my avatar drama

Chapter 48
painted skin.

A strange skill that matches the painting style of the boundary time and space where this fragment was produced.

Wan Yi's impression of painted skin is only Liaozhai Zhiyi's ghost painted skin, and a movie in which the heroine is a fox demon who uses painted skin to seduce his sweetheart.The scene of the movie heroine shedding her human skin had quite a strong impact on Wan Yi.

"That is to say, can our scaring methods increase?"

"Great!"

"But in the movie, the hostess looked like a monster under the skin, and we are still human with the skin off, so the impact is not so strong."

"Indeed, we are too handsome, and the painted skin can't scare anyone."

"Well... Although we are all ourselves, I think this kind of narcissism is still a bit unacceptable..."

"Just being able to take off the human skin is scary enough, don't worry about it! Main body, use it!"

The avatars said very excitedly.

Wan Yidao: "Since it came from that world, the ones related to the painted skin are those holster bugs, right?"

"Indeed, the only ones who can play with leather cases in that world are bugs."

"Good start!"

"You better say it's just bugs."

Ignore ambiguous remarks.

In fact, Wan Yi has always been interested in making the skins of those bugs. After all, they don't seem to have too many restrictions on making skins, as long as they are animals.

The envoy accidentally caught the Tao, which is amazing.

However, Wan Yi still didn't use it immediately, but went to the theater instead.

As soon as they came up, they saw Reid and the devil chatting while looking at the debris piled up into a hill in the theater open space.

"The man is finally here." The devil looked at Wan Yi and said.

"I'm going to trouble you for the ending this time." Wan Yi thanked the demon lord.

"It's a small matter. After all, you'll get tired of sleeping at home every day. It's good to do some activities occasionally. The ritual of Liangren Dao's development is really powerful, and the two projection summons are doing well so far." The demon master waved his hand and smiled.

It's hard to imagine that the handsome uncle with a tough appearance and easy-going tone in front of him is the terrifying existence that ate five hundred sacrifices that night and projected a part of his own body.

This is also thanks to Liang Rendao's help.

The sacrificial ceremony was also researched after he cooperated with Liang Rendao and continued to try.

In the first version of the design, Wan Yi and his avatars were even asked to dance together, and the picture was very abstract.However, that version worked well in pleasing the objects of sacrifice, and the majestic demon lord was almost killed laughing in the theater.

Fortunately, Liang Rendao did not do too badly, and finally changed it into the current appearance after several revisions.

He looked at the debris piled up in front of him.

"These are the fragments that I forcibly dug up after smashing the spaceship. At that time, the boundary line seemed to be trying to resist...I'm not sure, because it feels a little weak." The demon lord spread his hands.

Wan also began to check what the pile of fragments were.

After a glance, it was found that it was not possible to discern in detail what the shadows in these fragments were.

This is also the dilemma of most refugees. To identify the fragments, one can only make vague inferences through the shadows in the fragments, but if the things inside are too complicated, it is obviously impossible to recognize them clearly, and one can only find someone from Wanbi to confirm.

Wan Yi took a rough look, and combined with the source of these fragments, it is not difficult to guess that these fragments should all be related to that huge spaceship.

Some of them can be seen from the outline to be the outline of the spacecraft, which probably belong to the fragments of the spacecraft, while some other things are very complicated, and even some fragments do not even have a specific image inside. Wan Yi feels that he has touched the blind spot of his knowledge.

"Do you think the good man will know?" Wan Yi asked.

Reid looked at the devil obediently and quietly, puzzled.

The demon master said: "He is not playing science and cultivating immortals, no matter how clever he is, he will not be able to reach this point."

Wan Ye nodded.

It is indeed a bit difficult.

Although he felt that it was not particularly unacceptable for Daogu Xianfeng Liang Rendao in a white robe to wear glasses to do scientific research, but forgive him for thinking of that scene and still wanting to laugh.

"Let's keep it for now. After I study the situation of the Wanbi people, I will take a closer look and decide whether to keep these fragments." Wan Yi said after rubbing the fragments in his hand.

After sweeping these potentially valuable fragments into the corner of the theater, Wan Yi began to ask about Reid's recent situation. Reid hadn't changed much recently, but sometimes he would come to the theater to watch when he was bored by himself. .

For him now, the theater is probably his real second home.

Even though there might be no one there when he came up, he could read the stories of the seniors to learn about their past.

Sometimes you can get some inspiration from it.

He has been reading the script of the devil recently, and he feels very interesting.

After the three chatted for a while, Wan Yi and the Demon Lord said goodbye one after another.

Reid planned to stay for a while, and picked up the black-covered script of the Demon Lord again and sat in the first row of the auditorium to read silently.

