"You ......" Tang Zhizhang's pupils dilated several times, and his body involuntarily retreated two steps, "Ghost!"

He screamed, turned around and wanted to move away from the terrifying-looking "Little Zhi Girl" in front of him.

But "Miss Xiaozhi" didn't intend to let him go, as soon as she stretched out her hand, she grabbed Tang Zhizhang's sleeve, making him unable to move, and asked at the same time, "Where is Childe going?"

The voice is still as sweet as before, but it seems to come from the belly, and it is a little dull.

"You let go of me, let go of me...... Please!" Tang Zhizhang was extremely frightened, his voice became a lot sharper, and while he was desperately tugging at his sleeve, he pleaded with his mouth, and tears of snot flowed out of his nose and tears.

This "Xiaozhi girl" chuckled lightly, and said in a complaining tone, "Tang Gongzi also said last night that he would protect the little girl for the rest of her life, why did she change her mind today?"

At the same time, one of its slender hands had poked out of its sleeve, and the nails of its five fingers had grown rapidly and turned black, containing a faint black-purple mist on it, which had taken the beating heart in Tang Zhizhang's chest.

As soon as he came into contact with these black-purple mist, Tang Zhizhang suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave, his body suddenly cooled down, and his blood seemed to be frozen.

He lost control of his body in an instant, and could only watch as the five fingers of "Little Zhi Girl" grabbed like eagle claws.

At this moment, the other arm fell on his shoulder.

"Wow"!

Zhao Ting pinched Tang Zhizhang's shoulder, gently tugged him, lifted him up, and put him beside him. The right sleeve of Tang Zhizhang's robe was violently torn by Zhao Ting, and it was directly broken into two, and only one of the rags was left in the hands of "Miss Xiaozhi".

Seeing that the plan to kidnap Tang Zhizhang as a hostage failed, "Xiaozhi Girl" knew that something was wrong, turned around suddenly, and rushed to the window of the wing room, wanting to jump out of the window to escape.

Before she could reach the window, Zhao Ting's eyes were already filled with a trace of coldness, and without hesitation, he slapped it and directly slapped the "Xiaozhi girl" into a "paper man", sticking it to the wall, but it couldn't be buckled.

Then I looked back at the ancient painting that fell to the ground and had been split in half by Zhao Ting. Sure enough, the beauty in the painting was gone, leaving only two pieces of cracked white paper, lying empty on the ground.

Seeing this strange scene in front of him, Tang Zhizhang only felt that his limbs were paralyzed and he sat down on the ground weakly.

Wang Junwei also knew that the two of them had met "ominous" at this time, and seeing that the "Xiaozhi girl" was stuck to the wall and did not move, he breathed a sigh of relief, walked two steps to Zhao Ting's side, and called softly, "Cousin......"

Seeing that Zhao Ting didn't speak with a dark face, Wang Junwei also knew that he was angry, so he smiled and said, "Cousin, it's good that you came in time, otherwise Brother Tang and I would really be bad for that monster's poisonous hand......"

"Just in time?" Zhao Ting turned his head and glared at him fiercely, and with a thought, he took out a bronze mirror from the box and threw it to Wang Junwei, "Hmph, you can take a good look at yourself." ”

Wang Junwei took the bronze mirror and looked at the mirror. At this glance, he was immediately taken aback, who was this middle-aged man with a withered face in the mirror?

This man is himself.

"I, how did I become like this?" Wang Junwei's eyes widened, and he reached out to touch his face in despair and horror, as if he refused to believe what he saw in the mirror.

After stroking his face for a moment, he seemed to remember something, turned back to look at Tang Zhizhang, and said in his mouth, "Brother Tang, Brother Tang......"

When Tang Zhizhang responded to him weakly, he found that Tang Zhizhang's face had shriveled into an old face at some point, and his face was wrinkled, like a shrunken walnut, looking like fifty or sixty years old.

"Brother Tang, you ......"

The two looked at each other, and they both saw despair in their eyes.

"Cousin," Wang Junwei turned his head, as if the drowning man had grabbed the last straw, "Cousin, Brother Tang and I are ...... What's wrong? We ......."

Zhao Ting glanced at Tang Zhizhang, who was sitting on the ground, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and then said, "What's the matter? ”

"What did you two do last night, and where did you get this painting on the ground?"

As soon as these two questions were asked, Wang Junwei suddenly froze, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Last night...... Huamanlou held an art exhibition, and the paintings in the exhibition were all ...... They are all portraits of the "Oiran" in the building, which painting is taken, it means that you can win the first prize of the Oiran in the painting, and its spring breeze is a time, therefore, Brother Tang and I ...... Forehead ......"

Zhao Ting looked at him and said, "So this painting was taken by the two of you from the art exhibition?"

Wang Junwei nodded and continued to explain, "Not long after we took this picture, a woman in palace clothes walked in from outside the door, claiming to be the Oiran in the painting, named "Xiaozhi". Because the painting was taken by me and Brother Tang together, we both have a share in it, and we both ......."

Speaking of this, Wang Junwei paused and didn't say anything, while Zhao Ting glanced at him with disgust on his face and asked, "What about the painting, who sent the painting?"

At this time, Tang Zhizhang, who had been sitting on the ground and did not speak, suddenly spoke, "Paint...... The painting was sent by a turtle man, and the turtle boy had a black mole on his lips, which was easy to identify, and I, I, I will go to him now, and ask him for clarification. ”

He was about to sit up, but he found that there was no pain in his body, his legs and feet were sore, his waist was weak, and he couldn't stand up.

"Forget it, you better not go," Zhao Ting saw his old and weak appearance, and hurriedly stopped, "Let's let Junwei go, his face can at least be seen in its original appearance, and it can be recognized, and Brother Tang, your current appearance, even if you go, I'm afraid that the turtle prince won't be able to recognize who you are." ”

“......”

This knife is piercing Tang Zhizhang's heart, it can be described as ruthless and spicy, and Tang Zhizhang's heart is cold.

Wang Junwei was also a little speechless, glanced back at Tang Zhizhang, sighed, and walked out of the wing room to find the turtle father.

Not long after, a turtle man in a short black robe walked in behind Wang Junwei.

"It's him, it's him. ”

Seeing this black-robed turtle male, Tang Zhizhang's expression suddenly became a little excited, and he wanted to sit up, but he couldn't do it, and it caused a violent cough.

Zhao Ting patted his back lightly, and at the same time persuaded, "Brother Tang, your physical condition, let's take it easy, don't pass without breathing." ”

“......”

Seeing that he didn't cough anymore, Zhao Ting raised his head, glanced at Wang Junwei, and then pointed to the ancient painting on the ground that was already beautifully decorated with prayers, and asked the black-robed turtle fairly, "You sent this painting?"