Chapter 149 - Ming Yue Pavilion (XII)

After the two paper men showed their bets separately.

 

Mrs A turned to Xiao Lan's side again, "B Sister Xiao, why don't we just start, you're the younger sister, how about you go first?"

 

B Sister Xiao played with the paper flowers decorating the table, "How can I, as a sister, be the one to take the lead in front of my sister? Why don't you go first, Mrs. A?"

 

Those who strike later can observe what is happening in front of them to adjust their response.

 

In this way, the one who starts will, of course, suffer a little.

 

The two paperweights who one second were calling each other good sisters are now once again going toe-to-toe.

 

Naturally, Mrs A doesn't want her plastic best friend to take advantage of her.

 

But B Sister Xiao is no slouch and is certainly not willing to let Mrs A get the benefit of the doubt.

 

After a while, B Sister Xiao suddenly reached out her hand and pointed at the open space in front of her.

 

As she moves, a Little Xiao table once again appears in the clearing, on which a finely crafted dice is being placed.

 

B Sister Xiao smiled and said, "Tell you what, let's throw the dice to decide what to do, we're good sisters, let's not keep humbling each other like this."

 

Mrs. A thought about it and nodded in agreement, "It's better for sister to think about it."

 

B Sister Xiao smiled, "I'll go first then."

 

With that she reached out and tapped the tabletop.

 

As if propelled by an invisible force, the dice flew in place and then slowly landed in the sight of the three men and stopped spinning, appearing with the number of points - 2.

 

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Mrs A hid her lips and gave a soft laugh, "Hehe, sister is so considerate, sister is really not as good as you."

 

B Sister Xiao's paper hand clenched the corner of her coat and her laugh gritted her teeth a little, "Oh, then I'll wish you luck from my side first, sister."

 

Mrs. A. also clicked her desk.

 

Similarly, the dice moved and finally stopped at - 1.

 

The corners of Mrs A's raised mouth instantly fell.

 

B Sister Xiao smiled sweetly: "It seems that you are more considerate, my sister should learn more from you."

 

Mrs A is not very keen to talk to this Bitchi.

 

B Sister Xiao added fuel to the fire by urging, "Sister, let me see what you can do, after all, you are older and must have more knowledge~"

 

She also deliberately added the words "older", clearly not wanting to miss any opportunity to upset her opponent.

 

Mrs A's paper face was going black.

 

She reached up and smoothed her hair, struggling to find some sense.

 

When Mrs. A. spoke again, her voice had regained its previous crispness and pleasantness, "Well, well, just so you know, who made you my good sister."

 

After these words were uttered, a huge paper hourglass appeared behind the two paper figures, and the sand drawn on the paper surface was slowly falling.

 

Mrs. A: "That happened on my estate. My personal maid climbed into my husband's bed while I was out having fun."

 

"Originally they would have been fine for a bit of fun, but this greedy woman tried to convince my husband to marry her. She doesn't even look at her origins, it's a mercy from me that a pariah like her is able to work at the estate, and she has the audacity to try to take my place."

 

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B Sister Xiao intones, "Geez, what an ungrateful guy."

 

Mrs A sneered, "Humph, so I found a beautiful moonlit night and invited her into the garden ......"

 

As her words fell, Xiao Lan's surroundings began to change.

 

A bush made of paper appeared on the floor of the paper stage, the pattern of the floor shifted to that of a meadow, the bright lights became dim and the colours changed to moonlight-like cold colours.

 

Even the music, from its original lightness, has become depressingly secretive.

 

"I made her sit in a gorgeous seat she could never sit in in her life and she was overjoyed ......"

 

A set of paper tables and chairs appeared in front of Xiao Lan.

 

Painted in the Luo Coco style, the delicate floral pattern with its soft lines and light pastel shades looks like a work of art.

 

"Then she was served a cup of black tea that she was never entitled to taste ......"

 

A beautifully shaped, delicate and lustrous white porcelain cup appears on the table.

 

Unlike the other things around it, this cup is real.

 

The black tea inside the cup is the colour of amber, the tea is still hot and is emitting a rich aroma.

 

"She realised something was wrong, she cried, begged for forgiveness, wanted my forgiveness and swore she would never do it again."

 

"Unfortunately it's too late."

 

"The blood she spat out stained my garden, her undignified struggles messed up my lawn, her piercing wails disturbed my sleeping kittens ......"

 

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Blood stains appeared on the table and on the floor as Mrs. A. spoke, as if recreating the scene of the poisoning of the maid that day.

 

"One always has to pay for one's obsessions, doesn't one?" Mrs A concluded.

 

"That's right." B Sister Xiao chimed in.

