My brother carried the doomsday

Chapter 36 36. One step at a time

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The dark shadow puppet flower, a "flower" made of countless skins, was submerged in his palm.

Penetrate into pores and flow into blood vessels.

Xia Yuan shook his palms, and then flattened his arms.

On the inner side of the forearm, his blood vessels had become a pitch-black "net", and the black, evil blood was flowing in it.

What followed was an update on the information in front of his retina:

[Hermit: insight, divination, painting skin (consolidation of state of mind - three years and four months)]

"Painted skin?"

Look away.

Self-explanatory information emerges in the mind.

Painted skin, you can change the skin with just one thought.

"How is this going?"

Xia Yuan thought about the scene where he fought the shadow puppet before.

Because the initial battle was based on the improvement of Ning Bao's power, he destroyed many shadow puppets, and those burned shadow puppets began to fuse.

One hundred skins were blasted out and fused into fifty.

The newly generated 25 skins were destroyed, and [-] skins were merged.

With each fusion, the power of the shadow puppets will become stronger.

In the end, the shadow puppet became the only one, and then it was his turn to be suppressed and beaten.

However, the lock-in time for the tyrant's talent had come, so he directly re-locked the only shadow puppet, and then bombarded him.

After killing the shadow puppet, he directly absorbed the "ashes" of the shadow puppet.

Through divination, hexagrams calculate "good luck".

It's not that he hasn't considered the possibility of evil spirits possessing him, but that subtle feeling is giving him a mentality of "slowly digesting this ashes".

He also considered whether it was a sensory deception, but when he was in the carriage before, after his [Hermit] talent in front of his retina, he began to add information faintly, and a feeling of "coming to possess new power" was also produced.

This can't be cheating, can it?
"Then try"

Xia Yuan took a step forward, his thoughts moved a little, and his skin suddenly had a "real" change.

head sideways.

The bronze mirror showed the appearance of an old man with white hair, hooked nose, and sinister eyes.

He plucked a hair, and it turned out to be white hair, and it was withered, the kind of hair that an octogenarian has.

He turned around again, turning around in a circle.

The skin has "real" changes again.

Xia Yuan turned his head to look into the bronze mirror again, this time there was a young girl in the bronze mirror, watery and glamorous, with black hair hanging down her shoulders, covering her thin and lovely shoulders, this girl turned out to be him The red-clothed woman I had seen in the shadow puppet troupe before.

"Oh my God"

No matter how calm Xia Yuan was, he couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and what was horrifying was that his voice was also a woman's voice.

He took a few steps, and the girl in the mirror also took a few steps.

He was lying in front of the mirror, looking at the completely different body shape, height, and even weight from the white-haired old man just now, and he was a little absent-minded for a while.

Xia Yuan retreated a certain distance and continued to try.

Rough men, hunters in the mountains, elegant sons, butchers with sloppy faces, plain women, dignified scholars, majestic knights, petite children.
A pair of appearances appeared in front of the mirror.

But soon, Xia Yuan discovered something.

"It seems that there are only one hundred fixed images, which should be the original composition of the shadow puppet. It's a pity that every time the body changes, the clothes cannot be changed, which is a shortcoming.

Then, if the strange power is strong enough to a certain level, it can be absorbed as part of the talent, or is it just because the painting skin fits the hermit talent, so it is absorbed, or is it some other reason?
In addition, the way of absorption is through blood, so what does this have to do with seeing the 'immortal' after the collapse of the Nine Layers Lock, after all, it is all through blood."

He muttered to himself, asking these questions back.

Just about to study again, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Not long after, the teacher's wife's voice came: "Yuan'er, are you asleep?"

"I have not slept yet."

Ning Xiaoran paused in front of the door, "Master has something to tell you, can you come in?"

Xia Yuan walked towards the door, the first step was an old man, the second step was a young man, the third step was a young girl, and the fourth step turned into himself again, then he opened the door and said gently: "Master, what are you doing?" gone?"

Ning Xiaoran was holding a small purple casserole in her hand, she hurried into the room, put the yellow wooden tray on the table, then she didn't take off the lid immediately for fear that the soup would get cold, she just said: "Close the door, Mrs. beside."

"Ah."

Xia Yuan complied, obeyed, then sat down and sniffed, a strong smell of meat mixed with a little medicinal smell came to his nostrils, the teacher's wife is very good at craftsmanship, this fragrance can be said to be very fragrant and tempting to move one's index finger up.

Xia Yuan's eyes lit up, and he swallowed.

He was brought up by his mother-in-law since he was a child. Even though he has some experience before time travel, it has already been covered by the experience of this life.

"What's the matter, mistress?"

"Yuan'er, tell my wife honestly, how much relationship do you have with the White Dragon King?"

Xia Yuan thought of the relationship between himself and Ning Bao, and suddenly fell silent.

He didn't want to lie in front of his wife.

Therefore, he chose to remain silent.

Looking at his appearance, Ning Xiaoran considerately turned the question into a multiple-choice question: "Then, is your relationship good or not?"

Xia Yuan: "Okay."

"True, or not true?"

"real."

Ning Xiaoran wondered: "The old ancestor can actually chat with you? So, it's not that there is a generation gap between Teacher and you, but between you and Teacher?"

Xia Yuan smiled and didn't know how to explain it.

The appearance of Ning Bao's ancestor is also displayed in front of outsiders.

Ning Xiaoran said: "Then you and the White Dragon King, are you together?"

She raised her two thumbs up, clenched her fists and approached, waggled her fingers, and nodded again, which meant that she could understand it at a glance.

Xia Yuan shook his head directly, "No."

Ning Xiaoran was dumbfounded.

It took her a long time to react, "Really?"

"There is nothing between me and Ning Bao."

Ning Xiaoran coughed twice.

In this world, you are the only one who can call her Ning Bao.

Others call them either White Dragon King, Old Ancestor, or Grand Master Zhenguo, and even if they call them by their first names, it is Ning Wuxie.
She looked at the child she raised like a monster, and suddenly she asked curiously in a low voice: "Is that you petting her, or is she petting you?"

As soon as the words were asked, Zhu Zhenyue coughed from outside the door
"Ma'am, how old are you, stop gossiping"

Ning Xiaoran smiled awkwardly, then leaned over and said: "Your master is eavesdropping, next time my wife will chat with you while he's not here, this is a pot of fragrant meat with herbs, you can eat it while it's hot."

After saying that, Ning Xiaoran got up and went out. Outside the door came the conversation between her and Lao Zhu, as well as some small quarrels between husband and wife, and vaguely heard words such as "how are you like Lingyun".

Xia Yuan smiled, feeling very warm.

Uncover the casserole.

The delicacy rushed into the air along with the steaming heat, and he only took a short inhalation, and the aroma penetrated into two coils of white snakes and entered his nose.

"It's delicious."

(End of this chapter)