Whoa...

Whoa...

The pitch-black shadow puppet flower, a "flower" composed of countless skins, drowned in the palm of his hand.

It penetrates into the pores and flows into the blood vessels.

Xia Yuan shook his palm, then flattened his arm.

I saw that on the inside of his forearm, his veins had become a pitch-black "net", and the black, evil blood was flowing in it.

This was followed by an update of information before his retina:

[Hermit: Insight, Divination, Skin Painting (Mood Consolidation - It takes three years and four months)]

"Painted skin?"

Look away.

Self-evident information comes to mind.

Painting skin, just one thought, you can change the skin.

"What's going on?"

Xia Yuan thought about the scene where he fought with the shadow puppet before.

Because the initial battle was based on Ning Bao's strength increase, he destroyed many shadow puppets, and those burned shadow puppets began to merge.

Bombarded a hundred skins and fused them into fifty.

Fifty new skins were destroyed and fused into twenty-five.

With each fusion, the power of the shadow puppet will become a little stronger.

In the end, the shadow puppet became the only one, and then it was his turn to be suppressed and beaten.

However, the locking time for the tyrant's talent had arrived, and he directly relocked the only shadow puppet, and then bombarded it.

Just after killing the shadow puppet, he directly absorbed the "ashes" of the shadow puppet.

Through divination, hexagrams are calculated as "good luck".

It's not that he hasn't considered the possibility of evil spirit possession, but that subtle feeling is giving him a kind of "slowly digesting this ash" mentality.

He also considered whether it was sensory deception, but when he was in the carriage before, after his [hermit] talent in front of the retina, he began to increase information faintly, and a feeling of "about to have new powers" was also generated.

It's not a deception, is it?

"Then try..."

Xia Yuan took a step forward, his mind moved slightly, and his skin suddenly changed "real".

Side head.

The bronze mirror showed the appearance of an old man, with white hair, hooked nose, and poisonous eyes.

He plucked a piece of hair, and it was really white, and it was withered, the kind of hair that an old man would have.

He turned around again and spun in circles.

The skin has a "real" change again.

Xia Yuan looked sideways into the bronze mirror again, this time the bronze mirror showed the appearance of a young girl, bright and beautiful, with green silk hanging down her shoulders, covering her thin and cute shoulders, this girl turned out to be the woman in red he had seen in the shadow puppet troupe before.

"Oh my God..."

No matter how calm Xia Yuan was, he couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and the horror was that his voice turned out to be a woman's voice.

He took a few steps, and the girl in the mirror also took a few steps.

He lay in front of the mirror, looking at the completely different body shape, height, and even weight from the white-haired old man just now, and he was a little distracted for a while.

Xia Yuan retreated a certain distance and continued to try.

The rude and reckless man, the hunter in the mountains, the elegant son, the butcher with a meaty face, the woman with a mediocre appearance, the dignified scholar, the majestic knight, the small child......

A look is revealed in front of the mirror.

But soon, Xia Yuan found a little.

"It seems that there are only a hundred fixed images, and this should be the original composition of the shadow puppet... It's a pity that every time I change my body, I can't change my clothes, which is a shortcoming.

So, is the strange power chaotic enough to be absorbed as part of the talent, or does it just happen that this painting skin fits the hermit talent, so it will be absorbed, or is it something else?

In addition, the way of absorption is through blood, so what does this have to do with the 'immortals' after shattering the ninefold earth lock, after all, it is all through blood..."

He muttered to himself, asking the questions.

Just as he was about to study again, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door.

Not long after, Shi Niang's voice came: "Yuan'er, have you slept?"

"I haven't slept yet. ”

Ning Xiaoran stopped in front of the door, "Shi Niang has something to say to you, can you come in?"

Xia Yuan walked to the door of the house, when he took the first step, he was an old man, the second step was a son, the third step was a girl, and the fourth step became himself, and then he opened the door and said gently: "Master, what's wrong?"

Ning Xiaoran was holding a small purple casserole in her hand, she hurriedly walked into the house, put the yellow wooden tray on the table, and then didn't immediately remove the lid for fear that the soup would be cold, just said, "Close the door and sit next to the master." ”

"Hmm. ”

Xia Yuan answered, complied, then sat down, sniffed, a rich smell of meat mixed with a little medicinal smell came to the nose, the master is very good, this fragrance can be described as a strange fragrance, attracting people's appetite.

Xia Yuan's eyes lit up and he swallowed.

He was brought up by his master since he was a child, and even if he has some experience before the crossing, he has long been covered by the experience of this life.

"What's wrong, Master?"

"Yuan'er, you honestly tell Shiniang, how much affection do you have with the White Dragon King?"

Xia Yuan thought of the relationship between himself and Ning Bao, and suddenly fell silent.

He didn't want to lie in front of his sister.

So, he chose to be silent.

Ning Xiaoran looked at him and thoughtfully turned the question and answer question into a multiple-choice question: "Then is your relationship good or bad?"

Xia Yuan: "Okay. ”

"Really, or not really?"

"Really. ”

Ning Xiaoran said curiously: "The ancestor can actually talk to you? So, it's not that there is a generation gap between the master and you, but that you have a generation gap with the master?"

Xia Yuan smiled, and didn't know how to explain.

The appearance of Ning Bao's ancestor was also put on a show in front of outsiders.

Ning Xiaoran said: "Then you and the White Dragon King, do you..."

She put her two thumbs up, clenched her fists and approached, shook her fingers, and nodded again, which meant it at a glance.

Xia Yuan shook his head directly, "No." ”

Ning Xiaoran was stunned.

It took her a long time to react, "Really?"

"There is a clean relationship between me and Ning Bao. ”

Ning Xiaoran coughed twice.

In this world, you can call her Ning Bao.

Others are either called the White Dragon King, or the Old Ancestor, or the Great Grandmaster of the Zhenguo, and even if they call it by name, it is Ning Wuxie...

She looked at the child she had raised like a monster, and suddenly she asked curiously and in a low voice, "Is that you spoiling her, or is she spoiling you?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Zhenyue's cough came from outside the door...

"Madam, how old are you, don't gossip..."

Ning Xiaoran smiled awkwardly, then leaned over and said, "Your master is eavesdropping, next time my master will come to talk to you while he is away, this is a herb meat pot, you eat it while it's hot." ”

As she spoke, Ning Xiaoran got up and went out, and there was a conversation between her and Lao Zhu outside the door, as well as some small quarrels between husband and wife, and words such as "how can you be like Lingyun" could be vaguely heard.

Xia Yuan smiled, feeling very warm.

Remove the lid of the casserole.

The delicacy rushed into the air with the steaming heat, and with just a slight inhalation, the aroma ran into two rolls of white snakes into his nose.

"It smells so good. ”