My master is not good

Chapter 37
It is thousands of years old, and this painting is also many years old. According to archaeological knowledge, it is actually more than a thousand years old....The person in the painting for more than a thousand years, the fiancée of a thousand years...

This... Rao is her mood that has been flat for 22 years, and now she is a little fluctuating and curious. She wants to ask: Dare I ask, what is the age of your fiancée?Are you still alive?If alive, what would it look like now?elder?Or... the appearance in the painting? ...... The appearance of himself and the one in the painting are not that different, did he misunderstand who he is an acquaintance?
It is said that immortals can live forever, so what about his fiancée?Could it be that he is also a Taoist cultivating immortals, and he has already become an immortal?

Also, this person must have schizophrenia~~~ I just mentioned that his fiancée looks like he is going to kill someone, so what is causing this affectionate look?My heart turns a thousand times...

Di Yanyi looked at the woman's puzzled look, smiled lightly, shook the hand holding the painting, opened the scroll, and said, "Xiao Liu, what might you think of when you look at this painting?"

Cheng Xinyan looked up, and suddenly saw the person in the scroll at a close distance. She panicked inexplicably, her heart missed half a beat, her face turned pale, and several images suddenly appeared in her mind...

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The surrounding area was filled with white mist, and in the center of the field, purple clothes fluttered. The person in front of him turned around, and the song-like laughter kept echoing in his ears. An undisguisedly proud voice sounded: "Xiao Liu...?" She turned around again, and the purple clothes fluttered with her turning...

She turned her head and said to her again: "Do you think I'm beautiful? Hehe..."

Cheng Xinyan raised her head slightly, and she smiled sweetly in front of her... The purple gauze lingers... The skin is as thick as fat and can be broken by blowing, because the sky is not for the world... A painter can be described as the essence of a painter, with deep painting skills, and his paintings The thing in front of me is not much different from the person in front of me, except that what I see in person has more sense of reality and agility, but also, there is more corruption in the world, it is the viciousness and evil that almost ruin the whole agility picture deep...

Opening her mouth, she found that she couldn't say anything, the song-like laughter was still in her ears, but now it was a little more sinister, and that evil smile like a witch made her feel inexplicably afraid again. meaning……

"Xiao Liu...Xiao Liu, wake up..." Suddenly, another voice interjected, which felt very familiar, and made her somewhat panicked heart calm down inexplicably...

Slowly coming back to his senses, the man in front of him, with a pale face and slightly panicked eyes, held her shoulders with both hands and shook them gently. Di Yanyi was relieved to see the woman's eyes recover.

Cheng Xinyan came back to her senses, a little dazed, suppressed the inexplicable attachment to him from the bottom of her body, shook her head lightly, and touched her forehead, what's the matter, seeing the yellowed paper painting in the man's hand on the shoulder, her heart swelled. Surprised, he frowned and pushed away fiercely, and said lightly: "I'm fine..."

Di Yanyi followed closely and frowned, "Xiao Liu..." The woman ignored her, slowly withdrew her hand, and put the painting behind her. He only wanted her to remember who he was, but he didn't expect that this painting would Let her be stimulated, he felt a little guilty in his heart, clenched his fists, and a bloodthirsty flashed in his eyes, so he understood the reason why.

Cheng Xinyan always felt that some truth was faintly revealed, but it still needed time, so she took a breath, said less and read more, so as to protect herself wisely.

And, what relationship would he have with his fiancée?Thinking of the scene under the phantom god just now, the face that was not much different from that gave her a headache, and she felt a little more defensive towards the man in front of her.

(End of this chapter)