 

At the end of this conversation, the movement of the two paper figures is suspended.

 

The music still echoed in the air, but there were no more changes around.

 

Xiao Lan looked at the two immobile paper figures and surveyed his surroundings.

 

The entire stage is now presented with the scene from the night of the poisoned maid, and the paper figure symbolising the maid does not appear in it.

 

The only other person on stage was Xiao Lan.

 

That means it's him who plays the maid.

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

I never thought I would have the chance to be a maid in my life.

 

The maid was supposed to drink the cup of tea according to the plot that Mrs. A had described.

 

But ...... this is clearly a case of whoever drinks will go to heaven and be shoulder to shoulder with the sun!

 

No one in their right mind should choose to drink it.

 

The hourglass is the only thing that continues to go down around us, as if it were a silent announcement.

 

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If Xiao Lan hadn't drunk the cup of tea by the end of the hourglass timer, something might have happened that he didn't quite want to see.

 

Xiao Lan walks around the stage.

 

As before, he was still unable to leave the area.

 

And, there were no hidden props or organs on the stage for him to dodge.

 

The only item here that is not paper is just this cup of black tea that is spiked and not priced, comparable to Dichlorvos.

 

It seems that the only option left now is to drink the cup of black tea.

 

If you don't drink it, the whole plot won't progress.

 

Xiao Lan walked back to the table and couldn't pretend to drink such a full glass.

 

Moreover, he didn't think that pretending to drink would hide him from the apparently supernatural circumstances at hand.

 

Xiao Lan glanced at the hourglass, which in that short space of time was down to a fifth.

 

He thought quickly.

 

He has no antidote to the poison, no anti-poison physique, and no healing ability, and the cheating little assistant is still not around ......

 

Thinking about all the props I own, there doesn't seem to be one that goes well with this situation either.

 

It was miserable.

 

Fortunately, he still has poverty.

 

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Xiao Lan has switched on the skill.

 

[Title: Poverty Can't Limit My Imagination]

 

[Ability: Toxicity Nullification]

 

There is no longer a countdown for Xiao Lan's skill.

 

But the consumption of 10 million poverty values a minute gives him the luxury of throwing a lot of money around.

 

When he was previously poisoned by the brain flower man's sneak attack, he didn't even bother to open his skills because the toxicity was not fatal.

 

Time for poverty is precious.

 

Xiao Lan no longer hesitated and grabbed the cup of tea directly in front of him.

 

Tons and tons and tons of smothering in one gulp.

 

The black tea carries a burning, tingling sensation when it first enters the mouth, but in a flash the toxicity has been counteracted by the skill.

 

It turns out to be a plain black tea taste.

 

Just drink too fast to taste, feel a little loss ......

 

Xiao Lan, who had finished his tea, casually put his cup back on the table and hurriedly switched off his skills.

 

At this point, the hourglass recovers.

 

The scene on the stage changes, the garden disappears and it is back to the way it was before.

 

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The music also returns to the same song as before.

 

The two paper figures moved again.

 

Looking at Xiao Lan who was still alive and kicking, B Sister Xiao laughed lightheartedly, "Sorry Sister, but poisoning is really out of fashion, are you telling me a joke, hahahahaha!!!"

 

Mrs. A's face was grim as she waved her hand and knocked away the paper teacups on the table.

 

B Sister Xiao finally had enough of laughing: "Why don't you come and see mine, sister?"

 

Mrs A suppressed her anger and squeezed out a smile, "I am looking forward to my sister's tactics."

 

B Sister Xiao turned in the direction of the stage: "That's a bold suitor ......"

 

"He and I had only met once or twice, we hadn't even spoken twice, let alone had any kind of friendship. Yet he stubbornly thought I should marry him and came straight to me out of the blue to propose."

 

"I refused such an unreasonable request on the spot, of course. But he was infuriated by this and said I was a vain woman who was just looking down on him for not having any money or status, and even threatened to disfigure and kill me."

 

Mrs A marvelled, "My God, how did this happen."

 

B Sister Xiao touched her chest, "Yeah, so I'll just have to be forced to defend myself."

 

"I invited him to come to my room alone late at night ......"

 

With the words of B Sister Xiao, the stage changed once again.

 

The colourful floor is transformed into a floral carpet pattern and the set is replaced by a Luo Coco style room with fine wallpaper.

 

Sofas, beds and seats made of paper rise up from the ground.

 

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In a flash, this is the boudoir of an aristocratic woman.

 

"He was ecstatic and did come on time for his appointment. But what he didn't expect was what greeted him the moment he opened the door - steel needles falling from the sky."

