Chapter 340 Blood Race Rose 18
— Jingle bell, jingle bell.

The sound of the bell became clearer, and the noisy banquet hall gradually returned to silence. Everyone turned their heads, and then they couldn't help being stunned.

I saw a girl in a red dance dress strolling from one side. The source of the sound came from the bell accessories on her wrists and ankles.

She is also the one who speaks to stop the atrocities of the monarch.The smooth long golden hair hangs down her back, her eyes are filled with icy blue moonlight, the girl has delicate eyebrows and a light figure, she is set off by the bright red dance dress all over her body like a red rose in full bloom, walking around The way it came, people finally know what it means to grow lotus every step of the way.

Only the sound of shallow breathing remained in the hall.

Then this rare tranquility was broken by the monarch.

Having seen truly peerless jewels, how can ordinary or even inferior jade be tolerated in the eyes?

The beauty exclaimed "Your Majesty", the monarch rudely pushed the weak and boneless woman in his arms away, ignoring the pitiful appearance of her lying softly on his knees with tears streaming down her face.

The monarch leaned forward from the throne, breathing deeply, and locked his eyes on the girl who walked to the center of the hall: "Are you Isabel?"

Lin Mian nodded: "Exactly."

The elegance of a dancer and the arrogance of an aristocrat in her words and actions made people involuntarily overlook her faux pas for not saluting.

Naturally, no one thought that Lin Mian did it on purpose.

She didn't want to salute an unworthy monarch.

Does he fit too?
The monarch, who didn't know what Lin Mian was thinking at all, had an abnormal blush on his drunken face. He put his hands together and laughed loudly, "Very good!"

Lin Mian and the monarch's question and answer also brought everyone back to their senses. Most of them looked at Lin Mian with a trace of pity in their eyes, probably because they felt pity for the girl who was about to be tortured by the monarch.

But no one wants to stop what might happen.

Because in today's era, no matter how stupid the monarch is, he is still the supreme king. All his words and deeds can be recorded in the annals of history and be evaluated by future generations, but people at this time cannot tolerate resistance and criticism.

After all, the head is of course comfortable to stay on the neck, and no one wants to offend the cruel king because of one person, and then be dragged down and separated.

Lin Mian saw the expressions of the people around her. She didn't put her anger on these people from the beginning, so she was not surprised that although these people pity her, they have nothing to do with her.

It's just that her eyes turned around without a trace, but she paused at a certain place for too long.

Lin Mian was surprised.

She saw a pair of extremely beautiful boys with the same blond hair and ice eyes.

One must be the Fourth Highness she met in the garden this afternoon, and the other beautiful boy wearing a snow-white tuxedo, sitting upright on the seat, watching her gently and politely is... is it 556?
Lin Mian pursed her lips, feeling a little uncertain.

If it was 556, she was even more unsure if he could recognize her.

But whether they recognize it or not, it is inconvenient for them to recognize each other at this time.

Under the watchful eyes of the monarch, she did not forget her mission. She raised one arm above her head, and the thin tulle of the dance dress slipped off, revealing a section of fair and delicate arm skin. With a slight turn, the bell on her wrist rang crisp and sweet, The majestic dance of the gods was staged.

To be honest, Lin Mian is not very good at dancing.

But have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running?
(End of this chapter)

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