Chapter 44 Attracts Everyone: The essence of humanity is to enjoy a spectacle.

Night fell completely, and the garden was filled with the glow of candles and melodious music.

Sang Li changed into the specially made female knight dress.

The dress is made of silver-gray and brown-red cowhide, with a white petticoat, and the cut lines accentuate her slender and neat figure.

She stood there, looking down at the guests who were arriving in the garden.

It's like a statue of a war god that cannot be desecrated.

Beautiful, dangerous, and out of reach.

In the corner, Lu Jin's face was gloomy.

Her figure was too striking.

With her slender waist, long legs, and form-fitting clothes, her smooth lines seemed tailor-made for her, making her breathtaking even from the side.

He felt as if something had burned his chest.

Dry mouth and throat.

Lu Jin stood in the shadows behind the garden pillar, able only to watch her silently, but his fingers had already tightened uncontrollably.

Really...

That's a bit too much.

Especially since this outfit was recently modified by Sang Li.

She tightened her waist and lowered her chest.

How could he possibly allow her to dress like that?

Lu Jin couldn't understand what he was thinking at the time.

At least, it has a completely different visual impact from the oversized short-sleeved shirts and shorts that Sang Li keeps in her closet; it has a unique charm.

The dress has a low neckline, but it's not vulgarly revealing; rather, it's just the right amount of alluring.

He could even picture the supple, undulating curves of the muscles beneath the fabric.

This was like being slowly sliced ​​to death for him.

Possessiveness is like a dull thorn, circling inside his bones, tearing out his flesh and blood.

Sang Li stood radiant under the crystal chandelier, while he, at this moment, resembled a mouse hiding from the sunlight in a crack in the rock.

Sang Li was forced to feel the gazes of others.

We should really drape the blanket over her!

But he can't; now is not the time.

Sang Li became the center of attention the moment she appeared.

The guests turned their heads, many with eyes sparkling with amazement and admiration.

Several young noblemen even stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and tried to kiss the back of her hand.

But before they could even touch her, Sloan appeared.

That was the only right thing he did.

Sloan remained gentle and polite, but he stood between her and the others, creating a distance. A warm smile played on his lips: "My wife is not comfortable with kisses; please understand."

Sang Li smiled and agreed, "I'm sorry."

The light in the eyes of those young nobles dimmed for a moment, like a child whose beloved candy had been taken away.

"What a pity, I was going to say that even the moon tonight isn't as dazzling as you..."

"Madam is too charming. You should have some sympathy for us poor admirers."

"It seems that you and your wife have a very good relationship."

"It's truly heartbreaking that Miss Sang Li got married at such a young age."

Sang Li blinked, raised the champagne glass in her hand, and the amber bubbles sparkled in the light.

"I'm so sorry," she said with a touch of pity, looking at everyone with tender eyes, "let's use another ceremony tonight. I think everyone will be happy to have a drink."

After saying that, she raised her wine glass, flicked her wrist, and touched the glass in Slo's hand.

The wine sloshed around.

The clinking of glasses produced a crisp sound: "Welcome everyone!"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then raised their glasses in unison in response.

"For the lady."

"For this wonderful night."

Champagne on the chin.

Sang Li could feel everyone's eyes on her, or more precisely, on her mouth and neck.

They watched themselves swallow the drink.

She could almost hear the drooling sounds.

In the shadows in the distance, Lu Jin's eyes grew increasingly dark, his muscles hardened, and a bluish tinge appeared on the back of his hand.

He felt like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

The cage was a door he closed himself.

Lu Jin's tone was unfriendly: "Zhou Fangyang, report."

Zhou Fangyang: "The magnetic field is fluctuating, and the frequency is 1.5 higher than before. As expected, Sang Li's idea was correct. Since these victims have been mutated into semi-abnormal beings, their magnetic fields have been changed. Therefore, they will also be tempted by Sang Li and begin to become restless."

