Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

At the end of the corridor, the light fires stunned and looked at the witch Jane: "... Yo, we found the little witch. ”

Witch Jane was talking about Vera: "Brother Ping! There's a clue--”

Outside the window.

Caesar looked around and said, "How did I hear the grandson screaming for a light fire?" ”

A few seconds later, Caesar stood suddenly by the big hole and said, "You hear me? The slut still has a clue! ”

"What? What do I have?”

Footsteps came from outside the palace gate, Caesar stretched his head, oops, a machete instantly arrived. Follow the thin fire and the momentum soars: “Hand it over! ”

"You idiot, don't chase a little witch and beat me?" ”

Caesar said, "You have the clue. Why am I chasing a little witch?” Long knife chopped: “Grandpa, this is your stupid grandson! ”

Behind her, Witch Jane pulled Vera back: “Stuck in the corner and go back to the incense room. ”

The thin fire spreading was slightly worse than Caesar's. Ning Fengbei had to help the thin fire spreading, but the tiny dye was a moment of reflection and did not hesitate to chase towards the witch.

The fragrance room door is close by.

Vera pulled away and suddenly heard the wind behind her...

Witch Jane straightened Vera's shoulder: “You go in there and find it.” Then hold the knife and guard the door.

Just catching up with the little dye.

Little dyed smile: “I'm offended. ”

The knight's sword was drawn out in vain, and the female athlete was slashed, and the witch clan took the knife to battle--

The little dye snorted and blocked Jane's knife. The Witchcraft Blade turns sharply, moving from drag to dot, pulling away the distance from the other sword blade. Switch from stabbing to attacking each other's wrists.

Dozens of kilometers away, Clawson Show Live Studio.

Blood pigeons have fun at first glance.

Pick eyebrows at Xiangxiang.

Blood pigeon: “The gentlest way to fight. ”

The sunset shines on the Grand Trianese Palace, and pink marble casts a light shadow on one side. The blade flipped after the tiny stain stuck into a stone column filled with irises. The teenager took a step backwards and kicked open the side door of a fragrance room.

The tiny stain has no accidental shape and the blade is uncontrolled into the side perfume display frame.

Countless scents rush out--

Sandalwood, cedar are the most basic wooden notes, mixed with cardamom, from bitter to heavy. Little dyeing asthma, Witch Jane's hands pressed the knife handle, her pupils did not waver in the dim fragrance room, like a sorghum pressed against the floating wind.

The blade splits the old wood and forces out the tiny stains that hide in the display rack.

The second row of wooden shelves collapsed, with orange blossoms, aldehyde and fat powder. Soap and fatty aldehyde are the most peculiar perfume ingredients, like the Elvish Girl. Initially hidden in orange blossoms, it can even resemble hawthorn and violet notes, but at its most unexpected, it reveals its original appearance, intense and even pungent soap--

Xiao Dye reappeared with her sword, this time without reservation, to maximize her signature quirky figure.

The female athlete always sees her at speed, and the witch Jane is a little slower than she is, but more stable.

The third row of wooden shelves was affected by the war.

The quicker the little dyed sword sharp, the finer the sword light is like infinite water.

Cool green grass and mint spices spilled, but soon overflowed with soap, soap and fatty aldehyde finally prevailed in the disordered, chaotic fragrance. A tiny stain of soap grabbed Witch Jane's blossom and stabbed a sword at the teenager's neck--

A whisper.

Small stain stunned open mouth.

The knight's sword should fall. The knife handle hits the girl's elbow directly, then the witch Jane squeezes into the narrow wall gap and raises her hand to precisely control the tiny stain that tries to escape.

Cedar and sandalwood finally suppressed the soap.

The light in the eyes of the teenager was bright, the left hand muscles holding the knife handle tight and smooth, the battle suit zipper impregnated with wood spice was half-opened, and the small stained sword was grabbed without mercy.

The little dye sucked his nose, slightly red behind his ear, and looked straight at the witch Jane: “Hey, I think I'm losing, can you...”

The door was squeaked open.

Vera opens her mouth and says, "Got it! Toffana Immortal! ”

White roses hold two or three books together in two bottles of perfume, with no trace, and their eyes tinkle with tiny stains.

