The little girl in the inn wanted to sleep, but she was distraught by his chattering state, and she couldn't sleep at all.

"Master, this kid is crazy, talking nonsense to the portrait, when has this happened, and he still doesn't let people sleep?"

Murong Yanran smiled and said, "How did he know that you were eavesdropping, you still blame him." ”

"Master, why are you so biased towards him and always talking to him?" the little girl protested, jumping out of bed.

"I'm not talking to him, that's what it's supposed to be, if you really want to sleep, turn off your senses, won't you be able to fall asleep?"

"But I'm not afraid that something will happen to him, so I have to listen to what is going on in his house. ”

"No, you can sleep well, just have Master watching. ”

"Alright, Master, I'm asleep. The little girl also jumped back into bed, not only turned off the induction, but even covered her head with a quilt, and fell asleep after a while.

Murong Yanran smiled kindly, her kindness will only be reflected to the apprentice, and her kindness and tolerance will only be used on the body, that is, Zhou Dingcheng sees her like a mouse sees a cat, and his legs tremble.

To her enemies, she is the god of killing, the god of pestilence.

After the apprentice fell asleep, her smile gradually retracted, and then became more and more solemn, even a little heavy.

She felt an inexplicable change brewing in the air, she had sensed this change for a while, but she couldn't find the source of the change, she thought that Han Ziping had sneaked in closer, but she didn't sense it carefully. Although Han Ziping is skilled, he can't fool her senses, and he can't even pass her apprentice's level.

Slowly, she sensed the change from her body, and then she realized that the source of the change brewing in the air was on the body.

What's he doing?

Murong Yanran asked in her heart.

Originally, she thought that she was just drawing, and wanted to accurately reproduce the scenes of the two murder scenes on paper, and she mistakenly thought that she had masochistic tendencies, but now she is not so sure.

She felt as if she was doing something now, paying tribute to the victims, just through his brushes and canvases, not the Buddhist and Taoist instruments.

But what about that change in the air, the Dharma will not cause this kind of change, especially if there is something bad in this change, as if something big is going to happen.

She didn't know what was going on, so she could only continue to stare at it, not daring to relax at all.

Murong Yanran sensed that something was happening, and it was impossible to stop it. Jun also sensed it.

"What's going on, what are you doing?" Xiao Jun jumped up from his chair and sensed it with his heart.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Dingcheng's sense was not so strong, thinking that something was wrong, so he hurriedly ran out.

"What are you running, it's fine. Not only was he fine, but he seemed to be doing something that made me uneasy. "Xiao Jun said.

"Damn, that's not an accident, can it be a good thing that can make you feel uneasy?" Zhou Dingcheng was trying to break free from Xiaojun's hand.

"It's really fine, he's still painting, but the paintings he painted this time are really unusual, and there is something special. Jun said ambiguously.

"You mean this, he may feel too aggrieved and use painting to vent. What's this, last time he also drew a painting fairy that could fly out. I might be able to draw one this time. Zhou Dingcheng was relieved again, sat back and drank a big bowl of wine to suppress the shock.

"Don't expect the people in his paintings to fly out this time, or you'll be a room full of devils asking for their lives. Jun snorted coldly.

"He's painting those dead people?" Zhou Dingcheng also understood, and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

If all the characters in this painting come to life, then it's really a ghost, unlike the last time it was Qiu Xiang, and what flew out was a painting fairy. This time, it's a demon, a demon full of anger. Is he doing it?

Li Xiangjun's piano had already stopped, and she wanted to go to see what's going on, but when she thought of the scenes he painted, she didn't dare to go anyway, even if she was tied with a rope.

She was lying on the bed thinking about the way she came in, and her heart hurt and she couldn't stand it, she liked the youthful appearance on weekdays the most, which made her feel itchy.

She remembered the special feeling when she first saw him, it was not love at first, but later, it was transformed into strong love.

She knew that this kind of love was not realistic, not to mention that she was several years older than him, even her appearance was not as good as his two ladies, and besides, she took them in just so that Fei'er and Wan'er would not suffer bad luck.

Thinking about it, she fell asleep with a tilt of her head.

The guards of the eight palaces outside didn't sense anything, and when they heard the sound of the piano like fairy music stop, they felt sorry for it, and it was a wonderful and pleasant thing to listen to the beautiful sound of the piano in this boring and dreary night.

"The piano has stopped, isn't that the two of them?" one of the guards chuckled.

"No way, the lights haven't gone out yet. Another escort said.

