Chapter 126: Judgment Error?

As soon as these words came out, the few people behind her widened their eyes.

"Elizabeth?!"

Pip couldn't believe it, rubbing his eyes, his gaze locking onto that big tail like a fan.

Maoshi, however, was very disappointed because of her arrival. This indicated that she couldn't have a full meal tonight. "Where is your little slave?"

The wish failed, but she hadn't forgotten the main business.

"Ran away."

Su Mian's expression was flat, saying this sentence exceptionally calmly, not even shaking her tail.

Hearing Su Mian's answer, Tian Nuan's eyes lit up.

It seemed that the slave had already started the subsequent plan.

Cold-shoulder her, abandon her, and finally wait for her to beg bitterly, begging him to change his mind, and then throw her into the castle basement without hesitation, letting her fend for herself with the group of men she had tortured.

It was just that looking at Su Mian's expression, why was it not quite right?

Tian Nuan frowned, and remembered that she was a poker face to begin with. Perhaps she was heartbroken inside, but hadn't shown a bit of it on the surface.

"Ran away?!"

Maoshi's voice suddenly became sharp.

Wrong! Wrong!!!

How could things turn out like this? If Si Shi were released, with his intelligence and vengeful personality, he would either turn that former "slaughterhouse" upside down, or realize that the time and identity in this world had loopholes.

Letting him leave meant he could remember at any time and realize he wasn't an NPC.

The more Maoshi thought, the more terrified she felt. Thinking that if the control failed, the one suffering would be herself, she felt a chill, and her rabbit teeth started to chatter.

She suddenly screamed, her pupils turning red. Everyone at the scene was startled. Her high heels hit the floor heavily, almost smashing a hole.

Maoshi's figure changed. In an instant, she turned into a giant black-haired rabbit, kicked her hind legs, and rushed out of the banquet hall instantly, leaving a strong wind.

Su Mian, who hadn't realized she had caused trouble, scratched her face, completely confused.

"What's wrong with her?"

【Hmm... should be deducted for performance, it has nothing to do with you, Mian Mian, you don't need to worry.】

Su Mian nodded, not caring, holding her skirt hem and standing in front of the red dancing shoes.

The truth was revealed, she could put on these dancing shoes without any psychological pressure.

"Wait!" Luna shouted. Su Mian froze, turning her head to look at her.

"Your Highness, you, are you really going to gamble like this? What if you guessed wrong..."

Su Mian shook her head, her gaze falling on the factory boss Willow. He looked very confused, or rather, he had always had this expression.

A middle-aged man forced to participate in the game, perhaps just a bitter person who hadn't started a family in reality.

When facing her "ramblings" in the morning, he behaved simply like a green teenager in his teens.

Now he didn't know he was the murderer.

In this world, neither people without brains nor people without ability could survive.

Su Mian didn't know when she started to realize that the so-called game, the so-called script murder, had long been distorted by the rules.

Life and death were the most important things on the two ends of the judgment scale, and "right and wrong" were just additional conditions for smart people to pull away from those ants without ability.

She took a deep breath and put on the red dancing shoes that focused the whole scene.

Then she raised her head abruptly, bowed slightly to the people at the scene, stood on her tiptoes, spun lightly, and merged with the weird music.

Like a little cat doll that had come to life, or like a little person on a strawberry cake who had grown flesh and blood.

Dreamy, sweet, the red dancing shoes were beautiful and eye-catching, the lace swaying rapidly and deforming, looking like white thorns, wrapping around her slender ankles.

"It's over, it's over... gambled wrong."

Luna looked at this fairy-tale scene, completely unable to be happy, even feeling a bit unable to breathe, her heart fearful and worried.

Pip covered his mouth. Thinking that she would dance forever until she died, his whole body felt a chill down his spine, his limbs stiff, but his eyes never moved away from the girl's figure.

Pink ears, smooth tail fur... looked fluffy, and her eyes were also beautiful.

Pip in reality was a furry fan, but had never seen such a one. She gave people the feeling as if she had merged with a kitten.

So cute.

So the real Elizabeth looked like this. He completely forgot the curse of the red dancing shoes, immersed in his own world.

The cheers of the surrounding NPCs surged like waves.

"Elizabeth! Princess Elizabeth!"

Their faces were filled with all kinds of fanatical expressions: congratulations, unwillingness, disappointment, excitement, and finally started dancing in pairs, the dance floor instantly turning into a whirlpool of carnival.

The players, however, were frozen in place.

"So... is she going to die?"

Tian Nuan asked uncertainly, feeling a bit disappointed. If she had known she would die herself, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to make such a fuss.

Luna had no intention of answering Tian Nuan's words. She wanted to step forward to pull the "uncontrolled" Elizabeth, but was squeezed away by the crowd fiercely.

Su Mian, however, came toward them, extending a hand, as if inviting to dance together. Tian Nuan covered her mouth with a feather fan and dodged to the side. That hand naturally pointed to Willow.

Willow retreated in a panic, almost knocking over the high-footed cup behind him, waving his hands repeatedly: "I, I don't really know how..."

"It doesn't matter." Su Mian's voice was drowned in the suddenly rising symphony, only the lip shape was clear.

She insisted on extending her hand, the cat tail swaying, showing the master's bit of leisure.

Willow swallowed. Maybe dancing with her would make this girl feel better? Would the red dancing shoes let her go?

He thought uncertainly. The girl didn't have any expression, only slight panting, seeming a bit tired, sweat soaking her slightly red cheeks.

Willow finally trembled and placed his rough hand on it.

He was led into the center of the dance floor.

Willow followed clumsily, like a marionette.

Su Mian led him, taking the initiative to dance the male steps. Willow felt vaguely that something was wrong, but couldn't say what it was. The girl was indeed dancing all the time, never stopping.

"Wind Whisper Creek is beautiful."

In one spin, her voice was gentle and soft, but pierced through the deafening music.

"The canned food factory on the opposite bank is yours, right?"

Willow nodded stiffly.

"The final vote is tomorrow." Su Mian led him through an elegant slide, her skirt hem sweeping across the mirror-like floor, reflecting Willow's distracted face, and Su Mian sighed.

"Have you... gone back to check?"

Willow froze, his dance steps faltering: "N-no, I've been brought here since the game started, I haven't had the chance..."

Su Mian lowered her eyes.

In that instant, Willow saw her long eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks, and beneath her cold expression, she gave Willow an illusion of compassion and gentleness, like an angel overlooking all living beings on a cathedral's stained-glass window.

"Go back and take a look," she said.

The music climbed to its peak at this very moment, the brass instruments emitting a brilliant and sharp resonance, echoing in harmony with the sound of dancing shoes rubbing against the floor.

Willow's heartbeat skipped a beat.