Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

"You...you..." The old man could only spit out two words.

The little bun smiled, as if he was not afraid of the old man wanting to prick him with a needle, instead he pointed to the painting on the wall, and said, "Your painting is not pretty, but...the things inside are quite interesting...Actually, you It’s red, it’s blended with human blood, right?”

"My father said, a painting can truly reflect the heart of a painter."

After all, the old man was old and knowledgeable, so he calmed down quickly, put down his hands, and asked with a smile, "Can you see the inner world of the person who painted this picture?"

The little bun happily said, "Of course I saw it..."

The old man was even more curious and asked, "Tell me, what did you see?"

Xiao Baozi pouted, "This... I seem to be short of words, let me think about it!."

After a while, the little bun shouted cheerfully: "I see, it's... ferocious, twisted... perverted, bloody..."

"The person who painted this picture must be extremely twisted, crazy, and a guy who hopes to satisfy his perverted psychology through blood."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Baozi ignored the old man's surprise and hesitation, and said, "Am I right, Grandpa..."

The old man bent down slightly, and the two cloudy eyes behind the situation flashed with a strange and excited light, "You child... you are really extraordinary, you are right."

The little bun happily slapped his chubby hands, "Oh, grandpa is right, then he must be right..." He changed his voice, "After all, you are the one who paints, and of course no one knows you better than you I have lost myself...Grandpa, what reward do you have?"

The old man's tone suddenly became cold: "What did you say?"

Little Baozi took a step back, bit his finger, and asked innocently: "Didn't you say anything? Did I say something wrong, didn't you draw this painting?"

That's right, the person in front of Xiao Baozi is the owner of this art exhibition - Lu Zhi.

The mainstay of the legendary painting circle, the conscience of the painting circle, Lu Shu, Bai Shanweng.

His words were like dropping an atomic bomb on the old man's mind. The old man approached, like an old gray wolf approaching a little white rabbit, and asked gloomily, "How...how did you know?"

Little Baozi almost backed away in fright, "That's all I know...Your body exudes the same aura as this painting, isn't it difficult to see?"

After he finished speaking, the old man was stunned.

After a while, he didn't move and didn't speak: "Grandpa, why don't you say it, I think I'm right?"

The little bun sighed, with a troubled expression on his face: "Oh... Could it be that I made a mistake, I... I'd better go down and ask my mother first."

Said that he wanted to run outside.

but--

As soon as he took a step, the old man walked over and stood in front of him.

The old man changed his sluggish appearance just now, like a poisonous snake with its fangs coming out, and said to the little bun: "That's right, what you said is right, you are really the smartest, most spiritual, and most understanding person I have ever seen!" It's a child... Really, it's really hard not to move people's hearts."

Little Baozi didn't seem to see the evil he showed, and said happily: "Ah, that's great, then I have to tell my mother right away, I'm amazing."

However, the old man still stood in the way of the little bun, "Don't worry... say a few more words to grandpa, grandpa has some good things to show you to play with, and I promise to make you drunk and dreamy, very happy."