At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

In the inn, Xiao Ruolin sighed as he looked at Liu Xuer, who was timid and curled up her head.

This beautiful woman, he couldn't speak the language, nor did he know sign language.

Now half a day has passed, and he only knows her name.

Zishu pushed Xiao Ruolin's hand with his elbow, stared at Liu Xuer's charming eyes, and smiled foolishly: "Master, why are you sighing? I think this woman is okay. She looks like a vixen. I'm so rare!"

After saying that, he licked his lips. He looked like a pig brother, and he didn't look like a good person.

Xiao Ruolin rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily: "Stop talking nonsense here. The most urgent thing is to think about how to deal with her."

"Hehe! Why don't we take her back to the Soul-Binding Pavilion? The Soul-Binding Pavilion is so big now, can't it afford to support a woman?" Zishu rubbed his hands and laughed evilly.

It's no wonder that he looked like this. The dancers in Xichu have an exotic style, especially those like Liu Xuer, who are not bad in appearance. A kind of hazy beauty can be said to be itchy.

A purple gauze skirt wrapped around her exquisite curves, her hair was casually scattered on her shoulders, her eyes were watery, her nose was high, her rosy lips were gently pursed, and her whole body was full of a faint temptation.

Xiao Ruolin glanced at him and said in a deep voice: "Look at your little achievements, shameful!"

Hearing this, Zishu was unhappy, and he said with a wronged face: "Master, you are like this, so you are naturally not short of women, but you are a full man who doesn't know the hunger of a hungry man! I want to be as handsome as you, why do I have to look like a pig brother."

Speaking of which, he is more than 43 years old, and was framed and imprisoned in the Dali Temple when he was 20 years old.

Since the age of 20, when he was full of blood, there was no woman in the prison of the Dali Temple, not to mention a female mouse.

In recent years, he has placed his heart on the Soul Binding Pavilion and put all his thoughts into building the Soul Binding Pavilion. Now that the Soul Binding Pavilion has finally made progress, he naturally wants to find a woman to live with.

As long as he is a man, who can be immune?

Listening to Zishu's resentful words, Xiao Ruolin rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Liu Xuer looked at the boy who was more beautiful than a woman with a curious look, and finally stopped at the sickly white hair.

She had never thought that there would be a man in the world who was more beautiful than herself, especially the other's eyes, which revealed a kind of clarity and cleanliness, like a clear spring, making her feel like she couldn't help but get close to him.

Liu Xuer secretly cursed herself for being a flower maniac, and quickly retracted her gaze, lowered her head, and her cheeks were slightly red.

Because of the language barrier, she competed with Lin Mengyao.

Seeing her index finger and thumb used together, as if she was writing something, Lin Mengyao suddenly realized and made a gesture to Xiao Ruolin.

Xiao Ruolin frowned, and was about to speak when he was held down by Zishu.

"Hey! Pavilion Master, how can I trouble you with such a small matter." Zishu held Xiao Ruolin's hand, then stood up and shouted to the waiter: "Waiter! Bring me a pen and paper, my son needs it!"

"Okay, sir!" The waiter responded, bending down and groping around on the counter.

Soon, the waiter took out a stack of rice paper and ink and walked out. After giving the pen and paper to Zishu, he bowed and left.

Zishu pushed the pen and paper to Liu Xuer, then propped up his chin and admired the beauty in front of him.

Liu Xuer nodded slightly to Xiao Ruolin after getting the pen and paper, and then lowered her head to start drawing.

The pen draws the mountains and rivers, and the ink dyes the mountains and rivers.

I saw Liu Xuer's slender jade fingers moving on the rice paper, and the rice paper that was originally empty gradually had a pattern.

After a while, Liu Xuer finished the last stroke, put down the pen and ink, and looked up at Xiao Ruolin.

When Zishu took the rice paper and looked at it, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and opened his mouth wide enough to fit two eggs.

Because, what was painted on the rice paper was a series of majestic mountains, with green pines and cypresses covering the sky.

This kind of painting skills can be called a masterpiece of nature.

But what is eye-catching is that under the mountains and cypresses, there are densely packed people standing.

Those people have a form but no soul, and have eyes but no pupils, and in front of those people, there is a messy figure painted with ink.

Liu Xuer pointed at Xiao Ruolin, and just when Xiao Ruolin was puzzled, Liu Xuer pointed at the messy figure again.

In an instant, Zishu and Lin Mengyao looked at Xiao Ruolin at the same time.

A gloomy and weird atmosphere of horror spread, as if the painting was not a landscape at all but a scene of death.

At this moment, the whole inn was silent.

Only Liu Xu was left.

Xiao Ruolin also sensed this strange atmosphere. He squinted his eyes and stared at the portrait in the painting for a long time without saying a word.

"No! What do you mean?" Zishu asked angrily.

For some reason, when he saw the portrait in the painting and thought of the Pavilion Master, he couldn't help sweating and his back felt cold.

He always felt that the person in the painting was the Pavilion Master...

He presented such a strange painting to them, and then compared the most ominous portrait in it to the Pavilion Master.

This guy! What is his intention!

Zishu stood up and stared at Liu Xuer with a pair of intimidating eyes.

At this moment, there was no beauty in his eyes, no charming color, only a cold and murderous intention.

Zishu's actions frightened Liu Xuer's delicate body and she quickly hid in Lin Mengyao's arms.

An old-time killer who licks blood on the tip of his knife can suffocate an ordinary person with murderous intent.

What's more, Zishu is still a free-spirited cultivator, and the true energy with murderous intent unconsciously emanates from his body. Even Lin Mengyao's face turned pale when she was shocked by this murderous intent.

In Zishu's eyes, the Pavilion Master is above everything else, and matters related to the Pavilion Master must be placed in the first place in his heart.

No matter how much gold and silver there are, or how beautiful a woman is, they are not as good as the Pavilion Master.

"Zishu, sit down." Xiao Ruolin spoke slowly.

Zishu glared at Liu Xuer with dissatisfaction, and sat back down after a cold snort.

Xiao Ruolin glanced at the painting on the table lightly, and had no idea in his mind.

What exactly did the other party want to express...?

"What a shocking painting, interesting and interesting..."

Suddenly, a magnetic voice came from the ear.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and saw that a middle-aged man in black clothes had appeared in the inn without knowing when.

The middle-aged man had a somewhat elegant and scholarly look on his face. He put his hands behind his back and walked slowly into the inn.

"Huh? This painting..." The middle-aged man stared at the painting on the table, and a strange look appeared on his face.

He was about to step forward and stretched out his hand to pick up the painting made by Liu Xuer and look at it carefully.

However, the next second, a figure flashed and moved.

A gust of fist wind whistled, and it attacked the middle-aged man with a sound of breaking wind.

The middle-aged man stepped wrong and quickly avoided it. Then he raised his eyes and stared at Zishu, and a trace of surprise flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"This boxing method seems unheard of. May I ask what the name of the boxing method is?"

Zishu shouted in a deep voice and responded: "I'll give you the Piao Piao Fist!"

Then, another fierce punch came and hit the rude man.