Chapter 2473: Punishing the World: Sick Dreamer (57)

Attached to the portrait, the corners of the dyed white lips were hooked slightly, and he blinked lightly at Ying Huaixue, but the blood in Ying Huaixue's whole body was condensed and cold, as if it was flowing backwards!

the person in the picture,

come to life!

This was definitely not an illusion, Ying Huaixue ignored it and was dominated by the fear and panic in her heart, she rushed over and tried to shred the portrait.

But her action, in the eyes of others, is tantamount to stealing the bell.

Obviously,

What she wanted to do didn't work out.

Because there was a dagger that was full of cold light, it quickly cut through the air, and there was a fierce wind noise wherever it went. It just wiped Ying Huaixue's face, and sharply drew a blood mark, and finally nailed it straight into the circle. on a mahogany pillar.

The destructive power is unparalleled.

"Are you afraid?" Si Jin said slowly, and he walked over step by step, with one hand still holding his pocket, like a nobility in the Central European century, with every step he took with an elegant sense of nobility.

The position where the slender boy stopped was very clever, he just turned sideways to block the portrait, and also blocked all the actions that Ying Huaixue might do next.

This sudden dagger was not expected by everyone. After reacting, they only noticed the sharp sound of cutting through the air.

"I'll tell you about this matter later." Looking at Si Jin's movement towards the portrait, the youth in green clothes didn't have any expression, but his eyes seemed to have a faint blue light, but he was looking from the corner of his eye. When he arrived, the fingertips of the figure in the blood-robed figure in the portrait seemed to move slightly, then stopped again, turned his gaze back, and continued to talk to Father Shadow.

Just now, Ying Huaixue's actions have already confirmed her guilty conscience, and there is no possibility of any change.

Things have settled down.

Father Ying took a deep breath and knew that the scene was not a suitable place for conversation, so he made a gesture to his subordinates and ordered without hesitation: "First put this person in the dark prison of Ying's family, and deal with it later. ."

Father Shadow has too many things he doesn't understand right now, and all the lines in his mind seem to be twisted into clumps, and he can't make sense out of it.

Compared with the expressions of the people around him, Si Jin was very indifferent. His slender and fair fingers landed on the portrait, moving slowly and lingeringly. form the sharpest contrast.

That kind of movement, neither light nor heavy, made the figure in the portrait suddenly stop.

Weird meaning.

I've made it white and now I want to go straight out.

Fortunately, Si Jin didn't continue to move, and the white fingertips rested on the girl's fingers lightly, and covered it, as if holding hands...

It's just because the boy turned sideways to block the sight of others,

No one noticed this scene.

I saw a handsome and tall man, wearing a light white trench coat, indifferent and noble, polite, and when the long eyelashes fell, the curvature of the thin lips slightly hooked, gentle and indifferent.

The demeanor and temperament of a suit is like the most perfect gentleman and aristocrat.

Unfortunately,

The means of seeing the blood of evil spirits has nothing to do with gentlemen.

The youth in Tsing Yi was still talking to Father Ying, when a lazy and pleasant voice sounded in his mind: "Let him take it away."

After a moment of silence, he understood in an instant, and then continued to speak to Father Ying as if nothing had happened: "This painting... is also contaminated with evil spirits, so it is not suitable to keep, it is more appropriate to dispose of it, it is better to give it to Master Si directly." Tsing Yi The boy said with an expressionless face.

Shadow father nodded fearfully, "Okay, I understand."

Si Jin squinted his eyes loosely, raised his delicate eyebrows, glanced at the young man in green clothes, then slowly raised the corners of his lips, slowly rolled up the portrait with his slender and fair fingers, and put it away, his voice was very light: "Don't bother the studio master. I'll take care of this painting."

Shadow father is meaningless, after all... all his thoughts are now on why this is happening.

Before the portrait was rolled up, Dianbai had come out of the portrait and regained control of her body. She turned her eyes and looked at the slender young man's figure. The studio owner must have doubts. Go to the study."

Father Shadow nodded, only to feel a splitting headache.

After all, today's scene... not everyone can accept it.

this kind of thing,

It's quite simple to say, dyed white is half-truth and half-truth, omitting all of himself, and leaving it clean.

It's more believable.

Even the shadow father believed it.

After all, have to believe.

simply speaking,

That is, what outsiders did in place of the original owner for the sake of identity.

It is completely consistent with the speculation of dyeing white.

When Yanbai came out of the study, it was almost dusk, and the setting sun was like blood, reflecting half of the sky red.

The sunset glow burns the clouds, and the colors are intense and bright.

The young man dressed in blue and white clothes just walked out of the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, and when he raised his eyes, his figure froze. Because of a young and tall figure, leaning against the wall so lazily and indifferently, with one hand in his pocket, his sleeves slightly rolled, revealing his white wrists, wearing a light white trench coat, the sense of abstinence is even more intense, Si Wenqing Guizhong is full of evil spirits.

And at this moment,

Just looking sideways, looking at her with a half-smile, holding a rolled up portrait in one hand.

Must have recognized it.

Otherwise it can't be like that.

"Ran Xiaobai, is it fun?" Si Jin approached slowly, stopped in front of Ranbai, lowered his eyes and looked at the figure of the young man in front of him, his voice was low and pleasant, with a unique clean and clear, like early winter The ice and snow are filled with traces of coolness.

"How did you recognize me?" Ranbai asked.

Si Jin lowered his eyes, glanced at her, and said in a low voice, "If I don't even recognize my girlfriend, how much of a failure would I be as a boyfriend?"

Ranbai thought about it, yes.

Si Jin lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the pair of black gloves that the youth in green was still wearing.

Then he seemed to pull his lower lip, revealing a slightly mocking arc.

He clasped his white-stained wrist with his hands, and expressionlessly pulled off the black gloves and threw them aside.

She frowned, looking at him.

In the dyed white eyes, Si Jin lifted his eyes, very righteous, and gently intertwined his fingers with the girl. This was considered satisfaction, and his voice was extremely light: "Don't touch others casually. You can't wear gloves."

He opened his thin lips lightly, just indifferently spit out a word, "Dirty."

"Then you too?" Ranbai squinted his eyes, under the shroud of the sunset, everyone knew that he had never touched anyone else.

Si Jin took a deep look at her, the twilight seemed to be crushed and embedded in his deep eyes, beautiful and dangerous, with a flat tone: "The only one who can touch me is you."

Dyeing Bai paused, the corners of his lips raised a cold and evil arc, quite satisfied, "Very good."

"Let's go." He said with a side face, "Since you have fun, you should remember to go home."

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