Grab the C position in the heart of Ao Jiao Di Shao

Chapter 1071 Taking Paintings (2)

Mo Xi who developed the virus, Master Luoshen, the top painter in China, Luo Wuya, the top cheongsam master, Smith who taught Tier hacking techniques...

These people are the root of Xiyoumen's crime, and the painting "Digression" is the key to unlocking this crime.

Poor Ti'er, she didn't know the meaning of this painting, but it was just the last gift from the "long-winded grandpa" she admired since she was a child, and it was also her longing for that man.

Such a simple Tier...became a victim of this crime.

Thinking of this, Qiao Chengxun couldn't bear to interrupt, "Tie, it's meaningless to keep this painting."

A poignant smile curled up on the corner of Wen Tier's lips, and her tone was full of regret, "Grandpa Suoyong had been painting this painting for a long time, it's not as simple as you think, and this painting contains the secrets of me and Luo Li, Just like that, I will never know what the secret is for the rest of my life."

After hearing his wife's regret, Qiao Chengxun wished to change his mind immediately, but he was very clear and sober that this painting could not stay in the world.

"You really want to know the secret?"

"Don't you want to know?" Wen Ti'er asked back.

Qiao Chengxun replied very positively: "I don't want to."

Wen Tier: "..."

Qiao Yan Wang, you are the most unique!
Wen Ti'er looked and looked greedily, and finally felt reluctant to give up, so she handed the painting to him, "Here it is, don't let me see it while it's burning."

Qiao Chengxun took the painting, got up and went out.

Wen Ti'er didn't want to watch such a cruel scene, but she couldn't help but follow out after all.

Ah Lin came over with the lighter and diesel, first handed the lighter to Qiao Chengxun, and then unscrewed the diesel bottle.

Looking at this famous painting worth 5 million yuan, Ah Lin looked regretful, "Young Master Qiao, do you really want to burn 5 million yuan?"

Qiao Chengxun said in a deep voice, "It's a relief for Ti'er to burn it."

Ah Lin sighed and raised the diesel oil, "Then I'm drenched."

Qiao Chengxun nodded and said no more.

A Lin lifted the diesel bottle up, and was about to pour it on the painting, when a blocking voice suddenly came from behind: "It can't be burned, this painting can't be burned!"

It wasn't Wen Ti'er who spoke, but Mama.

Mama ran over panting, and said anxiously: "This painting must not be burned. For the sake of Xiaolizi's life, this painting must be kept!"

Hearing this, both Qiao Chengxun and A Lin frowned.

Wen Ti'er came over and asked curiously: "Mama, do you know something?"

Mama looked at the children she had brought up, a trace of regret flashed in her eyes, and she let out a long sigh, "Hey... you guys hurry up and take the painting in, let's go in and talk about it."

Wen Ti'er snatched the painting back immediately, fearing that the man named A Lin would pour diesel oil on the painting again.

Everyone went back to the house and sat on the sofa.

Mama took the painting in her hand, looked at the two children in the painting, and the corners of her lips curled into a sad arc.

"I asked Luoshen to draw this painting. Not only are the blueprints of the twelve viruses hidden in the painting, but also the antidote for the twelve viruses."

"What did you say?" Qiao Chengxun looked excitedly at the old nun who was over half a century old, and told him intuitively that this woman must know something.

Mama sighed, "Mr. Qiao, Xiaoli should have told you something. He said that he missed one person, and I am also one of the founders."

Qiao Chengxun's eyes were cold, if Ti'er wasn't here, he would have killed this woman with his own hands!
Wen Ti'er was confused and couldn't help asking: "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand a word?"

(End of this chapter)