Magnificent Years

Chapter 12: Mission Impossible

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In her impression, her mother can be regarded as a first-class beauty. Even in her old age, she can still make people sigh that beauty is aging.

As for Bai Xue, her facial features can be described as exquisite. The typical deep outline of Ou Jianguo coupled with the charming big eyes will make people's hearts flutter.

The two of them are beautiful, but they are not stunning enough to make people lose all their souls at a glance.

However, the woman in front of him can definitely be counted.

Other people's eyes may be as clear and moving as a puddle of clear water, or they may be as charming as a fox demon, with sultry autumn waves. The eyes of the woman in front of you are as cold as ice, but those lavender eyes are like taking away the brilliance of all gems, making you willing to turn into a woman. Be her servant, even if you sacrifice your life.

A few strands of black hair hang down casually and lazily, resting on the jade leaf that cannot be covered by the black gauze. Lu Anru was not only ashamed in front of her, but also felt possessed and tempted, making it impossible to look away.

I believe that as a woman, her reaction is so direct that any man's blood will rush when he sees her.

He held the goblet on the table with the scepter with his slender fingers, swayed the bright red liquid in it, and brought the cup to his lips. Lift your chin, revealing your neck like a white swan.

After taking a sip, the noble and cool witch gracefully placed the cup in place and asked with a sneer: "What an arrogant little girl, was she the one who killed the white horse?"

Lu Anru suddenly woke up, and the clear intention to kill was more calming than pouring cold water on his head.

Force yourself to be calm, don't look at the two lips stained red by the liquid, let alone the seductive purple eyes, lower your head and pretend to be a demented fool.

Bai Xue's respectful reply sounded above her head: "Yes, Queen Mother. Although she is powerful, she is greedy and was poisoned by my poisonous mushroom hallucinogenic poison. I took her while she was confused and brought her here. Give it to the Queen Mother."

"Haha, you did a good job, I will reward you, bring her up and let me see."

The witch laughed darkly, and the terrifying sound echoed repeatedly in the empty hall, making it creepy.

Lu Anru's head ached. She heard Senior Sister B mention that witches have witchcraft that can control people's minds at will. Even though the mission process is forbidden to be revealed, one can guess from the pale face of the senior sister how dangerous her challenge experience was at that time. It is said that she has not yet succeeded.

Bai Xue tremblingly led Lu Anru to the mirror next to the throne, pushing her back to keep her close.

Lu Anru staggered down, and just when she regained her balance, cold hands pinched her cheeks. The fingers, which were colder than popsicles, made her body tremble instinctively.

The other person forced his face up and looked at each other, almost falling into those ghostly purple eyes.

With two silly "Ah" sounds, they looked at each other, and their hearts beat a small drum.

"The little face is so delicate. You caught a good product this time. Go get the peeler. I want to bathe in her flesh and blood tonight."

Long pointed nails traced the outline of Lu Anru's cheek, as if inspecting the goods.

"Yes, Queen Mother." Bai Xue put his hands on her shoulders again, and she felt that her heartbeat from beating the snare drum a second ago had jumped to her throat.

Even though only 30% of the injuries sustained in the training room and punishment room will be retained, about 25% can be healed if you leave in time, but the recovery time is ugly.

And it can only cure about 25%. If there is a scar, she doesn’t want it!

Suddenly I remembered a fatal place. 25% is equal to 7 or 8% or 2 or 3% of the scars that cannot be healed. Could it be that the witch maintains her unparalleled beauty by devouring these

Guessing this, Lu Anru quietly touched the Yincang sword on his waist, preparing to start the ten-minute extreme mode. If he could fight, he could fight, but if he couldn't, he could retreat.

She does not have the habit of appreciating morbid beauty, nor does she have the noble consciousness to be used as fertilizer for others.

When he touched the sword and was held down by someone, a very low warning sounded in his ears: "Don't worry, it's not yet time. If you act rashly now, you will only expose both of us."

Lu Anru pursed her lips tightly, fearing that she would curse if she couldn't help it. She looked wildly and asked: How good are you at moving

"I'll let you know when she lets her guard down."

The pie drawn by the four words "relax your vigilance" is far rounder than the pie drawn by the teachers.

Lu An endured and endured until he watched the skinning machine being dragged by six rat spirits.

Dragging it in front of the two of them, the rat spirits narrowed their eyes and showed ugly evil smiles. They gestured at Bai Xue with their gray front paws, signaling for Lu Anru to put it in.

The skinning machine is similar to the torture instrument developed by Ou Jianguo in the middle ages of the last era, the Iron Chunv.

The details are slightly different. The iron thorns and hooks inside are replaced by slightly curled thin blades, which is probably more convenient for peeling.

Her fair little face suddenly turned livid. He gently pressed the hand that grabbed her waist and asked with body language: Can the fight begin

After waiting for a few seconds, there was no response. Instead, Bai Xue increased his strength and silently pushed the peeler towards her.

He hurriedly cast away a few glances, but still in vain. Bai Xue's eyes were hollow, more like a marionette than before when he lost his spiritual consciousness.

There was an unpleasant feeling that made Lu Anru feel uncomfortable all over, wondering if he would encounter Mission Impossible

Baima is responsible for pretending to be a good guy and bewitching those who are out of the game. If it fails, it is Bai Xue who uses bitter tricks to gain sympathy. In fact, they are people of the same country and have the same unified purpose towards the outside world.

However, Bai Xue's heartfelt protection for the children and dwarves does not seem to be fake.

Stepping on the white snow, hoping to attract the other person's attention.

As a result, Bai Xue calmly moved away the stepped foot, straightened Lu Anru's body, and continued to escort him forward.

Seeing the roll-shaped knife surface close at hand, Lu Anru could even smell the fishy smell on it. He must have never washed it after use.

Suppressing the feeling of vomiting, with the last chance of luck, he lowered his voice and said: "Your Highness, please don't disturb me at this critical moment."

"Haha, as expected, any innocent girl is sweet enough. She won't answer you. She is deeply under my spell. Do you think that just by killing the white horse once, you can completely break it?"

The cold and biting voice made Lu An's heart skip a beat and he raised his head in shock.

The immortal and the witch were face to face and eye to eye, and for the first time they could 'appreciate' each other's appearance up close.

The first reaction that comes to my mind is still an uncontrollable sigh, so beautiful!

Fortunately, standing in front of the disgusting peeling, the pungent smell brought her back to reason in time.

No more hesitation, start the ten-minute limit.

He grabbed Bai Xue's arm, pulled her over and threw her to the ground, and kicked down the source of the odor in front of her.

He drew out the Yincang Sword, turned around and pointed it at the witch, scolding: "I advise you to learn from Baima and be smarter."

The whole set of threatening words stopped abruptly, and there was no figure of the witch in the empty front.

Looking around in panic, not to mention the figure of the witch, the luxurious hall disappeared at the same time.

She stood alone in the iron cell, with black sewage covering her ankles and a familiar smell, which was the smell of the skinning machine.

"Bewitched?"

Lu Anru frowned and asked herself, recalling that she had been careful just now and tried to avoid the opportunity for the other party to cast spells.

(End of chapter)