Chapter 57 Sanmao Painting Reappearance
Chu Palace•Royal Study
"Where did this painting come from!"
"The first village in the world."
The star's eyes narrowed slightly, and the flashing light was difficult to understand. Chu Yinhao stared at the dark guard in black underneath, and his eyes slowly fixed on the painting, and his hands trembled slightly.
I only heard a dull air, "Prepare a horse."
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At the top of the cliff, there is a slight dawn.
A red coat fluttered in the wind, and there were countless wild and unruly.
The slightly bright gray reflects the handsome face of the man. He lowered his eyes and stared at the slightly yellowed leaves spread out in his hand. The memory overlaps so abruptly.
Carefully put away the leaves with images, facing the endless golden yellow lines on the other side of the sky, and there seemed to be a little starlight in his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, the amazing thin shadow on the top of the cliff has flown up. The direction of disappearance is the place where the leaves float...
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Unknown courtyard.
"Hist--" The horse's hoof was raised high, and then he kicked away with an unstoppable momentum.
"Young master, you--"
The teenager had already gone, and what Fengxue saw was only the falling leaves. But this only glance shocked him like an electric shock, and he directly broke the reins and jumped straight away. So flustered, it seems that I'm expecting something.
The world's first Zhuang • West Wing Room
"Girl, the landlord invited the girl to get together in the study."
A girl in an emerald green shirt came in and frowned invisibly when she smelled the strong smell of vinegar in the air, and her face still maintained due respect. The landlord specially told him that he would serve her in a good way.
It seemed that she didn't see the disgust that flashed in the girl's eyes, and Qiong continued to struggle with the fried dumplings on the plate.
It's a big deal to starve to death. She has never treated her own consciousness badly.
So, when the little girl was finally about to break her skills, a loud "hiccup--", someone finally elegantly picked up a towel and wiped the corners of her lips.
Her eyes passed the impatient maid and hooked her lips slightly, "Let's go."
Go to the door, "Yes, add another cage next time."
Ignoring the twitching eyebrows of the people behind him, someone has strode and disappeared at the corner of the courtyard corridor. My thoughts have turned around a thousand times.
Since she was able to attract the blood valley owner to appear that night, Bu Sanqian took her as a bodhisattva. She served her well, but also lived comfortably.
However, this rice is not easy to rub. As for the reason, everyone knew it that night.
He wanted the water to appear coldly, and there was an insignificant smile on the corners of Qiong's mouth, and his eyes were slightly dark. In this world, she and his wife, who still has the ability to touch him?
Coincidentally, these secrets that belonged to Xi Xinmiao and him were used by her, the unscrupulous author who traveled through time.
Using the portraits of Sanmao that only they know, they are scattered all over China. Some people know that only one person can draw this Sanmao.
For this reason, she has never despised herself: and Joan, you are also shameless.
Yes, she is shameless. She just wants to get the soul of falling rain. What's wrong?
In her thoughts, she had walked behind the door of the study. The guard at the door knew her and opened the door directly, "Girl, please."
As soon as I stepped into the door, "How has the girl been resting recently?"
The slightly low voice, with a trace of unique majesty, makes people feel no deterrence and depression.
"For the blessing of the landlord, I'm doing well."
Bu Sanqian looked at the woman standing in the backlight, and a trace of light flashed in her eyes. He nodded slightly and made a gesture of invitation to the woman.
He and Joan were not worried and went straight to the seat closer to them.
"The landlord asked me to come and have a bet on that day?" Although it was a question, her tone was positive.
"The girl is smart." For the woman's frankness, Bu Sanqian's eyes showed admiration, "On that day, the portrait was widely released according to the girl's will. Now that the three-day period has arrived, there is still no movement of the owner of the Blood Valley. Can the girl explain it?"
Although he smiled, there was a sternness in his eyes, pressing straight to the side seated woman. For a moment, the pressure in the room was shocking.
He sneered with Qiong Xin, but his face was faint. "The owner was wrong. Xu Shi (7 to 9 p.m.) hasn't arrived yet, and everything is still uncertain."
"Even so, I will wait for the answer at night, hoping that the soul of the rain can be obtained by the girl."
The depressed feeling disappeared in an instant, and Qiong breathed a sigh of relief, but met the slightly inquiring eyes of the man on the throne. He took a sip of tea, and the fragrance overflowed his lips. "If you have something to say, you might as well say it directly."
Seeing that his mind was poked, Bu Sanqian was secretly surprised and did not turn around the bush, "Is the girl friends with Blood Valley?"
It seems that he was expected to have such a question, and he answered simply, "No."
When she saw the old man's stunned expression, her mood suddenly improved. No wonder he thought so.
"Then why is the girl so confident? You should know the Blood Valley..."
"I don't have confidence in myself," she interrupted him first. "I just have confidence in that painting."
She said lightly to Qiong, and her drooping eyelids covered the look in her eyes at this time. The following sentence was incomprehensible, but she had no desire to continue.
As long as he is not dead, as long as he sees it...
"The soul of the rain, please remove the poison and deliver it to me."
She left and left this sentence, but Bu Sanqian was shocked all over. How could she know? Who the hell is this woman?
Looking at the closed door, he meditated...
When the sky of the day was slowly replaced by the blue and dark night, rows of torches had already been ignited in the open space of the first village in the world, and the densely pressed faces of people were red.
Crowd**, everyone is in a good position in their seats early in the morning. Some are whispering, some are looking around, and in their eyes, they are all nervous and expectant.
Does the unknown woman who threatened to make the owner of Blood Valley appear really have so much ability? The result will be revealed tonight. In addition to suspicion and disdain, I am even more fortunate to meet the legendary big man. The number of people coming here tonight is more than twice as many as before! Joke, how glorious it should be to see the man who has been demonized!
Moreover, the vigilance of walking around the world for many years makes them know that there are many masters who can't sign up for their names, all of whom they have never met before. How can they not smell the hidden evil spirit?
It seems that the prestige of Blood Valley is indeed extraordinary on the whole continent.
For a while, everyone's expectations for the cold water exceeded their interest in the soul of the rain. Then, I also looked forward to the mysterious woman.
Unfortunately, the protagonist of the topic that is waiting for by everyone now seems to be grinding everyone's patience, and there is no figure.
"Hey, do you think what that woman said is credible or not?" The scar man stabbed the scum man beside him and said in a low voice.
"No matter who knows, just wait. Anyway, the treasure is our brother's."
The scar man's eyes were shining and nodded in agreement. Just as he was about to answer, the other end got up, "I'm coming!"
All of a sudden, everyone's eyes gathered on the belated people.
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I don't hide it anymore. How many manuscripts are uploaded immediately? Today is the second update, and every update is freshly released. I'm still training. It's up to you~~