Chapter 271: Teacup band

Chapter 271 Tea Cup
Looking back, in the corner of the castle hall, the teenager who built this illusion was still braving the white fog, and the white mist rolled over him, only to see his blood-stained feet faintly. As the white fog continued to expand, even his feet were completely shrouded.
"This illusion is not bad. According to the age of this little brother, this hall looks really real." At this time, Lydia's voice came from the rear.
Everyone turned their heads and found that Lydia appeared directly in front of a gorgeous round table, and she was sitting in a chair elegantly with her robes.
Lydia is a woman with a very beautiful appearance. She is wearing a red robes and her pink hair is rolled up. Sitting at the gorgeous round table, it blends with the luxuries of the illusion.
Lydia also saw them when others saw Lydia.
Lydia frowned. "Oh, even if it is a fantasy, I should be in the box. Can't they see me?"
At this time, Lydia turned to look at the other side, and found a white-haired old wizard standing under a mural and leisurely watching the figures in the murals.
This white-haired old wizard Lidia knew that she was a veteran wizard in the box next to her. The other party seems to have seen Lydia, turning her head and smiling at her, and it was a face-to-face.
According to the design of the gold card VIP, she is not able to see other gold card boxes, but in this illusion, the "wall" between the boxes seems to be transparent?
"Interesting." Lydia's mouth smacked a sly smile.
Lydia looked at the round table and looked at the chair under her. It was not the original box. She was originally sitting on a long sofa. Now she is still sitting, but the sofa is gone.
She also discovered that some wizards and apprentices in the field were swaying in the middle of the field. The stools under their were inexplicable when the illusion was generated... disappeared?
"Is this a special fantasy?" Lydia once fought a magical wizard. The other is a master who uses illusion. If the illusion is true, even if you have a wand in your hand, he also Can turn the wand into a viper. Even if you know that this is a fantasy, the snake can really hurt you and even poison you. This is the magical point of the wizard-level fantasy.
Can an apprentice in a district create such a fantasy?
Lydia stood up, with a hint of temptation, slowly walked towards an apprentice who had been in the field.
It stands to reason that she is in the three-tiered gold card box, the other party is sitting on the first floor, and wants to have at least the wall of the box, and then cross the height of the three floors to reach the other party. But Lydia took a few steps and found that she came to the apprentice.
"Is this really a fantasy?" Lydia's heart raised doubts.
This question is almost a question of people at the venue. Make sure this is a fantasy, not another space?
......
At this time, David and Promi also fell in the beautiful hall, David did not figure out why the stairs disappeared, the height difference disappeared, and rushed to the direction of Anger.
"Angel!" David also knows about Angel's situation, so he is not reckless, but when he is attracted to everyone by this strange fantasy, he quietly approaches Angel.
The range of white fog in Angel's body continued to expand, so when David quietly walked into the white mist from one side, under the gaze of the line, others even ignored him.
David climbed to the side of Anger and wanted to touch him, but he heard Anger’s panting and panting: "Davi! Don't touch me..."
"Angel, are you still okay?" David said with a sense of disappointment: "What should I do now? Can you escape from the illusion?"
The state of Anger at this time is extremely weird. He saw the place and saw the creatures that once brought him a sense of horror. He had a hunch that he must not be alarmed, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable.
So when David approached, he whispered.
"Don't care for me, take the Toby away now, let Master Promi save it." Anger gasped: "You tell him, if I survive this time, I will help him to restrain the undead. The weapon, I can draw the demise of the prelude to the magical energy array... but ask him to save Toby, and must not let Toby have something."
David was pale, but he still listened to Angel's words, holding Toby on the side of the palm of his hand carefully, then he turned back and asked in a trembling voice: "What about you?"
"Don't worry about me, I have a way."
David finally left quietly in the roar of Angel.
After David left, Angel just smiled: the solution? What can he do? He is still taking care of himself now.
David put Toby in his inner bag, carefully walked out of the white mist, and then sneaked toward Prometheus.
Others may not have noticed him because of the illusion, but the dawn is discovered. It’s just that she didn’t do it. She looked at Dawei faintly and then turned her eyes into the white mist.
The illusion that this teenager built up made her feel a little confused. Is this really a fantasy?
Twilight had a little regret, and she looked at the other side to build a fantasy without stopping, just because she was joking and wanted to see how ridiculous it was for a first-level apprentice. However, although this card has not yet shown its effect, she has already raised some uneasiness in her heart.
At this time, Twilight heard a snoring from a distance, she turned and looked.
But see a barefoot girl floating in the air, the sullen face fluttering in her direction.
