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After seeing the contents of the painting, Fang’s master couldn’t help but take a breath and bowed to Fang Yue: “This... This painting, the more children, how can you put this painting in the study? Absurd!”

After Mrs. Fang glanced at it, she quickly moved her eyes away. She was too shameful. She secretly smashed a party master. "Master, do you recognize this painting?"

Fang’s coughed and said frankly: “I encountered a lonely son when I was out of the market. He almost died of illness on the road. I asked the doctor to give him medical treatment and gave him some silver. He is grateful and will This painting gave me the gift, which is from the hands of famous teachers and is very collectible.

Although the content of this painting is somewhat...but I have looked for someone to see it, it is really painted by a famous teacher, and it is very likely that it is from the hands of the royal royal painter. Later, I kept pressing the bottom of the box, and the last time I helped a piece of things. I just saw the picture, I like it, I gave it to him. ”

Mrs. Fang was very annoyed and whispered: "If you want to give it, you should give it when you get married. Fortunately, the master can't see it, or you will lose the dead!"

The two thought that the voice was very small. The catcher couldn’t hear it, but they didn’t know that for a blind person, or a person like Meng Ziyi who had a way to do it, the words were so powerful, so these words fell into the word. In his ears.

It was only Fang Fang and Fang’s wife who did not mention what was in the painting from beginning to end. Meng Ziyi only slightly lowered his eyebrows. Just like before, the big palm was thick and thick on the drawing paper.

Strange to say, there is no demon in this study, but he did smell from the young master's body that it is not human, it is the year of the ink... and the incense of paper.

I thought it was because the demon was too weak to smell it. I didn't want to go to the study, and there was no demon.

Meng Ziyi's nose is very spiritual. Master once said that he is a natural catcher, so his feelings will not go wrong. There must be something in this study.

After a long time of listening, he finally found the source of the smell - those paintings.

If a smart demon is opened, the demon is formed, and he can touch it. For example, if a table becomes fine, Meng Ziyi can feel the texture of the table when he touches the painting. If it is an animal, he can touch the animal's fur.

This touch is related to the way of the demon. The deeper the road, the more realistic he feels.

Fang Yue stared at Meng Ziyi, watching him still the same as before, reaching out and touching the picture, his heart was angry.

After knowing the existence of the painting spirit, he never let go of it. This person actually, actually...

After Meng Ziyi's palm was roughly drawn from the scroll, his look changed slightly. this is....

Although the touch is not clear, it is by no means a touch of paper. Sure enough, it is a demon.

Meng Ziyi looked a glimpse and smacked with a big hand. This time, it was not rough and rough, but it was carefully traced with a fingertip, one inch and one inch.

The more he was shocked and wide-eyed, the man was clearly blind, and his fingertips found the outline of the person in the painting accurately.

Suddenly, I didn’t know what Meng Ziyi had touched. His fingers trembled, and like the electric shock, he quickly took it back.

....people....

At the same time, an angry low drink suddenly came from this picture: "You are arrogant!"

The house owner and Mrs. Fang were shocked.

Mrs. Fang: "Old, lord, what is the voice?"

Fang sir: "Someone is a woman's voice, God, it is from the painting, this painting is weird..."

The Nanxun in the painting has already turned red and roared in his heart. "Ah, ah, Xiao Ba, you look at this shameless, where does he touch it?" Actually touch her legs!

Xiao Ba whispered, "The main thing is that you are too sensitive."

Meng Ziyi's face has changed at this time, cold and sinking, "the enchanting, but also want to hide when, show me!"

Meng Ziyi drew a saliva in his palm and drew a character in the palm of his hand. He pointed at the person in the painting and then grabbed it. He seemed to entangle the person in the painting with an invisible rope. There is a person in the painting.

The woman in the veil fell to the ground, such as the waterfall black hair scattered on the ground, soft and shiny, the white legs were half exposed and she was quickly retracted and hidden under the veil.

The frightened woman jerked her head up, and the face that reversed the sentient beings fell into the eyes of several people, causing several people to breathe in one breath.

Fang Yue looked at her insanely. These days, the painting spirits all talked to him in the paintings. Her smiles in the paintings have made him obsessed. The real people who don’t want to come out of the paintings are actually better than the ones in the paintings. It’s still a lot more beautiful.

really beatiful.

Meng Ziyi heard the inhalation of several people, his brow slightly squatted, but he did not hesitate to pull the knives directly from the scabbard.

Nanxun almost spit out a blood, Wang Bagui, I have no demon, and you want to kill me!

"Master! I am not drawing a demon, but painting a spirit." Fang Yue also returned to God, seeing the demon keeper to pull the knife, thinking and not wanting to block in front of Nanxun, some anger and anger: "Meng Dashuai, painting her spirits first opened, never harmed anyone, is In the past few days with me, she also supervised me to study day and day, and never did anything that harms me.

Can you kill people indiscriminately? ”

"The more children, come over!" Mrs. Fang said with anger: "I still say that it does not harm you, now you are not confused by her!"

"Let's go." Meng Ziyi was cold and cold, and the hand holding the scorpion knife could not help but loose.

Nanxun saw the small boss's little action, scared enough, if he completely loosened, then the scorpion knife flew over, even if the Fang is blocked, it is useless.

“Can the master give a reason to kill me?” Nan Yan stared at him and asked.

Meng Ziyi: "Because you are a demon, you should kill."

Nan Yan: "I am not a demon. If the master does not believe, he can get close to the smell. If there is a demon in my body, I will let the master dispose of it."

Fang Yue hurried nodded: "Masters must not kill innocent people, even if the painting spirit is a goblin, it is also a good goblin, let alone painting is not a demon."

Meng Ziyi paused, and the hand holding the scorpion knife tightened. He suddenly pushed Fang Fang to the side and then picked up the woman on the ground. I don't know how he did it, but he captured the woman's wrist accurately.

Nanxun whispered, because of his rudeness, the long hair crossed the arc and fell in the air. During the fluttering, the faint ink fragrance on her body was thicker and floated to the man's nose.

Nan snorted: "You are lighter and hurt me."

The hands are almost pinched off.

Her voice is soft and nice, and for anyone who hears this, she will subconsciously pity the jade, but Meng Ziyi’s handcuffs are not loose.

He suddenly put his face together, because he couldn't see it. When he suddenly passed it, the cold thin lip almost touched her pink lips.

Nan Yan did not move, she stared at the other person's face, I do not know what I was thinking. Meng Ziyi sucked his nose and smelled it carefully.