[Zhongyingmei] After inheriting the throne

On one side, Francis was so terrified that he almost turned into a screaming chicken; on the other side, Gladys, who finally merged with the consciousness of the Porcelain Queen, couldn't help himself.

The Porcelain Queen is an extremely complicated person. She has tasted all kinds of life, knows what it feels like to be despised by others, and also understands the feeling of being admired by others. She has enjoyed the glory of the royal family and experienced the hardships of slaves.In the end, after all the hardships and rewards, her life is not a normal "happiness", but living in the Porcelain Kingdom with the Porcelain King, and the people around her are all moving Porcelain Puppets.

By the standards of a normal person, this is a bit pathological.

Porcelain Puppet Kingdom is a special country. Here, there is no sign of life renewal from generation to generation, and there is no so-called continuation.In other words, the people of Porcelain Kingdom do not grow old and die, live and die, neither birth, old age, sickness, death, nor birth.

Right now, there are two more newcomers here, adding two rare populations to Porcelain Puppet Kingdom.According to common sense, after such an incredible change, the Porcelain Queen must take them back.One is to prevent leaks, and the other is to protect weaknesses.

Now, Gladys struggles with such thoughts.

This instinct is like an obsession rooted in his heart, making it difficult for Gladys to resist.

Compared with Belle's sense of separation and fragmentation, her fusion with the Porcelain Queen is like mixed muddy water. The two personalities are actually not much compatible, but in Gladys' intentional acceptance Now, they temporarily reached a certain balance.

Now, Gladys is really not sure if he can resist this almost instinctive reaction.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Francis was constantly giving her winks.

Gladys tried to adjust her mentality, trying to convince herself.

This old and fat man turned out to be a top-notch rich man, he didn't know how to take care of himself even if he thought about it, and he was very worldly in his heart. The pursuit of longevity ended up in this situation, which shows that he is greedy.

The other one is flexible and has his own ideas. Although he seems to have a high perception of magic, he behaves like an adventurous and unstable guy, and he is not suitable for taking home.

Forget it.

She tried hard to persuade.

One thing more is worse than one thing less, let's put these two people back.

Francis watched the other party holding the porcelain doll, his eyes moved back and forth between several porcelain dolls, and finally his face changed.

"It seems that there is no fate between us." The Porcelain Queen touched the hair of the Porcelain Puppet in her hand, and finally sighed, "Then forget it."

She turned around and backed away, and walked to the side of the pitcher, and at some point there was a porcelain long-handled spoon in her free hand.

She took a ladle of water from the pitcher, and poured it on the other two porcelain puppets, while solemnly saying, "I, in the name of the porcelain queen, expel you from the country of porcelain puppets."

When the water poured down, it splashed on the two porcelain dolls with a "chichi" sound, and immediately a thick white mist floated up.

When the sound disappeared, the dense fog also faded, and the two original porcelain puppets returned to the appearance of living people.

"Sherlock" Watson went up to him and checked his condition.

The rich man on the other side was pulled away by Merlin, and he used his own tricks to co-operate with the other party.

"The problem is solved, so I should leave too." Mrs. Porcelain Puppet threw the spoon into the jug with a clang, and left a last sentence, "I hope you will never summon me again."

After the sound of the wind, the candlelight was extinguished, the moonlight was obscured again, and the indistinct sound of tinkling disappeared.

"Madame" Francis asked in surprise.

"She's gone." The voice returned to Mrs. Doyle's tone.

She reappears in the moonlight.

"What's going on here?" Sherlock broke away from Watson and couldn't help asking.

"This is not something you should know." Mrs. Doyle refused politely. "Since the matter is over, you should go back."

"Francis," she called, "take the things home."

Sherlock wanted to ask more questions, but was stopped by Galahad and Lancelot who reached out their hands together, "Come here, Mr. Holmes, this is not what you should know."

Although the two young agents didn't know much about it, they felt that Merlin would give them an answer, so they were not in a hurry.

Merlin calmed down the victim, handed him over to Galahad, and urged everyone to get on the plane and go back.

He had an agreement with Mrs. Doyle's n, and he would take care of this matter.

A week later, Mrs. Doyle left England after a round trip.Meanwhile, Gladys is back home in New York.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Cinderella typing away with a laptop, and greeted her without looking back, "Welcome back, are you happy?"

"What a troublesome character." Gladys was not physically tired, but felt that his spirit was defeated by the occasional passivity of the Porcelain Queen.She flung herself down on the sofa and buried her head in the pillow.

