Chapter 8 Dance on Stage



Seeing that Jiang Yingxue was about to show her little fangs, she reluctantly let go.

"Okay, Lu Yun is not that kind of person, maybe something delayed him.

Hey, what's going on over there?"

The flashing lights beneath the overpass caught her attention.

"Is this dancing? But the person dancing doesn't seem to be human!" Jiang Yingxue's eyes flashed with a strange light.

"Hiss, she dances so sexy! Children shouldn't watch."

Before Chu Yunxin had time to take a closer look, she felt a warmth in front of her eyes, and her vision was blocked by a pair of small hands.

At the same time, on the other side of the overpass, a man in a suit looked down with interest.

"Tsk, what a beauty. I need all her information within the hour."

In a corner of the crowd, a group of people wearing strange clothes and masks, who seemed to be performing performance art, were staring enthusiastically at the graceful dancing figure on the stage.

"There's no doubt about it. It's one of ours. At least a high-level Abyss Demon."

“I just don’t know what race is.”

"She dances so seductively, could she be a succubus?"

"What a joke! It's a well-known fact that there are no high-level succubi. The existing succubi are nothing more than a group of outlets that rely on the powerful to survive.

What's more, she's truly alluring. I'll bet 100 magic crystals that she's definitely not one of those purple-skinned succubi."

"What are you betting on? I've already made it through, three times in a row!"

Everyone: "It's only been a few minutes! You've completely disgraced the Minotaur tribe."

Half an hour later, Lu Yun was still dancing with ecstasy on the stage.

At this point, her level had reached 23. Experience requirements increased rapidly after level 10, and increased further after level 20.

The experience points generated on the scene were also decreasing. With nearly 2,000 people on the scene and 80% of the streets blocked, the experience output was actually decreasing. From a peak of 2,000 per minute, it had dropped to 300 per minute now.

She guessed that the threshold of desire among the people present was rising. Or perhaps it was that people, in their natural state, had a limit to the amount of experience they could produce in a short period of time.

But no matter which possibility it was, Lu Yun was ready to stop, because his goal had been achieved anyway.

The dance ended and the clones dispersed, but she found that she could no longer leave the stage.

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