Sang Li is really smart.

It was a bit dangerous, but very effective.

Sang Li put down her wine glass, overheard the conversation through her earpiece, and proudly boasted, "Then I really am charming."

Lu Jin: "Can we see the fluctuation range of each person and the overall fluctuation range?"

Zhou Fangyang: "Boss, I'm transferring you now."

Icon numbers appeared in Lu Jin's pupils.

Each victim's magnetic field fluctuations are different and unpredictable, and these disordered fluctuations cause the magnetic field of the entire painting to become chaotic.

Sang Li said, "Paintings are the expression of emotions. A painting can only carry one emotion, the artist's emotion. But now, this painting seems to have been painted by too many artists."

Found it.

The method to break through this painting.

Each trapped victim is part of the painting, and their emotions affect the painting.

In fact, he belongs to the "author," and although his influence is not as great as that of Sang Li, he can still influence the overall mood of the painting.

However, if a painting tries to show too much, like "wanting everything," it will result in serious visual bugs.

The world will collapse.

The trapped person is not a puppet, but an independent individual, so when they see things they like or dislike, they will also have their own emotions and reactions.

Human beings have different XPs, which cause different fluctuations.

That's all.

Sang Li had tested it out.

Sang Li curled the corners of her lips: "How is it?"

Lu Jin: "Impressive, what's the next step?"

Sang Li: "Do you want comedy or tragedy?"

Lu Jin: "Whatever you say."

Sang Li: "Well, since I can control this painting anyway, how about making it a little more exciting?"

Lu Jin: "What?"

Sang Li: "Human instinct is to watch the excitement, isn't it?"

Slo looked at Sangli and noticed that one of the candles in the corner had suddenly gone out.

It seemed to have been blown out by something.

His brow furrowed, and his heart sank.

What happened?

An ominous feeling quietly rose, like a chill creeping out from the cracks of a coffin.

Who moved the candle?

A candle cannot be blown out, just as a scurrying rat cannot appear on the streets of London.

The whole world seemed to be in chaos, and he couldn't find the source of the anomaly at all. His hands unconsciously gripped the skin of his palms, and sweat even broke out on his forehead.

Slo observed Sang Li, but it wasn't Sang Li who had a problem; she looked as perfect as a painting.

She was serene, elegant, and dignified, with no unusual aura about her.

That's why he felt increasingly uneasy.

Since leaving the clothing store at noon today, he has felt like everything is out of control.

Sang Li looked at Slo and asked softly, "You don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"

Slo gave an awkward laugh: "No, I was probably just a little tired from setting things up this afternoon."

Sang Li said apologetically, "It's all my fault for making too many demands. It must be hard to be in the middle, right?"

Slo replied gently, "How could I not do what you asked?"

Sang Li smiled and said, "Darling, you're such a good person."

Sloan: "Thank you."

Lu Jin, oblivious to the fact that Slo had been given the "friend zone" card, was speechless.

Tang Lan sighed through the earpiece, "The socialization training for this abnormal individual still needs to be strengthened."

Bathed in the dazzling lights, Sloan and Sangli looked inseparable, their eyes filled with love.

"They have such a good relationship..."

"Madam is indeed Mr. Slow's beloved; isn't this blatant pampering?"

"Did you notice? Mr. Slow said, 'How could I not do what you asked?' Wouldn't it be wonderful if my husband talked like that?"

"If I could marry a wife as beautiful as Miss Sang Li, I would have no regrets in this life. Unfortunately, I have never found the feeling that Miss Sang Li gives me in anyone else. Just one look from her makes my whole body hot."

"Don't even mention a sandwich cake. If I were Duke Slo, I would fill the castle with roses to please her."

Sang Li listened, glanced at Slo thoughtfully, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of her eyes.

She picked up her champagne glass, raised it slightly, and smiled at everyone, saying, "I am very grateful for everyone's support, and thank you all for giving me this honor."

