Chapter 2419 Exchange Artistic Conception

Mrs. Jing was discussing with Hongyun and Yefeng, two of the four kings of Chunyu, when they suddenly heard a voice coming from where Han Sen lived.

"I am a fool!"

The faces of the three people suddenly became weird, because they all recognized that the voice belonged to the fallen leaves, but they couldn't believe that the voice really belonged to the fallen leaves.

Apart from Mrs. Jing and the Four Heavenly Kings of Chunyu, Luoye is the top character in Chunyu, and she is known for her decisive and ruthless actions. How could she say such words from her mouth?

"Did I hallucinate just now?" Night Breeze looked at Hong Yun and Mrs. Jing uncertainly and asked.

"That's all for today, you go back first." Madam Jing frowned slightly, got up and went to Han Sen's residence, she wanted to see what the hell Han Sen was doing.

For a woman like Luo Ye, even if she was killed, it would be impossible to force her to say such things.

If Han Sen used any means to force Luo Ye, Mrs. Jing would not sit idly by. She sent Luo Ye to watch Han Sen, but she would never let Luo Ye suffer.

"Why do you come to my place when you have time?" Han Sen opened the door, saw Mrs. Jing standing outside, and asked with a smile.

"What did you do to the fallen leaves?" Madam Jing asked with a frown.

"What can I do to her? I haven't spoken to her in total. She's been playing with Bao'er all the time. If you don't believe me, go in and see for yourself." Han Sen moved away.

Mrs. Jing naturally didn't believe Han Sen. She walked into the yard and came to the hall, and she saw Luo Ye playing cards with Bao'er.

"Master Jing." Luo Ye hurriedly got up and saluted respectfully.

"Are you okay?" Mrs. Jing saw the note on Luo Ye's face, and asked a little dumbfounded.

"It's okay." Luo Ye blushed, but she still didn't tear off the note on her face. She is a killer, and the most important thing for a killer is reputation. Since she lost, she can't break the rules.

"It's fine." Mrs. Jing looked at Han Sen after finishing speaking, and said lightly, "Come with me."

Han Sen shrugged his shoulders, followed Mrs. Jing out of the door, and came to the yard.

"You know that Luo Ye is my person, so you should treat her properly." Mrs. Jing stood in the yard, looked at Han Sen and said.

Han Sen smiled bitterly: "I really didn't do anything to her, and I dare not do anything to her. She is just playing games with Bao'er. If you don't believe me, you can ask her yourself."

"There is no best, I'm just reminding you, don't do things that make us all unhappy." Mrs. Jing said lightly.

"Understood." Han Sen shrugged.

"Stretch out your hand." Mrs. Jing looked at the ring on Han Sen's finger, hesitated and said.

Although Han Sen is good, his level is too low after all. Mrs. Jing doesn't think that Han Sen's realm can provide her with any help, but since she has already come, it is good to know more about Han Sen.

Artistic conception is a portrayal of a person's inner heart. Through artistic conception, one can roughly judge a person's character, and the accuracy rate is quite high.

"What are you doing?" Han Sen stretched out his right hand in front of Mrs. Jing.

"Are you pretending to be confused?" Madam Jing glared at Han Sen.

"How can it be, please explain clearly." Han Sen smiled, retracted his right hand, and stretched out the left hand wearing the Ring of the Eye of Mirror.

When Mrs. Jing saw the Jingling Eye ring, her eyes flickered slightly. Seeing this ring reminded her of that man back then, that talented and gentle man.

Even now, thinking of that man is still so exciting.

Mrs. Jing never regretted that she married such a man, and thought it was one of the most precious experiences in her life, but she was a little bit resentful that she couldn't stay with that man all the time.

Thinking of that gentle man who would make all women in the world fall in love with him, and looking at the current owner of the ring, Mrs. Jing couldn't help but sigh.

Although Han Sen is excellent, compared to that man, Mrs. Jing feels that he is still much worse.

Mrs. Jing stretched out her palm and made her own Ring of the Eye of the Mirror approach the ring on Han Sen's hand.

Mrs. Jing's appearance is not perfect, and she cannot be compared with a peerless beauty like Gu Qingcheng. The adjective dignified lady is more suitable for her.

However, Mrs. Jing's hands are so beautiful that no one can pick them. Every finger is slender and slender, as soft and tender as jade, and the nails are crystal clear, as if glowing with fluorescence.

Every movement of the palm is full of beauty and elegance. Han Sen has seen countless beauties, but such hands are only seen in his life.

The closer Mrs. Jing's palm was to Han Sen's, the more restless the Jingling Eye ring became, and the emerald-like ring trembled and emitted a faint brilliance.

When the two eye-like gemstones came into contact, both Han Sen and Mrs. Jing trembled, only feeling a strange force rushing into their bodies from the ring of the Eye of Mirror Spirit, flowing into their brains along their arms.

Han Sen's body trembled slightly, and he felt as if he was in a rainy world. The dripping spring rain dripped down like tears from God.

It's just that after the tears fell, they nourished everything in the world, every tree, flower, grass, and chestnut were silently nourished by the drizzle, and what was bred under the sadness was endless vitality and hope.

Han Sen has comprehended forty-eight images of water in the Tower of Destiny, among which the artistic conception of spring rain is naturally indispensable. However, although Mrs. Jing's artistic conception is spring rain, the focus is not on the word rain.

Han Sen carefully comprehended all kinds of affection and changes in the artistic conception, and couldn't help admiring this woman. Such an artistic conception has indeed entered the realm of transformation, and I am afraid that it is considered the top among the deified powerhouses.

"It's no wonder that her organization is called Chunyu. This meaning can only be understood and cannot be expressed in words. Its meaning is like a person. With this artistic conception, Mrs. Jing is also a very complicated contradictory body, and she cannot be judged from a worldly perspective." Han Sen felt the strange artistic conception of spring rain, and gained a lot from that artistic conception.

Mrs. Jing also shook her body, feeling a burst of artistic conception rushing into her sea of ​​consciousness.

The artistic conception is not very strong, nor is it earth-shattering, and it is not amazing at first acquaintance.

Mrs. Jing didn't pay attention to Han Sen's artistic conception at first, she just wanted to understand his character through his artistic conception, but when the artistic conception gradually dissipated, Mrs. Jing gradually showed surprise.

From Mrs. Jing's point of view, Han Sen's artistic conception is like a budding flower, which is really amazing, but when she tried to understand it, she peeled off layer after layer of petals, But she couldn't peel off the last layer no matter what, and couldn't see the stamens in it. This feeling made Mrs. Jing quite uncomfortable.