The only sound left in the theater was the turning of pages.

After a long time, the side door of the theater was opened.

A figure very strange to Rhett stepped into the theater.

The other party was wearing a thin, unremarkable and somewhat baggy gray dress. It looked a bit worn out, with many damaged hems, but what was revealed under the clothes was a solid body of muscles.

However, the opponent's body was not strong enough, he looked very lean, and his neat short black hair was slightly curled at the end, shaking slightly as he walked.

But it was his eyes that impressed Rhett most.

His eyes were bigger than that round face, and the pupils were silver-gray, very beautiful. With the change of light, it seemed that there were snowflakes flying inside.

People in the play I don't know.

But according to Rhett's understanding, he could only be the one in front of him in the play, whose name is... Fukong.

The other party was expressionless, and had a very strong aura of not getting close to strangers.

Reid could feel the powerful spirit bursting out from the opponent.

Strong blood, the will to break through the extreme, in Reid's world view, no such human has been seen so far.Even the first group of righteous men who had been carefully trained by him were nothing in front of this person.

"Newcomer?" The other party stopped in front of Reid, and his eyes swept over Reid, which made Reid feel like he was being penetrated, which was not very comfortable.

"Yes." Rhett nodded slightly.

"Good sword intent, but not pure. But the gloomy blood can make up for some of the shortcomings." The other party told Reid's situation in a few words.

Although, the indifferent tone and attitude are not very comfortable.

"I'm not so good-tempered that I can be judged by an irrelevant person at the first meeting." Reid closed the script, and the gentle temperament on his body suddenly changed into a sharp-edged state, and the blood in his eyes looked a little gloomy.

If any blood other than Azura saw Reid in this state, they would kneel down immediately with trembling knees and beg for mercy.

But the eyes of the man in front of him are only slightly bright: "This looks more pleasing to the eye."

Reid frowned slightly: "If I offended me, I would like to apologize first, I don't intend to add unnecessary conflicts."

"No, you don't have any problem, it's just my problem." The other party said, "I'm here to find the devil."

"He just left."

"Then it seems that we won't be able to wait for him for a while."

"Do you have anything to do with him?"

"challenge."

"Ok?"

Rhett was puzzled.

challenge?

Is this word caused by the difference in concept of the person in front of him, or is it the literal meaning that Rhett understands?
In Reid's understanding, this should not be a "challenge", but a "discussion" and "asking for advice".

Although it is very rude, even if the person in front of him is really strong, in Rhett's view, there is still a big gap between him and the devil.

Saying it was a challenge, Reid couldn't see the possibility of the opponent winning.With a hundred years of experience, Rhett still has at least a little vision.If you want to challenge, there should be some chances of winning.

"Is your relationship with the devil bad?" Reid expressed his feelings.

The man looked at him, unmoved: "It's hard to say, but I hate him."

"why?"

"You don't need to know." The man looked at him and said, "You have accepted his guidance."

Rhett nodded.

"That's fine, let me replace you."

"Please don't talk to yourself."

"You look very gentle, just to hide the beast in your blood." The other party said.

Rhett narrowed his eyes.

Obviously, in terms of eyesight alone, the opponent is not bad at all.

"Well, it seems that not all the characters in the play are so easy to get along with." Reid went to the bookshelf and placed the devil's script.

Then the two walked into the backstage of the theater together.

"Have you ever shot with all your strength in the theater?" Halfway through, the other party asked aloud.

"No."

"That's right, let me take this opportunity to tell you. In the theater, you can use it freely, because all of us are immortal here. No matter how many times our bodies are smashed, we can stand up again in the blink of an eye. ’ said the man.

Rhett listened, but didn't answer.

But he really didn't know this.

"And, the backstage of the theater can change the scene according to our thoughts. Although the real area will not be as large as it is shown, it can also imitate some special terrain or environment."

As he said that, the man flicked his fingers, the air flow fluctuated, and a tiny energy hit an inconspicuous lanyard through the air.

As the rope was pulled, the gloomy environment suddenly changed into a deserted street.

Reid was surprised by this change and said, "Thank you for letting me know."

"You're welcome, I just want you not to be too restrained later, otherwise it will end boringly."

The two stood at a distance.

"My name is Fukong." The man seemed to have just remembered to introduce himself.

"Red Fiddlestone." Rhett also reported his name.

Afterwards, he reached out and directly pierced his side, and pulled out a scarlet long sword from his flesh and blood. The hilt was black, entangled with ominous thorns, and decorated with blood-colored gemstones.

As for Fukong, his feet are stretched forward and backward, one hand is placed on his waist, and the other hand is raised forward, with the palm facing upwards.

The next moment, the figures of the two disappeared at the same time.

(End of this chapter)