"Hey, big brother, if you don't say it, I really don't think it's a little similar when compared like this now."

After comparing a few glances, the second Cheng Chuliang felt that the buttocks that had been violently beaten by his father before hurt faintly for no reason.

"It's like daddy...... Well, it's like when my dad was fighting on the battlefield and showing his might. ”

"No wonder, Lao Yan said that my old Cheng is majestic, if I can enter the painting, it can be compared to the heavenly gods will come to the world." Cheng bites Jin Yile and is beautiful.

"Children, today our old Cheng family has two treasures in succession, come on, don't hurry up and serve wine and food."

"There are no outsiders today, our family, young and old, drink him well to celebrate."

Cheng Chubi listened to such lines, and suddenly had the illusion that Journey to the West was messed up. Of course, it's certainly just an illusion.

No wonder, the shape is a little mutated, but you can still tell that it's a big axe weapon, well, it seems right.

It's just that the six small dots are arranged around the main characters, what does this mean, implying the six babies of the old Cheng family?

The image of his father can also fall under the pen of Yan Artist, which is quite a glorious thing.

At the same time when Lao Cheng's family got two good treasures, the family happily held a family banquet to eat wine and meat.

Master Yan Liben Yan was still writing hard in the studio, and on the case, it was almost exactly the same as the one he gave to Cheng Yanjin.

It is enough to see the depth of Yan Liben's painting skills and outstanding memory.

It's just that when he was painting, well, his eyes were round, his cheeks were puffed out, and his face was dark, and he had an expression of wanting to choose someone to devour.

"It's late at night, master, why are you still working, let's rest quickly......"

At this time, Yan Liben's wife, Wen Shi, who looked a little haggard, slowly walked into the studio.

When his eyes fell on the painting that Yan Li could not have put on his pen, he was instantly shocked.

"Oops...... Sir, what are you drawing, it's scary. ”

Yan Liben put down the pen and smiled as he moved his already sore wrist.

"Madame, do you think that this god will have a hideous face and a fierce light, as if he wants to choose people to eat?"

"Master, what are you doing in the middle of the night, painting such a wicked person?"

Wen hurriedly leaned over to Yan Liben's side, and seemed a little afraid to look at the painting.

When Yan Liben thought of what happened during the day, his whole person shook his head with a decadent aura.

"That's because a wicked man today gave inspiration to his husband, and this is what he painted."

"The lady has not slept well these days, and there is movement outside the old suspicion, so it is just right to stick this wicked person on the backyard door.

It's hard to say whether you can avoid evil spirits, but if Xiao Xiao dares to come, he will definitely be able to scare Xiao Xiao half to death. ”

"W-is this going to work?" Wen couldn't help but be a little confused, what's wrong with the husband, he gritted his teeth when he spoke, and he was not as gentle and elegant as usual.

"Of course it works, Madame, wait a minute, there is still a small matter to deal with for the husband."

Just as he was about to pack up his tools, he suddenly saw the pockmarked face portrait placed on the side, and Yan Liben seemed to see a steaming lump on the side of the road.

Then, with a disgusted face, he cocked his fingers, picked up the pockmarked figure and lit it on the candle.

Wen looked at her husband in surprise. "Husband, ...... are you?"

"It's nothing, it's just that there are some things that really annoy the old man, and he has to burn them to feel at ease."

Burning the thing that made him upset, and looking at the painting that was about to become a ghost in the inner courtyard of the Yan Mansion, Yan Liben smiled suspiciously.

Cheng Lao Pifu, although the old man's old bones can't convince people with his strength, so what?

As the saying goes, you have a Xuanhua axe, and I also have a sharp pen.

Just let your portrait keep vigil for the inner courtyard of my Yan Mansion all night long, and it can be regarded as allowing the old man to vent his evil anger.

Well, in this life, the old man will not paint people surnamed Cheng if he is killed, and it will be impossible in the next life.

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Cheng Chubi and Sun Yuan, the two Taoist chiefs, once again came to the Yiguo Mansion, and Qin Dali, the chief steward of the Yiguo Mansion, took the lead in opening the way.

led the three of them to the place where the operating room was built, and not only was the operating room built.

It is the quicklime required for medical disinfection, and a lot of it has been prepared.

Cheng Chubi is very satisfied, Sun Yuan and the two Taoist chiefs have no opinion as escorts, these days, the communication with Cheng Chubi.

It also made them understand a lot of various matters about the operation, which made the two Taoist leaders feel new and excited.

Sun Simiao noticed that Qin Dali beside him wanted to speak several times.

"Steward Qin, Yi Guogong is about to have surgery, why are you so worried? Or do you have no confidence in Cheng Gongzi? ”

Qin Dali met the puzzled gazes of the three people, hesitated for a long time, and suddenly fell to the ground.

“？？？” Cheng Chubi looked confused, and the two Taoist leaders were no better.

"Steward Qin, what are you doing?"

"Cheng Gongzi, if my master says that he doesn't want to have surgery, it's not that he doesn't trust Cheng Gongzi's medical skills."

Cheng Chubi's face sank. "What do you mean by that, butler?"

What's going on, isn't it all already well said, everything is ready, just waiting to start. What kind of demon moth is this?

Qin Dali's heart was crossed, and he was about to speak. But he heard footsteps behind him, and when he turned around, it was Qin Qiong who came quickly.

Looking at this Uncle Qin, who should have been as powerful as his father Cheng Biting Jin, but now, he has been tortured by those arrows to the point that only a handful of bones remain.

Cheng Chubi hurriedly stepped forward to salute. "The little nephew has seen the uncle, the little nephew ......"

"Virtuous nephew...... I'm really sorry. Qin Qiong walked up to Cheng Chubi and helped Cheng Chubi, and then said with a shameful face.

"I'm sorry for you, you have done so much for the old man's illness. I didn't expect the old man to have such a cowardly day......"

"The old man figured it out, life and death depend on fate, to live like this, at least to live, in fact, in fact, in fact...... Not bad either. ”

When she said the last sentence, Qin Qiong's eyes were red, and she was almost unable to speak.

And that Qin vigorously lay on the ground and howled loudly.

"Master, why do you have to do this, you are a hero who has always been afraid of life and death......"

"Shut up!" Qin Qiong took a deep breath, and her withered face turned cold. "If you talk nonsense again, get out of the Qin Mansion."

"Virtuous nephew, two Taoist leaders...... Forgive Qin for not sending it. Qin will then ask His Majesty for his guilt, and ask His Majesty to forgive Qin for his cowardice......"

After saying that, Qin Qiong didn't stay any longer, and after saluting the stunned Cheng Chubi and the two Taoist leaders with an apologetic face, he left in a hurry.

Looking at Qin Qiong's obviously very wide skeleton back, the partial life gives people a feeling of desolation and desolation of an old tree about to decay.

"What the hell is going on?" Cheng Chubi couldn't help but ask Qin vigorously.

Qin Dali's eyes were full of tears, looking at Qin Qiong's vain steps, his lips were biting out blood, but he didn't dare to say a word.

"General Qin is such a hero, he is not afraid of life and death, and over the years, he has always longed to be able to regain his former heroism, prancing horse and sword.

Retreat at this time, I'm afraid that there is a chance that there will be no one to shelter the old wife and young son......"

Yuan Tiangang's eyes were a little red, he raised his head and sniffed

“…… Could it really be that he couldn't really watch him suffer so much to death? I could have healed him. Why can't you trust me a little more? ”

Cheng Chubi sucked his sour nose, and wanted to vent angrily, but he couldn't vent.