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Chapter 1558 Painting of Seven Souls! (Part 2)
Zhao Bingning finally recovered her strength.

Seeing Qin Yang guarding her side every step of the way, the woman felt quite sweet in her heart, but she muttered: "You are bullying me intentionally."

"Prove that I love you more?" Qin Yang smiled.

Zhao Bingning snorted, and said sarcastically: "Sweet words, you think I'm a little girl so easy to deceive?"

"..."

The two quarreled for a long time, and the door was pushed open.

I saw Zhong Lingxuan walking in with a plate of exquisite dim sum, and seeing the two people who were arguing, she rolled her eyes: "I heard Yun Qing say that you two quarrel every time you meet. Well, you quarreled again, naturally my friend."

Zhao Bingning blushed and snorted coldly: "Whoever quarrels with him is wasting my saliva."

"Okay, okay, stop arguing."

Zhong Lingxuan, with one head and two big heads, placed the jade plate beside Zhao Bingning, and said, "This is a snack made by the old lady herself. It has added a lot of rare and exotic fruits, which can moisturize the body and nourish the blood."

"Did you make it for me?" Looking at the delicate and delicious snacks, Qin Yang felt a little unbalanced.

"What to do for you."

Zhao Bingning blushed and put the fruit plate in her arms, fearing that Qin Yang would snatch it, "Get out of here quickly, don't disturb my rest."

"Why get out, this house..."

Before Qin Yang finished speaking, Zhong Lingxuan grabbed his arm and forcibly dragged him out of the room.

Hearing the sound of the two people's footsteps going away, Zhao Bingning's expression gradually calmed down, she stared at the window blankly, not knowing what she was thinking, her eyes were full of confusion and sentimentality, and crystal clear tears flowed down slowly.

"Eat it, idiot! Eat it, idiot!"

Suddenly, a minion's voice sounded in the room.

Zhao Bingning was startled, turned her head to look, and found a mobile phone on the table next to her, and on the screen was a regular 3D alarm, and a minion was jumping and shouting at her.

puff-

Zhao Bingning stayed for a few seconds, and laughed through tears.

She took the phone over, looked at the little yellow man bouncing around on the screen, and murmured: "You idiot, don't you know that I like Tom Cat? He is the stupidest husband in the world, but... I like it."

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After eating the specially prepared lunch by Ning Xiuxin, Qin Yang deliberately took Lan Yuexiang to her room.

The little girl lowered her head all the way, like an ostrich, she looked nervous and didn't know what was going on in her heart.

Entering the room, seeing Qin Yang close the door, the little girl finally got scared.

The girl's face was flushed, and her voice was waxy and soft: "Brother Qin, what do you want from me."

Qin Yang took out a pair of gray ancient paintings from the system space, put them on the table, and said lightly, "This is a magic weapon from Sihai Academy, named Seven Souls Painting."

painting?
Lan Yuexiang was startled, stepped forward, and gently opened the scroll.

The moment it was opened, a breath of death emanated from the ancient painting, as if it resonated with the soul in the body, and even Qin Yang could feel that the soul was about to be pulled out.

Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for about half a minute before it calmed down.

Lan Yuexiang's face was pale, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the blank ancient painting, she asked in puzzlement, "Brother Qin, what is this ancient painting? It seems to have come out of hell."

"It's called the painting of seven souls. It is said that the souls of all things can be drawn on it and integrated into the body, which is recognized by the Dao of Heaven." Qin Yang said lightly.

"Painting soul?"

Lan Yuexiang widened Shui Ling's eyes.

Qin Yang nodded, and explained his plan to separate the souls of Meng Yutong and the Shura banshee.

Hearing Qin Yang's crazy idea, the little girl was very surprised.

But in the face of his request, there was nothing he could do: "Brother Qin, it's not that I don't want to help you. It's just that no one in this world has ever painted a soul, not even Ma Liang, the ancestor of the magic brush."

"You asked me to draw the souls of Sister Yutong and Senior Shura, but also fit perfectly with their bodies. This...it's really impossible, I can't do it."

"It's okay, I believe you can do it." Qin Yang patted her shoulder and smiled.

"but I--"

"Just treat it as something I entrusted to you before I die, okay?" Qin Yang interrupted the girl, looking at her sincerely.

Lan Yuexiang was silent.

In the end, he nodded helplessly: "Okay, I will try."

"Thank you."

Qin Yang caressed the girl's snow-white and delicate cheeks, and said with a smile, "If I can survive this time, I will wait for you for two years before marrying you."

The girl's face turned red again.

(End of this chapter)