Chapter 353: Collecting Human Skins

The whole process of the conversation, Zi Nian felt that something was wrong, this girl was very wrong, she seemed to reply half a beat slower than normal people, and always paused for more than ten seconds before answering the other party's words. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

And the old man of the Gowa Pavilion seems to be accustomed to it.

Ling'er, isn't that fiancée, Zi Nian looked at her a few more times, especially her face, but she couldn't see the appearance of a thousand faces, and the fit of her skin was too high.

Listening to their conversation, this tone is not like what Fuyao in the underground palace said, "The little lady is crying in the boudoir and waiting for her fiancé." ”

Moreover, is the spirit in the dungeon who helped her her?

While thinking about these questions, Lan Ling'er had already stood silently opposite Zi Nian, staring at his finger and the ring on it.

The old man of the Wulunge Pavilion didn't look at them, and he was busy sorting out these books, but they were knocked over and messed up, and it would definitely take a lot of effort to reorganize them.

Looking at the pages that were blown up, the old man of Wulunge was distressed, there was Yan Ruyu in the book, this is the truth that only older people understand. Hip-hop campus, beautiful men don't get in the way

Stupid young people, lack of experience, the truth is around them, but they don't know it.

The old guys don't tell the young people such truths.

"I've made Uncle Ge unhappy, boy, I'm going to leave some souvenirs, the ring is good, Uncle Ge's display table is missing a kind of this quaint style." Lan Ling'er's tone didn't look like she had seen him in the dungeon at all.

There is quite a bit of the Lan family's lofty posture and compelling posture.

"My master also has a hobby, collecting human skins, I don't know where you peeled this human skin, girl, and it's good to put it at the bottom of my master's storage room." Not to be outdone, the Purple Year is not to be outdone.

Lan Ling'er shook her teeth, hating the humiliation of others like this, especially a scholar...... [Qing piercing] reborn Bogur's counterattack

"The master is gentle and polite, and he has the style of a humble son, but you, a scholar, are arrogant and domineering, and you have the ability to take it with the master's face." Lan Ling'er lightly flashed across Zi Nian's chest and grabbed it fiercely.

How could Zi Nian suffer, she had already summoned the scepter to form a sharp blade, flying through her ears and temples, and a trace of green hair flew in the pages of the book flying wildly, and at the same time cut Lan Ling'er's human skin......

A faint trail of blood spread......

"It's a pity that another skin was wasted...... Zinian said.

Lan Ling'er didn't expect that she would be easily broken, and she was about to use a more ruthless trick, when she suddenly heard someone say: "Ling'er, don't make trouble." ”

An ancient heavy voice of vicissitudes.

"Yes, Elder Pavilion." Lan Ling'er immediately became a well-behaved and lovely bird-like girl, and in a few unnoticed moments, that face had changed another layer of skin...... Knock on the door of the Heavenly Tang Dynasty

Zi Nian suddenly realized that the light red was not blood, but a special ingredient of adhesive.

The bookshelf moved a few inches, it was moving regularly, Zi Nian didn't understand it, but it was very similar to Luoyue saying the gossip of the Nine Palaces or something.

After moving, another space appeared, and there were some books here, but there were not many, and almost all of them were shelved, and you can see that the books are cherished by looking at the gorgeous covers.

At this time, the body is no longer in the five-wheeled bookshelf, but another study hidden in the five-wheeled bookcase.

Lan Ling'er and Wulun Pavilion Elder were gone, and only Zi Nian was here alone.

No one.

Wouldn't that be able to flip through the books here? Of course, good books are not leaked casually.

Hope rose in Zi Nian's heart.