 

Just as B Sister Xiao's words fall, the music in the scene becomes intense.

 

At the same time, millions of steel needles flew down directly from Xiao Lan's head.

 

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These steel needles are all arm's length and several times thicker than the usual sewing needles.

 

If you get stabbed, the consequences are self-explanatory.

 

Xiao Lan quickly dodges towards the side.

 

"Boom..."

 

The steel needles rained down on the spot where he had previously stood in battle, smashing right through the hard floor.

 

But the attack didn't end there.

 

The steel needles seemed to lock onto Xiao Lan, falling towards him one after another.

 

The scene around you is paper thin and there isn't much to hide behind.

 

To make matters worse, there were fewer and fewer places to dodge because of the steel pins that had broken the ground earlier.

 

Xiao Lan weaves in and out of the rain of steel needles, watching out for holes in the ground and occasionally wielding his [Bone of Dalet] to block.

 

He glanced towards the gap where the ground had been smashed out.

 

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With nothing but deep, darkness in sight, it was clear that an accidental fall might not be a pleasant experience.

 

After dodging several sets of attacks, the rain of steel needles finally stopped.

 

Before Xiao Lan could breathe a sigh of relief, B Sister Xiao's words rang out again.

 

"After he came back from the dead from the steel needles, then the hair-thin thread strangled his throat ......"

 

"Whoosh" sounded across the stage.

 

The sound came from all sides, presenting a siege to Xiao Lan.

 

It seemed that there was no way out for him.

 

Xiao Lan made a quick decision and switched [Bones of Dalet] to Blade form.

 

He dodged to one side while wielding his bone blade to cut the silk threads coming towards him.

 

These threads look soft, but are actually incredibly sharp.

 

Xiao Lan clearly saw that the piece of paper furniture through which the thread had been passed was instantly cut in half.

 

The cut is extremely flat and cuts out better than a knife blade.

 

If you get wrapped up, I'm afraid it's not as simple a picture as strangling your throat; cutting it into parts is the right answer.

 

B Sister Xiao, your description is really too euphemistic.

 

The silk threads are still coming fast towards Xiao Lan.

 

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The pale bone blades danced in streaks, deflecting their attacks one by one.

 

Only a few missed threads still cut Xiao Lan's cheek and arm, leaving a trail of blood on his body.

 

Fortunately, the injuries were only superficial and not serious.

 

Soon there was nothing left intact on the stage.

 

After wielding his sword to cut the last strands of silk coming towards him, the tattered stage returned to peace.

 

Xiao Lan is not afraid to take things lightly.

 

"Entangled in the silk thread he was so desperate that he stared at me angrily and tried to accuse and curse, but unfortunately he could no longer speak."

 

"In the end, I sent him off into eternal darkness ......"

 

When he heard the words "eternal darkness", Xiao Lan felt something was wrong.

 

Sure enough, in the next instant he felt a hollow beneath his feet.

 

The entire floor of the stage surprisingly caved in at this point, with furniture made of paper and debris from the previous fight all falling towards the bottom.

 

Below, a darkness as deep as the bottomless abyss.

 

In the nick of time, Xiao Lan throws out the [Bone of Dalet], which has switched to whip form in advance.

 

The bone whip was cleverly wrapped around the set at the back of the stage, preventing Xiao Lan from falling into the abyss.

 

Xiao Lan is suspended in mid-air, with darkness beneath her feet and the debris falling incessantly.

 

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And so it went for a while.

 

The hourglass of timing came to an end and resumed its original state once again.

 

As the hourglass is restored, the stage is gradually restored and that colourful circus-style stage reappears.

 

But Xiao Lan is still the only actor on stage.

 

and is still alive and well.

 

Mrs. A., who was watching, fished out a paper folding fan from somewhere.

 

She finally seized the opportunity to hit back at the plastic sisters and shook her fan mercilessly and laughed, "Hahahaha, sister, so you're such an unimaginative woman! Gee what a relief, sister I'm really worried that no one will marry you in the future~"

 

B Sister Xiao was so angry that she slapped the table so hard that the table made of paper shook.

 

Xiao Lan has figured out that neither Mrs. A nor B Sister Xiao, nor anyone else in their story, is a good person, only this pair of plastic sisters is particularly ruthless.

 

No wonder they are BFFs, it's probably just a case of things coming together.

 

Mrs. A. gloated, "Unfortunately, we're tied this time, so my sister won't be able to give you the gift she prepared for you."

 

B Sister Xiao quickly adjusted back to fighting form, her smile unchanged, "What's the rush sister, I want to give my gift to my sister too, why don't we play one more game?"

 

Mrs A: "What does my sister mean?"

