The Sick Villain is Crazy and Wild: Unlimited Traveling Through Books for Freedom

"Congratulations to the host, the aquarium is in hand. Bonus plus 71, totaling [-].

The reward of the next plane is the ownership of the famous paintings displayed in the gallery. "

Ownership of famous paintings!

Luo Yichu: (?w?)

A famous painting can be worth a lot of money.

"Host, do you want to rush?"

"rush."

Just do it, Xiaolu tapped the button, and Luo Yichu put it on.

When he was conscious, he was kneeling on the futon in cassock, with a majestic statue of Buddha in front of him.

He looked around, temples, Buddha statues, cassocks.

What the hell!

He is dressed as a monk.

Almost subconsciously, Luo Yichu patted his head.

The top of the head is smooth and touches the bottom.

Luo Yichu looked at Xiaolu suspiciously, and saw that he was so guilty that he silently disappeared from his mind.

Before disappearing, he did not forget to ask: "Host, the villain is in the picture scroll under the altar."

Picture scroll?

Luo Yichu bent over, but couldn't find it.

But Xiaolu had no reason to lie to him. He poked his head under the table and glanced again, and saw that the scroll was tied to the back of the table by a red string.

It's quite hidden.

Tonight is his vigil, and it is not yet time to change shifts, so the entire hall is empty.

Taking advantage of no one, Luo Yichu hid the scroll next to his body.

Repent while hiding.

"Amitabha, everything is for the mission.

The Buddha is merciful and merciful, don't argue with me. "

Probably because he did something wrong, when Luo Yichu knelt down to the Buddha statue, he became more pious.

"Brother Kong Jian, I'm here to change shifts."

When Luo Yichu heard that someone was changing shifts, he immediately got up from the futon.

Not active after get off work, thinking problems.

"Okay, I will trouble my junior brother in the second half of the night."

The younger brother listened to what the older brother said, put his hands together and bent slightly towards him.

"Brother, you have worked hard."

When Luo Yi saw him like this for the first time, he followed suit.

"Then I'll go first."

With the painting on his body, Luo Yichu rushed to the meditation room after searching for the memory of the original owner.

When he arrived, he quickly closed the door.

The room was very dark, so he went to the table in the dark, took a torch and lit the oil lamp on the table.

The dim candlelight slightly illuminated the room.

Luo Yichu pushed the oil lamp to one side, took out the stolen painting and spread it out on the table.

The portrait depicts a man with long black hair and a shawl, and his face is extremely beautiful.

The most prominent facial features are undoubtedly those peach blossom eyes, which are clearly painted but still look very affectionate.

There is a tear mole in the lower right corner.

With a straight nose and thin lips, the facial features are exquisite.

The delicate face is somewhat feminine, a bit indistinguishable, but it doesn't feel like a woman.

Luo Yichu looked down, the person in the painting was wrapped in a thin red gauze, and the white as snow skin could be vaguely seen.

I don't know if it's because of the quality of the paper, but under the dim candlelight, the skin of the person in the painting seems real.

Almost by accident, Luo Yichu raised his hand to touch the screen, and heard a muffled groan.

The voice is nice, with a bit of demagogic charm.

But in this silent night, it was somewhat frightening.

The villain can't really be in the painting!

Luo Yichu: (?⊙w⊙`)

He backed away with a guilty conscience, and said silently: "Amitabha, Buddha bless you.

No offense intended, don't blame the big villain. "

This is a temple, the villain won't mess around!

Luo Yichu took another half step back, his eyes followed the light veil of the person in the painting, and landed on his fair ankle.

With golden bells on her ankles, the painting style is full of coquettishness.

The villain of this plane is a bit coquettish.

Before Luo Yichu could think too much, the painting on the table disappeared for no reason.

Luo Yichu: Σ(°Д°;

What about painting?

After being surprised for only a moment, his jaw was lifted by a snow-white toe.