"What's the situation?" Xiao Jun also jumped up all of a sudden, but unfortunately his sense was a step slower, and the talisman was already far away, and he didn't see a trace of shadow.

"It's thundering outside, and it's going to rain again. Zhou Dingcheng yawned.

"What kind of thunder, this is the movement that came out, this kid doesn't know what he got out. Xiaojun stomped his feet in hatred, hating himself for not paying attention for a while and missing the opportunity.

"Besides, he made it out? Is he Lei Gong or Electric Mother, nonsense. Is there something wrong with your brain?" Zhou Dingcheng snorted coldly.

"You know what? He really made it up and tricked you into being a puppy. Xiao Jun was anxious, and turned around to sense the room, but found that he was also facing the sky, like a statue, and was obviously stunned to stay there.

"What about the paintings, where did the two groups of paintings go?" Xiao Jun realized that the two groups of paintings in the room were gone, and the windows were open, but there was no one in the courtyard at all, and the surrounding area had returned to its original tranquility.

"What's wrong with the painting?" Zhou Dingcheng still wanted to see what miracle he could create this time, but he didn't expect that this miracle could break through the sky, but he didn't feel it at all.

"The painting is gone. ”

"What does it mean to be gone, can you be thoughtful?" Zhou Dingcheng was anxious.

"If it's gone, it's gone, it's gone, it's not in the house, and suddenly it's gone, and I don't know where it went. Xiao Jun didn't think about the direction of the soldier talisman, as long as he didn't sense the situation when it was launched, and he was familiar with the allusions of the soldier talisman, he wouldn't think like this.

Han Lang was desperately escaping, and suddenly there was a thunderstorm in the air, and the two groups of paintings were split like lightning. He didn't have time to react at all, and no matter how high the martial arts master was, he had no ability to react under this kind of heavenly attack, let alone the ability to resist.

The two sets of paintings did not insert into his head like the legendary talisman, but wrapped his whole body, and before he could understand what was going on, the vitality and soul of his whole body were sucked away by the two sets of paintings, leaving only an intact skin.

Besides, he was still in a daze at first, but in an instant his heart was absorbed by the paintings in the air, and then the two sets of paintings were like his eyes, and he could see the starry sky flying by, and he could see the earth, mountains, and houses below, and then he saw a person who was running desperately on the road, and the two sets of pictures flew down and enveloped the person, and then, the person died, and died cleanly.

At this moment, his contact with the two sets of maps was cut off.

At this time, even if he was stupid, he understood what was going on: he inadvertently made a talisman, which was out of his control and automatically flew out to kill Han Ziping.

But he didn't fire the talisman, what's going on?

He looked at the talisman on his wrist, it was still the same, not a drop of energy was lost, it can be seen that he did not inadvertently inject the energy in the talisman into the painting, and no matter how much he looked at the energy of the golden dragon, there was no loss at all.

Is this how to make a talisman?

The question is, how can the talisman know the target of the attack? It is said that he must recite the killing word in his mind to the portrait of Han Ziping or his breath, so that the talisman will be launched and automatically lock on to the target, but there is no such process?

Could it be that the people in the painting are really alive, and their souls have found their target, so they can launch themselves to destroy the enemy? He did see the person in the painting open his eyes in a trance, and seemed to hear the cry of a baby, but it is difficult to say that it is not a hallucination. In his state of concentration, it was normal to hallucinate.

Anyway, Han Ziping is dead anyway, and there will be no more tragedy in the future, and there will be no more headless cases. This should be a good thing.

He didn't feel pleasure because of this, the depression and pain in his heart were still there, not only that, but it was as if a large piece of his heart was missing, creating a loophole, and there was nothing to fill.

Then another question arose: Do I count this as a killing ring? I didn't launch the talisman, it was the talisman that flew away on its own, and it had nothing to do with my will. Still, the killing happened.

In fact, he painted this night to increase hatred and anger for himself, to make this hatred, grief and anger rise to the point of breaking through the embankment of the forbidden law of killing, so that he could launch a military talisman and shoot Han Ziping, but he never expected the result to be like this, so he can't be sure of the right or wrong actions now.