She walked up the central carved stone steps, step by step, to the top, with dazzling lights behind her, as if she was about to make a grand announcement.

Everyone looked up at her.

She stood above everyone, raised her glass, and smiled slightly.

Lu Jin, standing in the corner, also looked at Sang Li.

Tang Lan, who occasionally chimed in with her own吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments), exclaimed in surprise, "Our Xiao Li really should become a model."

Zhou Fangyang cautioned, "The data is starting to fluctuate."

Sure enough, the essence of humanity is to enjoy watching the excitement.

Moreover, their perspectives on watching the spectacle are different.

Sang Li paused, her gaze sweeping across the crowd, and spoke clearly, as if afraid that without subtitles, others wouldn't understand her mumbled voice: "I have an important announcement to make."

Finally, her gaze fell on Lu Jin.

It's the kind of joy that comes from watching a spectacle.

Lu Jin realized he had fallen into a trap.

However, he still looked up, his gaze calm and unabashed as he looked at her.

The two seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers as they gazed at each other.

"Slo and I are getting a divorce."

She spoke each word carefully.

Immediately, an uproar arose.

The wine glass shattered on the ground.

"It was my idea that was proposed unilaterally."

Sang Li smiled and casually added a sentence.

The surveillance footage on Zhou Fangyang's end exploded instantly, with the data curve soaring from a stable value like a wild horse that had broken its reins.

The magnetic field was disrupted, emotions fluctuated, and brainwave activity surged in all guests.

Tang Lan: "Holy crap..."

Zhou Fangyang: "The magnetic field inside the BEAM-0248 painting began to fluctuate violently, and it was still 300 away from the threshold."

Lu Jin wasn't that surprised; he calmly enjoyed Sang Li's performance.

At that moment, Slo's face turned deathly pale. He looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbing, as if he had finally found his voice, and asked incredulously, "What are you saying?"

What is she saying?

Didn't Sang Li lose her memory?

No, why would she suddenly say something like that!

According to the setting, they should be a couple with a very good relationship.

She looked at him, her eyes still gentle and composed.

“I’m very serious,” she said.

Just four words.

The sound was like a sharp blade, slicing through the peaceful night.

Slo's expression shattered completely; his face was bloodless, and his mind went blank.

Zhou Fangyang: "Magnetic field data continues to rise."

Yu Qi: "Small cracks have started to appear. We are ready to assist you at any time."

Zhou Fangyang: "Sang Li needs some stimulation."

Sang Li nodded.

knew.

The performance isn't over yet.

They're really excited right now.

Sang Li casually picked up a rose-shaped cupcake, took a small bite, and some pink jam and cream clung to her lips.

She stepped forward, descended the steps, her skirt fluttering slightly, and walked through the crowd.

The waves of her skirt swept up rose petals that had fallen to the ground, like a rain shower.

Under everyone's gaze, Sang Li stopped in front of Lu Jin.

No one noticed that there was another man here.

She feigned deep affection, her eyes shining, and the corners of her lips curving slightly: "Ah, open your mouth."

Lu Jin's heart skipped a beat.

He knew this was not something he would do.

It's too cloying, like one of those idol dramas that nobody watches.

That's not his style, nor is it his personality.

At that moment, I felt like a puppet being manipulated by Sang Li.

But when she looked at him, her eyes shone with starlight and burned with passion; it was very moving.

As if possessed, he opened his mouth.

Sang Li smiled contentedly, picked up the remaining half of the cake with two fingers, and slowly brought it to his lips. As her fingertip brushed against his lower lip for a moment, she suddenly whispered, "You're very good."

Then, he put the soft cake into his mouth.

The sweet jam, the creamy cream, and the lingering warmth of her fingertips melted together in my mouth.

Yes, Sang Li, bitten cupcake.

Then, Lu Jin heard Tang Lan chirp in his earphones: "Xiao Li didn't wash her hands..."