This person is no stranger to the dawn, it is the Flora who has the title of blood witch, and is also the gold card VIP of this auction, sitting in the box No. 35.
However, today's Flora looks a bit strange.
Not to say her expression, not to say that she is wearing, but there seems to be one behind Fu Laola... Climbing her?
When I looked at it, I saw a shadow, but the shadow was hidden, making it difficult for her to confirm.
"Fullola, when did you have this strange hobby?" Lydia suddenly stopped in front of Flora, a flaming Linda robes, and the dark purple doll skirt of Froula formed a color Strong contrast.
"Weird hobbies? You mean, I like to kill people after drinking blood, or corpse after murder? Right, my favorite thing to kill is a woman in red." Fu Laola smiled neatly.
Lydia tilted her lips: "The hobby I said is, when do you like to carry your clothes on the street?"
Hey? Flora’s eyes condensed:
What do you say? Can you see Xiaohong?

"Xiaohong? Are you referring to this sorrowful sorrowful sorrow? It’s a real and awkward name." Lydia said.
Flora ignored Lydia and grabbed an apprentice and asked: "Can you see the little red behind me?"
"What...what... Xiaohong? I only saw a shadow that was looming."
After Flora got the answer, the eyebrows were even tighter, and the apprentice was thrown aside. In the heart, "What is going on here? What kind of ghost did Angel have made, why can Xiaohong be seen by others?"
Fu Lala sighed with a tooth: "It’s really trouble!"
Flora hated her temper and ignored Lydia's cynicism and rushed toward the location of Angel.
Twilight is still wondering when Fulu’s intention is coming, and something strange happened.
I only heard a scream from the white mist, and Flora immediately heard that it was the voice of Angel.
With this scream, the screaming and screaming sounds of other people faintly heard suddenly became clear.
Everyone was tempted by this breath, and all looked in the direction of the white fog.
At this time, a strange heart is spreading, and there seems to be a deep horror that is slowly approaching them.
Twilight was also browed by the horror of the horror. At this time, the twilight rushed over and stood beside Twilight. Twilight whispered: "Do you get backstage?"
The captain of the shook his head: "The Twilight Master is completely out of touch with the outside world. This illusion seems to be a real space, and the four walls we feel like physical. The only door at the moment is behind the white fog."
When I heard this, I felt a tremor in my heart. She looked at the white mist, and the five fingers were light, and under the watchful eyes of all, ten light shattered all the matter into the white smoke.
The direction in which the light is aimed is where Anger lay down. But the feedback she received was a rebound of several metals.
Under the gaze of everyone, all the light was bounced back.
There were several short-selling, and two unfortunate hits, but the people who hit were the two of the Twilight Guards. One of them was hit on the head and died on the spot, while the other was pierced through the chest and watched live. It won't go any longer.
Seeing that he was dead, the face of Twilight became dull. It was originally a simple trouble, and the troublemakers were only one person and one beast at the apprentice level. In the end, they actually made this situation. Not only did the perpetrators die, but they still died...
"This is my mistake, I will report my crimes to the family." Twilight looked at another who was about to die, with a hint of martyrdom.
As the Twilight spoke, a strange team of teacups stepped out of the white mist.
Everyone frowned at the long, strange music team... all the white porcelain cups with the mark of love, they had small arms and thin legs like a match, holding various instruments, and others floating in the air playing the piano. .
The most amazing thing is that the notes they played are also substantial, and the staves are like a smog, and the notes are like a slap on the staff.
It looks like a girl's dreamy band, but they are played with notes that are full of strange and sinister notes.
"What is this?" Twilight was surprised, and a few lightes were greeted with enthusiasm.
As a result, the light just touched the band and was bounced back by the instrument.
Dawn now understands, what happened to the rebound just now, it turned out that this group of bands made a ghost. But what exactly is this group of bands?
Twilight attacked the teacup several times, but still returned without success. Other wizards and guards also saw his movements. But still have not had any impact on them.
Twilight hated: "It's all the kid who made the ghost, and he killed him."
Speaking of this, Twilight took a step and rushed into the white mist, and at a glance he saw Anger who could not afford to be hurt. She sneered, reaching out, and her fingernails were pointed and clawed, slamming into Angel's chest.
Just then, a horrible horror, like the night's ringing voice, sounded from the inside of Angel's body.
"he he he he he--"
With this horrible laughter, the front of the teacup band suddenly stopped playing, shouting with a strange voice like a child: "Queen Night Cruise ~"
Twilight has not yet reacted, and the five fingers that grabbed Angel's chest were caught by the other hand.
Looking back, I saw a black man around me.
"Sadedes adults?!"
(End of this chapter)