The only difference between Luoxia Peak in the spirit ring and reality is the decoration in the room, not as simple as Yuan Fengqing's room, not only the map is covered with a thick cyan velvet carpet, the tables and chairs are also dark red Eight Immortal wood, a huge landscape screen divides the room into two, the outer room is like a small living room, around the bamboo screen there is a dark ink jade bead curtain, Yuan Fengqing is still the first time to enter the inner room inside the screen, I feel a little curious, and the attention to blood painting is a little difficult to understand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's just a spirit ring space, is he so exquisitely arranged?

Secretly rolling her eyelids, she reached out to open the black jade bead curtain, and at a glance saw a huge round ice bed, surrounded by a light purple curtain hanging from the ceiling, wisps of cold air emanated from the ice bed, no wonder the temperature in the room was so low, it made her shiver.

Next to the bead curtain, a small yellow skin essence with golden hair was looking up at her, with an indescribable strange color in her dark green eyes, which made Yuan Fengqing withdraw her gaze after only one glance, and did not dare to look at it for a long time.

Although this yellow-skinned essence has been beaten back to its original form, but in the cave mansion of thousands of caves before, it almost made Qing Yang and other Cangyunmen disciples kill each other with a pair of demagogic eyes, which left a very deep impression on Yuan Fengqing's heart, even if it looked so short and thin now, and had no lethal power, it still made her dare not underestimate it.

And she could clearly feel the deep hatred hidden in the depths of this yellow-skinned spirit when he looked at her, it was all about the hatred that he had lost for thousands of years, who made the blood painting so powerful, it couldn't do anything to him if it wanted to hate? It's really a soft pinch of persimmons!

Yuan Fengqing sighed secretly in his heart, and looked up at the blood painting sitting cross-legged on the ice bed, he was still wearing a wide purple flowing cloud robe, his satin-like ink hair was loosely draped behind his head, and his jade-like face was delicate without any flaws, even if his eyes were not open, he still looked like a still and beautiful ink painting. Of course, the evil aura that emanates from him does not count.

"You're not going to have something to ask for the deity, are you?" Sensing her gaze, the narrow phoenix eyes of the blood painting opened slightly, and the contempt that could not be concealed in the eyes only made people very uncomfortable, and the green tendons on the corners of Yuan Fengqing's forehead jumped uncontrollably twice, but did not speak, but turned his gaze to the yellow-skinned essence who had been eyeing him.

Although she has been exhausted, but the consciousness of the yellow-skinned spirit is still there, and it seems that with the help of the blood painting, she can actually speak, and when she saw Yuan Fengqing's expression, she naturally knew that she was unwilling to let herself hear it, wrinkled her ugly facial features, turned around and walked out slowly.

It's just a livestock, and it's so proud that it's gone, it's really similar to the character of a blood painting! Yuan Fengqing sighed in his heart, and when he looked at the blood painting again, a light smile appeared on his face and said, "You think too much, I just came in and asked, have you repaired my Qingding?" ”

Blood Painting raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously not believing that she was just here for this, the fierceness that could not be concealed in those amber eyes almost looked directly at people's hearts, in front of him, Yuan Fengqing always felt like he was transparent, there was nothing to hide from him, of course, it also depends on how this guy feels, not necessarily everything he wants to know.

Sighing secretly, Yuan Fengqing took out the inkstone from the Qiankun bag and put it in the palm of his hand and handed it to him, and asked, "That, there is one more thing, I want to ask if you recognize this thing." ”

I thought that this immortal magic weapon would attract the attention of the blood painting to some extent, but I didn't expect him to just glance at it, and then closed his eyes and said, "It's just a missing magic weapon, it's not surprising." ”

Yuan Fengqing was stunned, what is the "missing magic weapon"? What's missing?

She withdrew her hand in surprise, and looked carefully at the inkstone in her palm, there was nothing missing, not even a trace of damage for a long time, what did he mean by that?

As if seeing her doubts, the blood painting added, "This thing should also have a lid, and the top and bottom are combined into a set, and now there is only one inkstone left, and the power is naturally greatly reduced." ”

Oh! Yuan Fengqing suddenly realized, and when he looked at the magic weapon in his palm again, he was naturally a little disappointed in his heart. I thought I had picked up some fairy treasure, and I could protect my life in the future, but now it seems that I was overjoyed, and she lost it like a treasure to show the blood painting, but it was just a defective product, what a shame!

Quietly stuffing the inkstone back into the Qiankun bag, Yuan Fengqing asked with a dry laugh, "That, my Qingding ......." Before he finished speaking, he saw an object automatically fly out of the dresser by the window, it rose in the wind, and when it stopped in front of Yuan Fengqing, it had turned into a turquoise and transparent cyan Zhongding, not spinning like the wind, and the bursts of medicinal fragrance permeated the room, which only made Yuan Fengqing, who was accustomed to this smell, feel particularly cordial.

Yuan Fengqing saw that the color and luster of this green tripod and the ability to automatically adjust the size had been restored, and he knew that the blood painting had fulfilled its promise and restored it to its original grade, and he was indescribably happy in his heart, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold it in the palm of his hand, but the tentacles were not as heavy as before, and he was inevitably a little surprised.

She looked at the Qingding up and down for a long time, according to the experience of her previous life, it was at least a six-grade magic weapon, that is to say, she can now refine the sixth-grade and seventh-grade elixir, which is more than enough for her who is now low-cultivation, and naturally she is satisfied to inject a trace of spiritual power into it, imprinting the traces of her own life, unless she dies, even if she is stolen, she will not be able to use it.

After putting away Qingding, Yuan Fengqing's eyes couldn't help but look at the dresser by the window, which was still made of good red nanmu, and in the half-human-high bronze mirror, the shape of her upper body was clearly reflected.

She looked at the design of the inner room again, and found that there was still a light purple curtain hanging in the window, which was dancing lightly in the wind, adding a touch of vivid color to the gloomy room, which looked less dull, with a light purple bed curtain, a carpet like a grass in blue, and a dark carved wardrobe placed against the wall not far from the bed, with a cold jade ice bed and a black jade bead curtain, it was really exquisite and meticulous everywhere, which couldn't help but make her doubt the true origin of the blood painting.

Such a person who pays attention to the quality of life, not to mention his strength, is still a master of refining, why is he sealed in the Lord of the Rings? Although he has an evil aura on his body, and the exercises he uses are similar to the methods of the Demon Dao, but for some reason, Yuan Fengqing always feels that he does not look like a heinous bad person from his own temperament and character, otherwise he has been with him for ten years, except for exchanging ten years of life with himself, he has not done anything other to hurt the heavens and reason, and even helped her out of danger several times, this affection is enough to make her not disgusted with the blood painting himself.

At this moment, she was only full of curiosity in her heart, what was the previous life of the blood painting?