Small dye: "…”

Witch Jane was surprised when she stood up, carrying her newly collected sword to gather in Vera. Behind you, the thin fire has caught up with Ning Fengbei...

Vera grabbed Jane: "Run! ”

Witch Jane: “Wait a minute. ”

The blade is pushed across and the remaining six rows of fragrance wooden frames collapse. Rose, jasmine and rum blend spicy to disgusting intense notes in winter. The whole fragrance room was so noisy that it seemed to suffocate only once the wings moved.

Witch Jane no longer delays: “Let's go. ”

The spices that contaminated the body in the fight were finally masked by the fragrance that broke into pieces.

Sunset West Slope.

The two were hidden in the Versailles farms, and the Farmers of Greater Trinity could still be seen searching in the distance.

“We're not even close to clearing the props.” Night came, Vera frowned.

“Caesar, light fire. They're all in there. We'll dig when someone leaves.” Witch Jane comforts: “There is still an hour of prom, they will definitely withdraw. ”

Next to the farm, books run from the perfumer to the clue page.

“Toffana Immortal, a perfume with no smell, occasionally makes whitening lotion when it's sold - but nobody really photographs it on their face.” Vera read softly: "Tofana Immortal Solution originated in Italy and consists of minerals from the volcano, containing arsenic acid, toxic and lethal. In 17th century Italy, a woman who suffered from her husband's bullying bought Tofana Immortal Solution from a witch to murder her husband with chronic poison...”

“They are also used by women to ‘execute’ ambitious men. ”

Vera exclaimed: "Lady Montelipan, in order to be loved by Louis XIV, sacrificed to the devil, and finally dragged him to hell. ”

Two bottles of perfume, one to execute Louis XIV and one to execute herself.

“Poisoning incident -” Vera looks at the last line of information:

“A noble woman in a palace is permanently expelled and may not return to the Palais Versailles for life. ”

The night finally covered Versailles and the candlelight gradually lit up.

“There's still half an hour of prom.” Vera finally started to get nervous.

Witch Jane looked quietly at the distant Grand Trianon and suddenly reached out: “Give me the Tofana Immortal. ”

Vera: “You--”

Witch Jane tells Vera to relax: "Go to the prom first. ”

Witch Jane smiled when she saw Vera arguing again. “Don't worry. Worst case scenario, if I don't get my card before the prom starts, I'll fold back and meet you in and rub Le Muwana's ID card in. ”

“If I hadn't come back five minutes before the prom--”

“It's only possible to get a Monterey Panca. The significance of the ball is unclear, and we have to split up one person to go ahead and probe. ”

Vera's lips moved, eventually giving Witch Jane a hug and the two quickly splitting supplies.

“Just do your best, don't push.” Vera said.

In the distance of the Grand Trianese Palace, Caesar finally gave up his search and ran with the dye towards the Versailles Palace. Five minutes later, a thin fire spreads.

Witch Jane blurred her gaze in the night, but remembered the road so well that she quickly touched back to Grand Trianon.

The dark candlelight lit up.

Witch Jane quickly picked up the shovel and dug it up against the previous big hole.

19 minutes before the prom.

The tragic white 4D projection suddenly emerged, made a black Mass sacrifice, orbital blood baby through the thick night, pupils black resentment. Even the out-of-the-field bomb screen--

Witch Jane opened her eyes and only saw a mosaic floating around for half a day.

“Witch's got a lot of nerve.” Sigh and admire Xiangxiang.

17 minutes before the prom.

The shovel finally flipped out the hardware and the witch quickly approached the candlelight study.

Meanwhile, inside the Versailles Palace.

Vera has changed into a painter's robe and looks down at the rule--

Current survival 289/350. The game is about to accelerate, with card holders choosing a pair of dance partners based on their identity priorities as their next round of partners.

The mirror hall, which is the court dance floor, is not yet open, and the noise is instant outside the door. At this time, many players were still being dragged by the show crew to change their clothes, leaving seven mouths behind.

“Blue card first? Then it's green card--”

“Wait, what if there's a purple card? Pick someone before everyone else? ”

“Hey, man, who's your card? Is it noble? I look like a guard...”

Grand Trianese Palace.