A few seconds later, she jumped up suddenly, "By the way, the Queen of Porcelain Puppet just appeared on stage, are you okay?"

"Don't worry." Cinderella turned to look at her. "N itself is an organization formed according to the legend of t and serves it."

"Wait, what is t?" Gladys said alertly, "What are you doing behind my back?"

"What do you mean?" Cinderella had some objections to this statement, "As long as you want to know, of course we will not hide it. Who can fool themselves?"

What she's saying is that Gladys could theoretically feel inside the minds of various entities telepathically.However, in the face of two brain-style characters with complicated thoughts and complicated brain circuits, Gladys thought that he didn't want to overload his brain, so he just cooked a brain-roasted flower, so if there is anything wrong, he is still used to asking verbally. .

"So, what is a t?"

"T, thercess, what do you think?" Cinderella quickly typed something in the search bar, and then turned the computer over to show Gladys.

"Since all superpowers in this world have formed an alliance, I think we can also make an appearance." Cinderella blinked.

"Now as a princess." Gladys thought that this secret would be carefully concealed for a while.

"That's right, Belle also agrees." Cinderella moved out another ballot. "Also, there are some things that should be put on the bright side to attract fish to take the bait."

"So, next"

"I thought of a good debut role." Cinderella said, "As a neutral organization, sure enough, it's more interesting to be inclusive."

"Do you still remember that Mrs. Daxter once accepted a commission?" Cinderella closed the computer and looked straight at Gladys.

"Um, is it a clown?" Gladys asked in surprise.

"I'm glad you haven't forgotten." Cinderella said, "Now is the best time to complete this commission."

What she was talking about was a commission about "killing clowns" that she had accepted as "Mrs. Duster" when she was inquiring about news in Gotham.

"How does it feel, it will be very difficult?" After going through so much, Gladys didn't have much resistance to this, and she even started to think about the candidate, "Is it Lapezel?"

Rapezel has enough strength, and he is not afraid of being hurt in a place like Gotham.

"Of course not." Cinderella looked at her with that "same dress can't be worn a second time" look.

"It's all inclusive, remember?" she said, "Now that you have experienced the Porcelain Queen, it's time to experience this level of power."

As he said that, the fairy tale book appeared in front of his eyes again, and Cinderella turned to a certain page and gave it to Gladys.

"It's" Gladys saw that story.It's long and long, and the characters to choose from are also very rich.However, if it is the protagonist, it seems that it does not meet the definition that Cinderella just said.

"It's not her." Cinderella squeezed her hand, letting her fingertips touch another person's name.

Gladys flicked his fingers, and immediately raised his head to meet Cinderella's eyes.The other party had a smile on his face, as if he didn't know how much impact he had brought.

"I thought we were messengers of justice anyway." Gladys tilted his head and looked at her suspiciously.

"The word justice is a bit narrow." Cinderella said, "Besides, if you don't try it, how will you know if she is suitable for you?"

"The most important thing is." Cinderella straightened her waist, folded her hands on her chest, and looked serious. "According to Belle's analysis, I'm afraid this character can safely complete the commission."

Infected by her emotions, Gladys looked at the name on his hand again.

Cinderella is adding "This time, you'll have to do it yourself. She won't be working with anyone."

"Is that so?" Gladys looked at the character's name.The other party does what it wants, and it's really not the type to listen to other people's opinions.

"However, I believe that if it is you, you will not be influenced by her, and you will not be lost in the power." Cinderella patted Gladys on the shoulder and encouraged.

"I see." Gladys seemed to have made up his mind, and then, he turned the fairy tale book to the cover of the story and spread it on his lap.

She stretched out her hand to touch it down, and found that the crown inside was cold and sharp, simple in shape, but quite heavy and heavy.

She took out the crown with force.

It was a very simple crown, with traditional pointed corners, simple shape and typical ornamentation made of gold.Apart from a few large rubies, there is no other decoration on the crown.

"Have you decided?" Cinderella asked, "Do you need to take a rest?"

"No, I've had enough rest." Gladys said, lifting the heavy crown and putting it on his head. "I'm ready to go big."

Red light flashed from the crown jewels.There was a crackling sound, and it sounded like the sound of something tough colliding.

The flexible cloth floated down from the air, making a crisp sound when struck.

The arrogant voice sounded "Are you teaching me how to do things Cinderella?"