Is Han Ziping considered to have killed himself? Is the killing ring considered to be opened?

"Master, what's the matter, it seems to be thundering outside?" the little girl was awakened by the thunderclap of the talisman, but she didn't see anything.

Murong Yanran was still speechless in shock, and she only realized at this time that the change brewing in the air was the reaction in the production of the talisman.

"How's that kid, is he sleeping?" the little girl turned on her senses, only to find that she was still stupid in the house.

"He's done?" she asked.

"Don't ask anything first, my mind is a little messy. Murong Yanran waved her hand and said.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" said the little girl in surprise.

Master, but the master who is not afraid of the sky falling, actually said that his brain is a little messy, what is wrong with this, he is infected?

That night, many people heard a thunderclap in the sky and thought it was thunder. This is not unusual, it is the rainy season, thunder is a common thing, and it also rains for a day during the day.

The only one who really discovered the secret of the soldier's murder was Murong Yanran alone.

Besides, after being in the house for a while, I still can't figure out if this is a killing. But anyway, there was a person who died at his hands, whether he did it intentionally or unintentionally, and whether this person was the murderer of twenty murders or an ordinary person.

Han Ziping is dead, there is no suspicion of this, he not only felt Han Ziping's breath, but also saw his appearance clearly, it was the same as the portrait given to him by the old man Qianji, it turned out that when this person did not go mad, his appearance did not change. Xiao Jun misestimated this.

The hollowness in his heart grew bigger and bigger, and the whole person seemed to become an empty skin, he slowly sat down, sat on the ground, and then arched his shoulders, covered his face with his hands, and tears flowed down his fingers.

Li Xiangjun woke up when she heard the thunderclap, she thought it was still raining, and when she thought of the situation in the study, she was afraid that he would be drenched in the rain when he came back, so she took an umbrella and sent it to him.

After pushing open the door of the study, she saw that he was sitting on the ground, and it was the appearance that she had just seen him during the day.

She threw the umbrella aside, ran over and hugged him, and said, "What's the matter, what's going on again?"

"It's okay, it's just that my heart is empty and uncomfortable. Besides, he muttered.

"It's okay, come with me, I'll sleep with you in my arms, and I won't feel empty. "Li Xiangjun has a good way to deal with various states of men, and knows what to do at this time.

Moreover, in the confusion, she dragged herself back to the boudoir, lay on the bed, and then was held in Li Xiangjun's arms in a daze.

"Don't be afraid, don't think about anything, just lean on me and close your eyes. Li Xiangjun stroked his cheek and the back of his neck with his right hand, and stroked his chest with his left hand.

Li Xiangjun didn't expect this scene, he was surprised and happy, where did he use to undress him, he took off all the yukata and underwear in three clicks, and even took off the clothes that were in trouble.

"Shameless!" The little girl in the inn blushed, took a sip, quickly closed her senses, went to bed and covered her head with a quilt, her face was already hot with shame, it was the first time she had seen such a lively scene.

Murong Yanran didn't pay attention to this, she still thought about the process of painting over and over again in her mind, and she couldn't figure out how she could make the legendary talisman by doing so.

"Is this better?" asked Li Xiangjun quietly.

"Well, thank you. Besides, he whispered.

"What's so thankful for this, it's what I should have done, but you don't want it, I'm your woman, whether you want it or not. ”

"But I still feel sorry for you, really, Xiangjun, I shouldn't be like this. And he said it again.

Li Xiangjun thought back for a while before he understood what he meant, and apologized to her because he regarded her as an object of venting, not an object of love.

"What's this, if you have any grievances or depression in the future, you can come to me to vent it, you can't hold it in your heart, otherwise you will really get sick. I don't care about any of that, and I love to help you do it. ”

Li Xiangjun really doesn't care about these, many of her guests come to her to cry, or are depressed at home, come to her to relieve boredom and happiness, of course, not to mention this method, Li Xiangjun has a way to help men relieve all kinds of pain, boredom, depression, her success is by no means simply by face and figure, nor by showing off style, only people who really understand men and are good at helping men solve various difficulties will win the hearts of men.