Staring at these words, Jiang Ying thought about it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The big round pool he was staying in when he first saw Fuyao should be the holy pool, and scooping a little water in it can stabilize her soul, which must not be possible with ordinary pool water.

Although it is said that the people riding the white horse are not necessarily princes, but they may also be Tang monks, but it must be the holy lord who is soaking in the holy pool——- at this time she remembered that she had specially told herself in the Ning Hall that she could not call the holy lord by his name, this is not obvious enough.

But this result obviously made Jiang Ying feel a little depressed——- the records of people of this status would definitely be written very secretively, and they would never be placed in a place that could be easily investigated.

Is it true that you can only wait for Fuyao to reveal everything to her?

Jiang Ying felt very unwilling, but she didn't want to give up just like that.

After putting the previous "History of the Ancient Demon World" back in its place, Jiang Ying was about to look for any books that might contain information about Fuyao, but felt a little strange on a bookshelf not far away.

To be exact, it's a little strange that there are paintings on the wall next to the bookshelf.

The walls on this floor are very clean and free of ornaments, so a glance at this hanging painting is particularly eye-catching.

Jiang Ying had already suffered many times from curiosity and killed the cat, and reason told her that she should not get close to the hanging painting, but Jiang Ying hesitated for a long time, and still secretly walked towards the hanging painting.

So sometimes, people's bad luck is really their own doing......

However, Jiang Ying also has a long memory, this time she walked over without rashness, and deliberately controlled the flying magic weapon to jingle on the wooden floor in front of the painting for a long time, and made sure that there was no prohibition on the wooden floor that would suddenly fall down or teleport away, so she walked to the front of the hanging painting and looked at it carefully.

This is a picture of a person.

Three girls of different shapes but very delicate and touching sat under a tall tree, one in a long fiery red dress fell into the ear of the other girl in blue and said something, and the girl in white lay on the lap of the girl in the red dress as if asleep.

There were also three men on the tree, one in Tsing Yi and one in dark red were talking and laughing, and in the distance there was a young man in black sitting on the branch, his face looked a little gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Jiang Ying inexplicably felt a little familiar.

Have you seen these people somewhere?

Jiang Ying took out the dagger that she had swirled back to her before, carefully carried the dagger and gently poked the hanging painting with the handle of the dagger, only to see that the hanging painting was swaying from side to side with her movements, and it looked like it was indeed an ordinary hanging painting.

She finally put her mind at ease and re-examined the painting in front of her——- she really felt that the people in the painting were a little familiar, but for a moment she couldn't remember where she had seen a similar painting.

Especially the girl in the red dress who was pillowed by the girl in white and said something in the ear of the girl in blue, she was really too familiar.

The characters on the picture look very kind, except for the young man in black, and the tone of the whole painting is also very warm and bright. Looking at it, Jiang Ying unconsciously stretched out her hand to touch the cheek of the girl in the red dress on the screen.

The moment her fingers touched the girl in the red dress, the picture moved——-

The girl in the red dress actually raised her head and smiled at Jiang Ying.

Jiang Ying felt that her scalp was about to explode.

Is this a ghost painting? Is this going to be haunted by the blue sky and daytime? Sure enough, you shouldn't touch this painting, right?

Why can't you control your hands!!

The girl in the red dress only smiled for a moment, and the whole painting turned into a slender whirlpool, but Jiang Ying was swallowed up in an instant.

If you are still so cheap next time, let the flowing fire cry in your ear for three days and three nights, "Why do you owe so much" to remember it for a long time......

The last moment when she was sucked into the whirlpool, Jiang Ying thought so.

Fortunately, the hanging painting was just an existence equivalent to a 'portal' used for teleportation, and there was nothing else abnormal after being sucked in, and Jiang Ying was thrown into an empty small room after a while.

The rooms are small, and they look like only three or four square meters in modern house size. It is said to be empty because in such a small room, there are no windows, no doors, wooden walls on all sides, and wooden floors at the feet.

The only furnishing in the whole room is a small coffee table about the height of Jiang Ying's knees, and in the middle of the coffee table is a wooden box without a lid, and in the box is a dark red velvet backing, and in the center of the interlining, there is a round transparent sphere.

The orb was the size of her two clenched fists, and there were wisps of colored smoke ——-or streamers, swimming and twisting slowly, looking very gorgeous and very weird.

The hand can't be owed, it really can't be owed anymore!

Jiang Ying secretly told herself.

It's been passed to this ghost knows what it's used for because of the owe of the hand, how to get out is still a problem, if the hand yawn to touch the brilliant and weird transparent ball again, the ghost knows what will happen?

But...... But I really can't help it......

Forget it, it's a big deal to let the flowing fire howl in your ears for three days and three nights, 'Why do you owe so much?' for now, let's see what's so strange about the ball.

Jiang Ying's eyes closed and his heart was horizontal, and he reached out and took the ball in his hand.

Countless pictures rushed past in front of him, obviously it was just a fleeting thing, but Jiang Ying felt that a long and thousands of years had passed.

The ......one who smiled innocently, with a faint dimple at the corner of his mouth, would say to the girl in red, "Hagi, do you like the world I gave you?"

Is it Fuyao?

Jiang Ying suddenly felt very tired, it was obviously someone else's story, why was she so tired from watching it.

It's really a long, long story......

The walls of the originally empty room twisted again, and it was Yao Ji and Fu Yao who broke in. When the two of them stood still and saw clearly the transparent ball that Jiang Ying was holding in his hand, they all sighed in unison.

It's too late.

"I'm sorry, I seem to have moved something I shouldn't have moved...... Jiang Ying put the ball back on the flannel of the wooden box, and then bowed deeply to Yaoji and replied softly.

"I ......" Yao Ji didn't know whether to treat her as Hagi or Jiang Ying for a while, and looked at Fuyao as if asking for help.

"Ah Ying, ...... you" Fu Yao just wanted to say something, but Jiang Ying shook his head and smiled a little tiredly.

"Fuyao, you're 'Fuyao', right?"