The hardware that was dug out finally revealed its full face. A small, sophisticated crystal chalice with a blank card folded in the cup. Without a note prompt or even a password turntable with letters in it, Witchcraft studied it a long time ago to see a small line engraved at the bottom of the cup.

Louis gave it to Mrs. Montelipan.

There is a small tipping mark on the cup.

Sorceress was suddenly awake and quickly poured two bottles of Toffana Immortal Solution--

The card is soaked with chemicals and the outermost cover fades away, finally revealing complex lines on the face of the card.

A line of small words appears.

Person Mrs. Car-Montripan (1640-1707).

Get the cards.

Witch Jane quickly twisted the character card and threw away all the weight and ran towards the Versailles Palace. There is also an unknown liquid on the deck, with a strong apple vinegar odor.

Witch Jane relieved herself.

Whatever the Prop Toffana Immortal in the show group is, it won't be arsenic acid--

2 minutes before prom.

The loud orchestra rang from the Versailles hall, where invisible ghosts handed champagne to distant guests. All the instruments in the pool seemed to be played by transparent hands, so it was weird to look at them.

Witch Jane was so angry that she finally arrived from the Grand Trianese Palace that she was not tired of climbing into the gates of the Versailles Palace.

Suddenly stopped by law enforcement robots.

30 seconds before prom.

All the lights in the hall are lit. The 483 lenses reflect the beads and the dance floor is luxurious and bright as day. A French meal was served by an invisible hand and the hungry player looked almost straight at it.

Players by the dance floor dress differently at this time, and can only rarely distinguish between court guards, bards, ladies and scholars. Chu Chu swallowed a small cake before the prom even started, then gracefully organized the skirt support.

“I want Lady Montelipan's little dress...” Chuchu lamented: “Princess Annie's dress handle is not good...”

The guard was indifferent.

Chu Chu ate too fast and hit a hiccup: “I knew we would take the Montreal Pan card... Woo Woo Woo I'm sure Vera has it now. She'll look better than me... I just picked out six skirts and they were all taken away by the show team...”

Chu Chu suddenly took a meal and stared at the door.

Vera was anxious to come through the side door, clearly wearing the long shirt of the palace painter.

The prom is about to begin.

“... Vera is a court painter costume? They didn't get Montreal Pan's card?” Chu Chuxiao: “Wait, how come there's no witch? Sister Vera is in such a hurry, don't you think she doesn't know where the little witch is...”

Athletes have made every effort to enter.

Outside the door.

Witch Jane, who is desperately slamming the door, was stopped by two law enforcement robots and struggled with her life: “This doesn't make sense! No way! Can I go in there and exchange cards with my teammates--”

Without mercy, the law enforcement robot set up Witch Jane and threw her into the hallway compartment.

Then scan the code against Witch Jane's entry card: "Madame Montelipan, the card has been verified. Props issued, please equip the player with props. ”

A large cloth bag was thrown on the floor and a corner was scattered, with gorgeous and cumbersome shirts, long skirts, skirt skirts, wigs spreading apart.

“...” Witch Jane made a big alarm in her heart and turned around and ran out the door--

A dozen cameras brushed all over him.

On the left hand side, the watch drips: “Witchcraft No. 300012, negative game warning for the first time, warning for the first time. ”

Witch Jane went crazy: "No, no! I can't wear it yet...”

Hall dance floor.

Slow warm-up strings turn into small steps, and the violin is light and expensive. The guardian's eyebrows twisted slightly, and the whole dance hall was gone.

Ming Yao, who is not far away from pulling the gang and counting Witchcraft's “forgery of clues” charges, is also happy: “Oh my God... will the Witch not be eliminated? ”

At this moment, the dance floor door suddenly opened.

The champagne-colored skirt is trembling and woven upwards with an overlapping and cumbersome dark red embroidered dress. Skirts are stacked in curved curved curtains, high on a pendant skirt. Up there is a slim waist, soft, curly blonde--

Witch Jane had no love in her face.

In the lobby, the only thing left is a gentle voice.

All players down.

Finish all = w =! Yay!

Thank you, Beatrice. Thank you, little angel, for every comment, for your encouragement and courage.

Tomorrow may be a full day off, pressing F5 on yourself for nothing will turn into a brand new white!