MTL - Late Night Tales Of The Capital-Chapter 7 Drawing demon
"You are waiting for me here, I will go in and see." Ye’s lack of expression is a bit serious. "Do not call you, no matter what happens, see strange things, no one should go, or the consequences will be conceited."
"Sir, have you found anything? My sister will not have anything?" Qian Shuxiao hurriedly asked, but the house is a sister, since the expression of the leaf is so serious, it must be a problem. In fact, he himself felt that his sister was not right during this time, but he could not find the reason. Now it seems that 80% is what is dirty.
"I don't know, I only know when I look at it."
"Then I’m all right, I’m here, I’m waiting here, you shout, I’m going to pass.”
With his hands behind him, the leaves are not so nervous. In his eyes, in this Luoyang, even in this whole world, I am afraid that nothing in the past 100 years can make him really afraid of tension, and there are countless in mind, naturally fearless.
The lack of leaves just feels that Luoyang's demon seems to be a lot of thickness overnight. Wherever he goes, he can meet monsters. The density is too high, or is his luck so good?
Into the house of money painting and calligraphy, I saw a woman in her twenties standing at the table in front of her, holding a Juanxiu brush in her hand, concentrating on waving the rice paper in front of her, and the woman is not ordinary. Yan Xiu left a long black hair, the hair of this painting is very short, it will be shoulder-length, the eyes are black and bright, sly, and the cheeks are red and white, and the body is definitely the upper position.
It’s just that the money and paintings at the moment are a bit too focused and can even be said to be extremely fascinating.
Sniffing the nose, and carefully looked at the landscape at the door, and found that there was a scented incense burner in the painting. Three incense burners were inserted in the incense burner, and the leaves were short of cold. "Now these little monsters are really bold. If the practice is not understood, then dare to come out and harm people."
"Three thousand miles of Qingqiu, a sword and a heavenly gate, the shape."
Now there is a trace of Tianyuan in the body of the leaf deficiency. The practice of the fairy world may not be able to be used normally, but the comprehension of the realm has been barely applicable, especially the law of Qingqiu Jianmen. After all, it is the place where I used to be born. It is the most used and the most frequent. Like this initial level of printing, it is basically a mouth opening, and the fingers are not lifted.
Along with the law of the lack of leaves, a mantra of the curse appeared out of thin air and directly hit the landscape painting.
It’s like throwing boiling water into a hot oil pan. The landscape painting seems to have come alive for a moment, and the fog of the big group begins to spread out from the painting. The fog twirled in the air, and turned and condensed into a three-eyed monster. At the same time, the eyes of the three-eyed beast continued to swallow the clouds, as if they were to cover the whole room with fog. same.
"Bold and ignorant children, harassing Grandpa to clean up, don't want to live?" A sigh of relief sighed out of the fog, like the old man who had lived for hundreds of years.
"Clean up?" Ye said with a disdain, "What kind of cleaning needs to confuse people's minds? Funny!"
The lack of the leaf refers to the money paintings that are still desperately painting on the side. "You are a little painting demon, do you still expect to be incredible, please worship?"
Such a big movement happened within a few meters of the money painting and painting. Her people were obviously awake, but they could not see the same, they were unmoved, and they were only in the middle of the painting.
"I am the wise man in the mountains, the immortal in the painting, and the worship of the people, what is it?" The painting demon said proudly.
"Disenchant little devil, but also dare to call himself a fairy." Ye lacks and swears.
"Destroy the immortals, **** it."
The misty three-eyed monster slammed open three blood eyes, and a thick mist sprayed to the leaf, and the fog that had just dispersed in the air in the room, with the sharp tumbling, began to look at the entire room. It became erratic, and it seemed to be in the fog in the water. It became two worlds inside and outside the house.
"The little ecstasy also dared to make axe here." The leaf lacking in it did not pay attention to this fog. This level of fantasy and the smoke can't control his mind.
"The window contains the snow in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is berthed by the Emperor Wu Wan, and the sword is on the sky."
Still a sword finger, still the primary sword of the Qingqiu Jianmen, which is a blink of an eye, a sword gas will pierce the thick fog, pointing to the landscape painting after the fog. Everything you see in front of you is blind, real, and hidden in the picture.
The picture of the landscape is the life gate of this demon. If it is just a three-eyed monster with the fog, it will never win, and that is clearly a fantasy.
In an instant, all the fog in the house began to gather in front of the scroll, and in a very short time it was concentrated into a gas shield, but it still could not stop the sword of the leaf.
A force to break the law.
This painting demon is still a bit too tender compared to the leaf shortage.
"Xian Shi spares!"
The victory and defeat have been divided, this painting demon has changed the madness of the talent, and the mouth is pleading.
"Seeking the fairy to let go of the demon."
"Doing chaos, still want to survive?" Ye Xiaoyue refers to the virtual lift, the left finger is behind.
