Interested in painting

After finishing the matter of the skeleton, the disfigured man's eyes fell on Qin Youyi, who was pale with cold. With a wave of his hand, the token floated in front of Qin Youyi. The disfigured man frowned, and spit out three that made Qin Youyi's stomach acid Word for water: "Swallow."

What?Qin Youyi looked at the disfigured man in disbelief, and looked at the bronze token still dripping with black water. After realizing that the disfigured man asked him to swallow this thing, Qin Youyou shook his head vigorously and stared at the bronze token. Card: "Don't swallow, don't swallow even if you die."

I don't know which fragile nerve these words hit the disfigured man, I saw his expression stern, the lines on his face writhed unkindly, the air condensed, but the icy blue breath violently, and then a burst of piercing In the cold, a huge force came to Qin intentionally: "Get out!"

Before Qin Youyi could react, he was hit hard in the chest by a hard object. His vision went dark, and he felt that he had hit something heavily, and then fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Cough, cough, cough." Qin intentionally propped himself up and wiped away the blood. His heart ached, his back hurt, his hands hurt, his feet hurt, his whole body hurt, but...something seemed to hit him before, was it the token?Qin deliberately sat up and moved to the side to see if there was nothing on the ground, nor on himself, where is it?

Then Qin Youyi felt the coldness in his heart, and kindly reminded him. Qin Youyi closed his eyes and looked inside. There was a mysterious crystal on the tip of his heart. Although it looked extremely cold, the bursts of warmth exuded could dispel The coldness of the soul and the slightest pain.

"My injury..." Qin deliberately lowered his head, a little dazed.

"Okay, right?" With a bit of unwilling voice, the skeleton stood in front of Qin Youyi at some point, and his skinless face didn't know what expression it was: "Come with me, where is your room?" .”

Qin Youyou stood up, moved, and found that the injury was really healed, curled his lips, and had to admit that the palace master still had some human touch, the skeleton was walking in front, Qin Youyou quickly followed, and asked Said: "That pass is a piece of mysterious crystal? Is there any other use besides resisting the cold?"

"A pass order is a pass order, and Xuanjing is a Xuanjing." The skeleton had a cold face, and his feet moved a little faster, but his mouth still replied stiffly: "The pass order is prepared to prevent people coming from contracting the cold poison." , with the spiritual power of the palace master on it, in addition to avoiding the cold, it can also open some doors."

The pass order is not Xuanjing?Qin intentionally has some doubts, what is the mysterious crystal in his heart?He thought so, and asked.

"I'm sorry, this question is beyond the scope of my ability to answer." The skeleton suddenly became very gentlemanly, and opened the door deliberately for Qin, bending over like a western gentleman, he made a gesture of invitation, and said: "Please come in Well, you sleep here."

Qin intentionally was a little taken aback, what happened?

But the skeleton didn't respond to Qin's intentional doubts. He just turned around and left in a very desolate manner.

Ignoring the skeleton frame whose attitude suddenly turned 180, Qin deliberately turned to look at the room. Except for the dark color, everything is fine, and it is not so luxurious that it seems like a mere place where he can live. , in this blood refinement hell, the Lord of the Underworld is just a delivery man, what is he doing?He was still sleeping in that thatched cottage a few days ago!

At the same time, Yan Yu, who was standing outside the ice palace with a meal box, suddenly felt bad, but he felt it for a long time, but he couldn't find out where the premonition came from. Yan Yu frowned. When the palace door opened, he just put the matter aside and stepped into the ice palace.

The welcoming place in the palace is bustling and minimalist, a frozen world. Yan Yu walked slowly, stopped in the middle, put down the lunch box, closed his eyes and searched for a while, finally fixed his eyes on the empty throne: " I do not want to eat?"

The slightly raised voice was an evil intention that had never been shown when he was the Lord of the Underworld. There was a breeze blowing on the throne, and a man was wearing a white robe with loose hair, which was fairly neat. He smiled at Yan Yu, Said: "The Underworld Lord sees me and asks if I want to eat?"

"The name of the sword master was spread all over the land of China back then. I didn't expect to see you like this here." Yan Yu said, but picked up the lunch box and walked towards the sword. Qi built a small table, opened the lunch box, and brought the dishes inside to the table one by one. Yan Yu didn't explain, but there was a sword in his eyes, but his heart was clear.

He raised his sword and laughed twice, and said, "Master Ming is really the one who controls the overall situation."

Hearing this, Yan Yu smiled invisibly and said, "I am also in the game."

Take the sword but don't care about Yan Yu's words. In this world, who is not a player in the game, whether it is the chess pieces that have been arranged on the chessboard, the two chess players, or the chess spectators. An indispensable part of the chess game, thinking about it with a sword, smiled and said: "I have to feed the poor monk for a while."

In order to prevent Qingyuan from finding him, and to prevent himself from indiscriminately hurting others, he drew a sword and sealed himself on this seat, bound his hands and feet with four strings of rosary beads, and the inner core of the snow-white robe was the Suppressing Magic Curse and Purifying Heart Curse copied in the past. Spell, sitting here, he can't move. The only thing he can control is his own appearance and disappearance.

"It's all right." Yan Yu raised his eyebrows and began to feed the meal: "I want to know where Master Jian has been since the Zhanghe buried his bones back then?"

Chewing the rice, there is no free lunch in the world, swallowed the rice with a sword, breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Donglin Temple."

"That's why the master of the sword also has a share in the removal of demons in Donglin Temple." Yan Yu scooped up a spoonful of soup, fed Jian to drink it, and pursed his lips: "If I expected it, when Donglin Temple eliminated demons, four One thousand and one monks, three thousand and six hundred and fifty formation bases, 650 five elements, and the last key person, Qian Jing, is the master."

"Since the Lord of the Underworld knows, why bother to ask again." Liao Jian's smiling appearance is a bit similar to those kind abbots, but there is a bit more evil spirit between Li Jian's brows, and he took a few more mouthfuls , Said: "The underworld master is injured, it is better to go back to the underworld to recuperate."

"It's okay, it's okay." After feeding the meal, Yan Yu began to scoop out soup and pour him: "I want to know another little thing. The painting building once received a girl who offered herself as a trade item to the painting building. One request, does Master Liaojian know the origin of this girl?"

He took the sword and drank the soup, but did not answer.

"What are the side effects of using Jingliuli?" Yan Yu asked softly.

Liao Jian was still drinking the soup, did not answer, just watched his expression, but was in a trance, as if his thoughts were no longer in this place.