While the clowns' attention was focused on Yuan Qingli, Lu Xingyun quickly grabbed the legs of the two clowns beside him and flipped them over.

And they tied their left and right legs together with a red blindfold.

Then she knelt on their backs.

"Help me out, give me a smile."

A murderous aura surged forth, an intense murderous aura.

The green clown felt like a thousand arrows were swirling in his head.

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

With a sword at his neck, he had no choice but to smile.

The ground was soaked with sweat, forming an oval shape.

The clown suppressed his trembling and forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

Her lips trembled.

His lips twitched like a fish out of water.

Finally, they formed a parabola that opened downwards.

"Is it okay now?" Yuan Qingli's voice was serious, her face full of innocence.

"Coco Coco Coco...yes."

Yuan Qingli smiled with satisfaction, pinched the end of the sword hilt with two fingers, and slowly stepped over the green clown.

The sword's edge didn't leave the opponent's neck, but slid forward, close to the skin.

That light, icy feeling.

The pain of being unable to control one's own destiny.

The green clown cursed inwardly, thinking, "Once this opportunity is gone, I'll quit immediately. HR is a job for no human being."

The sword circled halfway around the neck before finally leaving and landing on the face of the third clown.

This is a clown in blue.

Yuan Qingli saw no emotional fluctuation in the eyes of the blue-clad clown.

In his view, the sword's edge wasn't touching his own body at all.

Undoubtedly, he's a tough opponent.

Yuan Qingli, abandoning her previous coldness, flashed a smile as warm as spring melting ice and snow: "Hello, please smile for me."

It vanished without a trace.

"Hello, could you please give me a smile?" His tone was sharp and menacing.

Playing the lute to a cow.

"Hello, could you please give me a smile?"

Yuan Qingli tightened her grip slightly.

The sword's edge easily cut through the skin.

Fresh blood seeped out along the neat cut and dripped from the tip of the sword.

The Blue Clown still has the same stone-like face.

Without even blinking.

He had already disregarded life and death.

Unresponsive to both oil and salt, soft and hard approaches.

"It seems this lady who applied for the job is in trouble. As far as I know, Lan Shilang hasn't smiled for seven years, three months, and eight days."

"No matter how cold it is, how the sky collapses, or how the world turns upside down, he always has the same wooden face, never changing."

"This reminds me of a saying: 'Never forget your original intention, and you will achieve your goal.' I think Lan Shilang can do it."

Seeing that Yuan Qingli had no intention of killing him, the Green Clown began his long speech again.

"Lan Shilang, what a great name. In the future, when I make a bet with someone, I can say that if I lose, I have to read my name backwards."

Yuan Qingli sheathed her flying sword; she had no intention of killing anyone.

It's likely that the other party anticipated this, which is why they were so fearless.

Even though I know the other party is just an NPC in the instance.

But it's different from the monster it transformed into last time.

Although she advocates resolving problems by force, it is only when she has no other choice.

Why waste effort when you can handle things with wisdom?

All the clowns' eyes were fixed on Yuan Qingli.

Except for Lu Xingyun, he is not a clown.

But he also had his own thoughts.

How will this woman, who possesses both intelligence and beauty as well as violence, solve this dilemma?

"Tsk, what a brave fellow. You'd better stop being a clown."

Yuan Qingli slapped her forehead and sighed softly, seemingly helpless.

"I knew I wasn't wrong, Lan Shilang, the great Blue Joker! He has inherited the glorious tradition of the Joker, and the spirits of Joaquin Phoenix, Heath Ledger, and Jack Nicholson are with him at this moment. Lan Shilang represents the long history of the Joker; he is not fighting alone, he is not alone!"

The drawn-out tone was full of insane provocation.

"Noisy".

Yuan Qingli turned back, half-squatting, staring at the green clown.

Although Yuan Qingli's gaze was kind, he felt a chill behind him.

An ominous feeling spread from the spinal cord throughout the body.

The sword returned to the green clown's neck.

"Hello, did he smile just now?" Yuan Qingli asked politely.

Lu Xingyun really wanted to laugh.