Mythological Native Species

There was a sound of praise all around.

But Feng Linxen only thought that this place was extremely strange.

The True Qi circulating in his body was suppressed to the extreme, and it was almost difficult to explode.

If it wasn't for the dragon curse scroll that was hidden close to him, it still exuded warmth, giving him a sense of security, I'm afraid that Feng Linwan would feel irritable now.

Then it was time to give gifts.

Someone plucked out his eyeballs as a snack for the king. Someone cut off his own arm and gave it to the king as bread. Some people use their own brains, squeeze it into juice, and give it to the king to drink after meals and make drinks.

They took great care of the king's meal.

Then the nobles and courtiers in the hall all turned into strange shapes.

They all looked at the king's direction eagerly, waiting for the king to give an evaluation, as if they were waiting for a reward.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Viscount Faerun! Now it's your turn to give gifts to the king. What are you going to give?"

At this moment, the entire hall...including the king who was eating and drinking, all focused their attention on Feng Linwen.

Feng Linxen was also keenly aware that he was the so-called 'Viscount Faerun'.

Judging from the gift-giving styles of these nobles and courtiers, it seems that he also had to get some 'blood' in order to fool this game.

"If there is a mysterious object hidden in every painting, then the so-called mysterious object in this painting is most likely in the hands of the king. Everyone presents gifts to the king, and the king chooses one , and to his greatest satisfaction, give a reward."

"It should be reasonable to infer this. Then if the king doesn't get a satisfactory gift, maybe this situation will not end. If the power is suppressed, or a violent attack may not be a good way. The scroll of the dragon curse is too precious and cannot be used easily unless it is a last resort. ."

Feng Linwen's thinking is very clear, even if the situation is strange, it still doesn't interfere with his mood.

"That is to say, these nobles cut flesh, bled blood, and gave gifts. It seems like a strange, **** intimidation, rendering a cruel atmosphere, but it is actually misleading. If you keep up with the rhythm because of cowardice, you choose to give up your limbs. Part of it is dedicated to the king, then as the round unfolds, the person who finally breaks into the painting will cut off part of his body until he is seriously injured."

Thinking of this, Feng Linwan wanted to open the storage space, so he could just find a gift that seemed to be very precious in this world and give it to the king to test whether his guess was correct.

But the storage ring was not opened, and he seemed to hear the babble of the little succubus in his ears. It seemed that it used the strength of suckling, and it couldn't unlock the special space blockade here.

"This is the realm of painting, a special and unstable space. It is probably natural to be unable to open the storage ring here." Feng Linxun was also worried that such a situation would happen, so he used the dragon spell to save his life. Carry the reels with you.

Turning his eyes, Feng Linwen walked out of the crowd full of 'disabled'.

At this moment, Feng Linxun, who has healthy limbs and all five senses, looks extremely dazzling in the crowd.

All kinds of vicious gazes, like a curse, converged on him.

If you are a little less courageous, in this strange atmosphere, you will be frightened like a quail, your mind will be blank, and you can only act with the crowd.

However, Feng Linchen bowed slightly, as if he was holding something solemnly in his hand, stepped forward without any haste, and stood only five or six meters away from the king.

"Your Majesty the King, what I have prepared for you is a magical dress from the East. It can be said to be the most gorgeous, noble and beautiful dress in the world. It is nine hundred and ninety-nine beautiful embroidered women, It is made of gold thread stained with their hard work. It is as thin as a white cloud, without the slightest weight. When worn, it is closer and more comfortable than the skin. Only the most noble people in this world can see it and wear it. And after wearing it, only those who are loyal to the owner of this dress will be allowed to peep at its splendor and nobility because of their loyalty." Feng Linwen also learned that aria-like rhetoric.

At the same time, he kept changing the posture of his hands.

It was as if in his hands, there really was such a thin, cloud-like, unparalleled dress.

The fat king stood up holding his crown, his eyes shone with a sharp light, like a sharp arrow, about to pierce Feng Linwen's heart.

From the throne, he stood up tremblingly, then walked to Feng Linwen's side, and circled around Feng Linwen twice, as if he was carefully looking at the 'clothing' that was in his hands.

Feng Linye's heart was beating a little faster.

The words he just said were based on an old fairy tale.

It's really not a good idea.

After all, the king in the fairy tale is a person who loves vanity and likes gorgeous clothes. And this one... may not be the case.

New clothes that don't exist can only fool those who are vain.

But at this moment, Feng Linye didn't have many better choices.

Phew...!

The king blew a breath.

At this moment, Feng Linchen suddenly opened his eyes.

He found that between his fingers, he seemed to be pinching something that seemed to exist and yet didn't exist.

Under the light, the shadow swaying slightly with the wind swayed under Feng Lin's feet.

There seems to be something, under his hands, refracting the light and playing with the shadows.

"I just told a lie, but this lie... has it come true now?" Feng Linxuan suddenly felt that a cold air rushed to the back of his head.

Subconsciously, Feng Linxen opened his eyes and glanced at it.

A piece of golden light ~www.novelmt.com~ almost blinded his eyes, and two lines of blood and tears fell from Feng Linwen's eyes.

"What a strong luck, what a terrible luck... This is a way of luck that transcends the mortal world. Is he a god?" Feng Linye was stunned.

He was fooling a **** who constructed truth based on his lies?

Feng Lin's teeth were a little sore.

If before, he was still convinced that he had a dragon curse scroll to protect himself, and everything would be safe.

At this moment, he definitely did not have such calmness.

"There are gods in this world, and they are very powerful gods... This is by no means simple, and even the mysterious and extraordinary power has reached the western fantasy world where it has almost disappeared. This is a low-level traveler... Untouchable The world." Feng Linwen felt that his head was about to crack.

In an instant, the emotion of regret really flashed.

Soon he forced himself to calm down again.

"Wait first and see what the king is going to do." Feng Linxen believed that since the world in this painting has such weird settings and rules, there must be a reason for it to work like this. As long as he doesn't take the initiative to touch the taboos of the rules, then there shouldn't be any danger?

"Very good! I love your gift. But my crown is too heavy, and I don't want to take it off and change my clothes. I allow you, you can put it on and show us its beauty. If we see its beauty, then I will give you my treasures as a reward. But if there is one who cannot see it, then I will use your head as my stepping-brick!" The king returned to his place , and then pointed at Feng Linye and said such words.

His voice was sharp and thin, without the majesty of a king.

But listening to these words, Feng Linwen was covered in cold sweat.

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