 

B Sister Xiao: "Play until you get a result."

 

Two smiling paper faces turned to Xiao Lan.

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

Damn, you guys are tough.

 

Do non-Emirati mass actors have no human rights?

 

At this point, Mrs. A. broke the ice and asked Xiao Lan, "Let's start a new game, shall we?"

 

Xiao Lan said he did not want to talk.

 

After a while.

 

B Sister Xiao also asked, "Let's start a new game, shall we?"

 

Xiao Lan now frowned slightly.

 

He glanced at the hourglass behind the two paper figures, which for once did not start the clock.

 

The two paper figures were looking at him as if waiting for his answer.

 

Xiao Lan suddenly understands.

 

In this round, one's opinion seems to be crucial.

 

The two paper men can't open the game without his permission!

 

Xiao Lan lowered her eyes to hide the brightness in them.

 

Mrs A asked for the third time, "Please, can we start a new game?"

 

Some impatience had risen in his tone.

 

Xiao Lan, however, sat down in place with a lazy posture, "Not funny."

 

Mrs A stood up and the glass barrier around the stage felt like it didn't exist to her.

 

She walked to the side of the stage and asked, "Why isn't it fun anymore, don't you want to know which one of us is better"

 

Xiao Lan really wants to say, who the hell wants to know about this kind of thing! Watching Tie Hanhan chew on the vegetable patch is more interesting than you two tearing each other apart, right?

 

But it was felt that directly provoking the other side would lead to some unpredictable variation.

 

Xiao Lan lifted his head and looked at the two paper figures with little interest, "What you are playing is not exciting enough, I have something more fun here, do you want to play with me? But I also want to participate in your bets."

 

Mrs A was not pleased: "Who are you to be with us?"

 

B Sister Xiao also approached, but expressed interest as much as she did against Mrs A: "What? Tell me about it."

 

Xiao Lan smiled, knowing they would be on two different sides of the fence.

 

No matter who is for or against, he will have the opportunity to make suggestions.

 

This way, he can take the opportunity to get involved in the game and even try to get their bets.

 

Xiao Lan took out the props he had acquired earlier: "How about something more exciting than Russian Roulette?"

 

[Name: Plastic Dragon Slayer].

 

[Ability: Inflicts one instant death damage judgment on the target, probability 50% (available 3/3 times)]

 

[Description: A cut of 99999, you have never experienced a new version of the ship, but the cost is limited to make the most of plastic, please bear with me]

 

B Sister Xiao hesitated: "...... this, isn't that playing a bit big?"

 

Mrs A also hesitated a little and did not speak.

 

Xiao Lan used the [Greening Spray] on the sly.

 

[Name: Turning Green Spray].

 

[Ability: Create suspicion between collaborators, duration 2 minutes]

 

[Description: Wife I'm back ...... here ...... what are you guys doing?!

 

By this time the two paper figures were very close to Xiao Lan.

 

Although he could not leave the stage and the spray might not be fully effective, the effect of the spray should be able to affect them only.

 

Then he said with an indifferent look on his face, "I've always played that big, what's the point of a normal game, it's too boring old-time-too-just to play."

 

The word "old lady" is also deliberately emphasized, capturing the essence of the hidden edge in the words.

 

Mrs A turned her head to look at B Sister Xiao for a moment and immediately changed her attitude: "Oh, sister is not afraid, is she? I am very eager to play, sister. Of course, it's better to be quick, I still have the salon to waste, unlike some people who are so idle."

 

B Sister Xiao also changed her tune instantly, "Oh, of course I want to play, but I'm afraid my sister won't dare. Let's get started as soon as possible, I've got a lot of Sister Xiao girls to party with and my time is not as cheap as some."

 

The smell of gunpowder between the two paper men instantly thickened.

 

For this plastic sisterhood, even just a little [turning green spray] seems to work extraordinarily well.

 

What a windfall.

 

Xiao Lan's mouth quirks up when she sees the two flakes agree to play.

 

He had noticed from the time the two of them had rolled the dice earlier -

 

These are also two non-coms.

 

Now, it was a war between three non

 

And he has the freshly minted [Kryptonite?] to increase the luck value.

 

How can a nonce who can kryptonite be considered a nonce?

 

The author has something to say.

 

1. Russian Roulette - Place one or more bullets in the six slots of the revolver and, after spinning the wheel at will, close it. The game participants take turns to put the pistol to their heads and pull the trigger; those who are shot are of course automatically out, and those who are timid are also losers; those who persevere to the end are the winners. (from Baidu)

 

2. The number of uses of the [Plastic Dragon Slayer] in the previous article has been changed to 3.

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