"The little demon swears to the sky, absolutely has not done anything that hurts the world. At most, he asks for a little incense worship, and does not dare to kill people." The demon pray for mercy, even the faint mist becomes weak. A lot.
"Isn't it really harmful?" asked Ye.
"Absolutely not, ask the adults to put a little demon a way of life, and the day will be a thank you." The painting demon said that there is a plausible word.
"Well, you are showing the original shape, waiting for me to check it out. As long as it does not hurt people's lives, I promise you that it will not ruin the landscape paintings." Ye Yuqi said with some moderation.
"Thank you an adult."
The voice just fell, the three-eyed monster and the gas shield disappeared into the fog, and a white-bearded old man squatted in front of the leaf, and the five bodies cast the ground. Just in the angle that the line of sight can't see, the old man's eyes flashed a glimpse.
"Adult, please."
The white beard’s old words were not finished, and I saw an illusory blue-colored sword darting through the chest. The sword that had just stopped standing was turned into a small sword rain, which was in the blink of an eye. The old man’s stupidity is scattered, and no trace of residue remains.
"I have said, like you, the little demon, the practice has not been understood, do not come out to harm people."
"If you ask for mercy, you can live, and the sorcerer does not all drink the northwest wind. He said that he is harmless. If you fool a fool, you can smell it with your nose." Muttered a few words, and the leaves lacked to reach. The landscape painting on the wall was taken down.
After the painting demon was strangled by himself, the spiritual powers were all returned to the scroll. Like this monster who practiced the fantasy, in general, the attack power is not too high, but its magic weapon is sure to be rich and powerful. If the leaf is missing, it is a reward.
Strolling out of the room, waving at the money book, the guy immediately ran over.
"Sir, is it over?" Just now, Qian Shuxiao and a few of his people around him can see clearly, the three-eyed monster, the **** mouth, but the ferocious tight.
"The little monster that is not weathered has been conquered by me. This picture is its magic weapon?" Ye missed the landscape painting that was rolled up in his hand. It seems that he still wants to return to Qian Shuxiao. "Do you want it?" Look at the value of this value for a lot of money."
Everyone, including Qian Shuxiao, is like being stung by a bee. All of them are going back a few steps. Qian Shuxiao is even more and more swaying. "Sir, let's just put this thing away, I can't dare Yes, it will be dead."
"You don't scare me, I am timid."
"Then I can close it up." Ye Xiaoyan took the picture of the landscape and received it behind him, then looked up at the position of the moon. "It is not too early, everyone will go back to rest."
Pointing at the money book laughs, "Your sister should be asleep now, you go to someone to take her back to his room to rest, she has only been in the illusion for a few days, and the monster will soon get better after being conquered. Not in the way."
Handing the aftermath to Qian Shuxiao to deal with it, Ye Xiao directly went back to his room.
The decoration of the room is quite luxurious. It seems that it was really used by the Qianjia to entertain the guests. I ignored the leaf. When I closed the door, I took out the picture of the landscape and put the workman in the middle of the house. Then I placed it in the middle of the room. I started to walk around the house constantly, and every time I took a step, I pushed a law.
Thirty-seven steps, thirty-seven law decisions.
When the last law was completed, a tower-shaped fascia was formed, and the central part of the phalanx was a landscape painting. At this moment, the picture was exuded with milky white soft light, and a line of spiritual lines quickly ooze from the picture. Out.
This squad is inadvertently obtained when Ye Xiao broke a Mozong in the same year. The name is the stealing martial law, which can extract the spiritual power gathered in the unincorporated magic weapon and use it for himself.
Sitting on the bed, the leaves quickly entered a realm of entry, and the spirit of the entire system of stealing began to circle around him.
The night is full of people, the stars are full of days, destined to be an uneasy night.
After a night of cultivation, the sun rises as usual.
Last night, I also had a resounding landscape painting. After a night of stealing the spirit, the scroll was sallow at the moment, the rice paper was old, and the landscape in the painting was even more blurred. It seems that the spiritual power is exhausted.
The sky was just bright, Yongan Street, Changsheng Bridge West, Peony Building door, there was a scream.
Soon, hundreds of Dali Temple officers and men surrounded the Peony House.
"He is an adult, from the lobby to the third floor, a total of twenty-nine bodies, one boss, three buddies, twenty-five guests, no one survived."
The man known as the Crane Man was the new Shaoqing Hefei of Dali Temple. He did not expect to encounter such a big case just the next day. Without paying attention to his report, He Fei walked into the Peony House and walked from the lobby to the third floor. Everybody looked at him.
"All of them are bitten by snakes and die?" He Fei asked.
"Back to the adults, the coroner did say that."
“Why didn’t anyone escape from here?” Hefei looked at the structure of the entire Peony Building, and his brows were wrinkled.
"Maybe because there are too many snakes, the coroner said that this kind of wound can be caused. The snake here last night is definitely a terrible number."
“How much can you have?” He Fei asked quietly.
“Thousands!”
