressed the sleeve on the right side, and a small object fell down the sleeve to his fingertips.

After standing in silence for a while, he turned around slowly and walked towards the stairs.

But the moment one foot stepped on the marble steps, he heard a low voice from behind.

"May I ask you to dance?"

The same headache words as that female voice just now.The sound quality is very pleasant, and very gentle, but the slightly casual tone makes it sound not gentle, but arrogant.

Cyril had turned around suddenly when the first word was uttered, shielding her chest with one hand—but was attacked almost instantly!All he could see was a dark shadow sliding past and circled behind him, but he couldn't keep up with the opponent's movements at all!

As soon as his right hand was raised, he clasped the back of his hand tightly from behind, instinctively counterattacked, bent his elbow and slammed it towards his chest, but instead of pulling the distance away, he was grabbed by Kong Kong and locked his throat firmly. .

In the blink of an eye, everything has settled down.

The other person's chest pressed against his back, and while he was stiff, he calmed down.

"Eastern European White Eagle II in 04, pocket size, three bullets, range 150 meters, all ceramics?" The man behind him smiled, moved his fingertips, and took away the object in Xi Ruier's hand, just pinched it lightly , the pocket gun turned into parts and scattered all over the floor.

"Who are you?" Cyril asked in a deep voice.

The cold fingers seemed to have no temperature at all, tightly locked on the slender throat, as if it could be completely crushed with a slight force.She has never been threatened by anyone to such an extent, all the hairs on Cyril's body have the urge to stand on end, and all the senses are placed in the place where the person is in contact with her, in an extremely dangerous situation, caused by cleanliness Nausea is less obvious.

Even if he didn't see it directly, Xi Ruier could guess that he was probably smiling.

"A person who is inviting a dance partner." Even with a smile, he still said softly and arrogantly, "Next, I think you will close your eyes, won't you, my lord?"

The naked threat is so depressing that people can't breathe.Cyril clenched her hands into fists, trying to control every muscle in its original position.

Then he felt the cold fingers slowly take off his mask, and then a soft cloth wrapped around his eyes, the man still clasped one hand on his throat motionless, probably he was biting the other end with his teeth The bandage is tight.

A strand of hair on the side of the cheek was gently picked up by the fingertips, and then slowly let down.

The man turned around and came to him, moving extremely slowly, as if spending more time paying attention to any reactions he might have.The force values ​​are completely unequal, and Cyril can only temporarily give up resistance.

——At least this man has no real killing intent, even though he is horribly dangerous.

The hand was held and lifted slightly, as if a kiss fell on the back of the hand.At that moment, Cyril was able to control himself without moving, and his face was already quite ugly.

Hearing a pleasant laugh: "You still look like this."

He knows him?Cyril's alertness increased again: "Who are you!"

But he kept saying to himself: "Nothing can shake you? Except the dead lady? No... Madame?"

One hand holds his waist.Cyril was almost stunned by the extreme reaction, and pushed down her hand violently, trying to move it away: "Let go!"

"Does it make you unbearable to even mention her?" He sighed softly slowly, "What are you afraid of?"

"Who are you?!"

Cyril lost control, grabbed the black bandage in front of her eyes and wanted to pull it off, but the moment her fingertips just touched it, she was held tightly by another hand, and took him into her arms without hesitation.

"Let's finish this dance first?" He whispered in his ear, with a cold voice that could not be doubted, "You know how to dance women's steps, don't you?"

The soothing voice was eerily eerie because it was drawn out.This time, the dangerous intuition was accompanied by a strong killing intent.

For a moment, he really wanted to kill him—but Cyril didn't even understand where the killing intent came from!

If she had seen him, Cyril would never forget it!This man's voice, body, and even breath are completely unfamiliar to him... But why did all this happen like this? !

It seems that Cyril's silent anger and compromise can please the man in front of him, and the voice of humming is much softer.

...In his torment, the song finally ended.

Wordless silence.He twitched his hand, but didn't twitch, and even the other hand was clasped again. The man didn't seem to want to let go at all.Cyril sneered lightly: "What about your etiquette?"

And he just said in a low voice: "Guess who I am?"

ghost!talent!Guess!have to!arrive! !

"Oh, then, I look forward to seeing you next time."

Until he completely let go of his hand, the cold murderous intent still surrounded him.He didn't hear any footsteps, but just paused for a few seconds. Sensing something was wrong, Cyril suddenly took off the black bandage covering his eyes, and turned around, the luxurious stair hall was empty and he was alone.

On the chair closest to the stairs was his mask, and... a black rose.

Cyril squinted her eyes, bent down and picked up the rose.The moment I first touched it, my fingertips felt numb, and even through the glove, my skin was still pierced by ironic spikes.

The familiar black roses are as bright as they were just plucked from the branches.But this time it was obviously a little lazy, and he didn't even remove the thorn.

His rage was so intense that it almost swallowed his reason.

Never been so fooled!Neither in my previous life!