"What's this, people probably just like to play games with the lights on. ”

"Maybe, although Gongzi's family background is not as good as our little master, he enjoys far more Yanfu than the little master. ”

"There is no interest, life in the world is to enjoy the taste of beauty. Power is the most important thing, so I said that the little master is still much stronger than the young man. ”

"This is that people have their own ambitions, there are three kinds of power, money and color in the world, if you want me to choose, I will choose beautiful women, I would rather not have power and money. ”

"Nonsense, without money, you can afford to be beautiful in the world, and without power, can you keep beautiful women?"

"How do you raise the bar, didn't I say that you can only choose one of the three? If I could really choose one, I would still need to stand guard outside in the middle of the night. ”

"That's good, you don't like to stand guard, I'll tell the little master, let you go home and farm tomorrow. That way you can get a good night's sleep every night. ”

This man stopped talking, although with his ability, he could mix well anywhere, but the super high treatment in the palace could not be enjoyed elsewhere.

"Listen, don't eat salty turnips and worry about it, be careful with me, pay attention to the movements around me, if something happens to that person, we all have to move our heads, and we have to pay back the money, you can dream about it." The leader of the guard whispered.

The few guards who were idle and had nothing to do with their mouths immediately shut up.

The more Murong Yanran stared at the situation, the more frightened she became, she felt as if she was doing a ritual, not a ritual, he was not paying tribute to these dead, but a kind of ritual before doing something big.

What does he want to do?

You don't want to kill yourself, do you?

Her heart hung in the air, but she wasn't worried.

Although she has never practiced empty hands, she can control the qi in the room, and she can instantly make all the living creatures in a room lose the ability to move and even think.

But she was full of doubts, for she could see that he was now drawing only by instinct, and perhaps even he himself did not understand why he had painted these two sets of paintings.

Moreover, continuing to color the second set of pictures, he carefully colored, reproducing everything about the characters with great precision and accuracy, including the eerie and menacing smiles. What is the intention of such a perfect and realistic restoration of the pen? There is no answer, and his mind is in an empty state at the moment.

The portrait is nearing completion, and it is almost finished.

The finishing touches of the two paintings are left at the end, and this is an unconscious use of the finishing touch, if Zhou Dingcheng is here, he will definitely cheer and shout, and another miracle will be born. However, if he saw the picture, he would probably have to flee from the wilderness, preferring not to watch the process of the miracle being born.

At the same time, Han Lang suddenly sat up, and the feeling of being frightened had made him unable to lie down. After sitting for a while, he suddenly got hot and couldn't sit still at all, he got off the bunk and walked out, and almost fell down.

"Old Han, why are you going?" a coachman's outstretched leg was touched by him, and he suddenly woke up, and asked vaguely after seeing him.

"I'm in a hurry, I'll go to the thatched house. Han Lang replied casually.

"Oh, then there you go. The man rolled over and fell asleep again.

After the Korean merchant went out, he found his own merchant burden, picked it up and walked out.

All the men in the cart shop are asleep, and no one will stay at this time, and walking outside in the middle of the night is tantamount to giving money to the robbers.

After the Han merchant left the gate of the big car shop, he immediately rushed away, he did not know where the danger came from, but he felt that a catastrophe was coming, if he did not flee quickly, he would soon return to the west.

At this time, the two paintings were completed, and the last two strokes were almost completed in one go, and the finishing touch had been used perfectly.

As soon as his brush was raised, a gust of wind blew, and the two paintings suddenly rose into the air, and then the figures in the paintings opened their eyes as if they were all alive, and suddenly they seemed to hear the cry of a baby.

"Are they alive?" he said, reaching out to grab the two paintings.

However, the people in the painting did not come to life, nor did they fly out like last time, but the two paintings really crashed through the window and flew out like living creatures, and then a lightning light swept through the air, speeding away into the distance, and at the same time erupted into a thunderous roar.

"This ...... What's going on?"

Last time, the fairy picture was said to fly away like this, and he didn't see it with his own eyes, but this time he watched the painting he drew fly away, and he didn't even say hello, what is going on.

"Talisman!"

Murong Yanran, who was meditating on the bed, was so shocked that she suddenly rose into the air and still maintained her sitting posture.

Isn't this exactly what the legendary talisman fires?

But besides, how can he make talismans, hasn't he been drawing?

Talismans can only be made by the old man of a thousand machines, and no one has seen them for many years, but she didn't expect that she not only saw the talisman shoot out with her own eyes, but also saw the production process of the talisman from beginning to end.

However, what she saw was clearly only two sets of paintings. Those two sets of paintings have become talismans!

She was so stunned that she couldn't speak, and tried her best to sense the painting that had turned into two talismans in the air, and sensed that it was indeed a void. In an instant, the talisman was out of her senses, heading straight for her target.