"It's not real history."

Xi Zuer's lazy voice revealed a hint of coldness, "This painting has been changed." ”

On the screen, Fuxi Nuwa performed a reproductive gift, which was extremely charming, making people blush and heartbeat.

I'm afraid this is not the scene that the dead thing in the East China Sea imagined by itself.

She even wants to slap her when he touches her, and he still wants to make a man with her?

As soon as he raised his hand, there was an extra fruit knife in his hand that was originally placed on the desk, and Xi Zuer's jade arm was raised lightly, and he swayed back and forth on the mural.

Crisp and clean. It's like a miracle.

Gu Jingyan watched as the beautifully carved stone wall was cut off like clay by a thin fruit knife.

"Boom-" Lime fluttered to the ground.

The mural, which was still clear and complete just now, disappeared in an instant, leaving only a glorious stone wall.

Gu Jingyan was dumbfounded: "You, you are destroying cultural relics...... Artwork ......"

Xi Zuer glanced at him lightly, and her red lips curled slightly: "Ancestor is cleaning up garbage." ”

Gu Jingyan choked: "......"

Bo Gucheng saw that Gu Jingyan was scolded, and the corners of his lips were hooked, so he naturally wouldn't let go of this good opportunity to insert a knife: "Miss Zu'er has done a good job, this kind of immoral painting is not worthy of being called cultural relics and artworks." What's more, it is inconsistent with historical facts. Some people are really shallow and self-righteous. ”

Gu Jingyan: "......"

Damn, don't talk about some people if you have the ability, you just say it!

Bo Gucheng turned his face sideways, raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Gu Shao, what do you think?" This kind of unscrupulous mural, don't you like it very much and can't put it down? ”

Gu Jingyan: "......"

Damn, this man is the best of the male vixens, it's just too treacherous.

Xi Zuer stared at the bare walls, thinking that someone had built an underground palace exactly like her palace 10,000 years ago, and also changed her murals, what was the origin of that person?

Is it simply to get the drawings left over from antiquity?

Or is it the sworn enemy in the East China Sea, who is not dead at all?

She pinched the Fu Xiqin tied to the little crow's paws: "Last time you said you felt the smell of your lord?" ”

Fu Xiqin took a serious look at Bo Gucheng, then at Gu Jingyan, and then flashed Nangong Moyin's face in his mind, and licked his lips: "Ancestor, which one are you referring to?" ”

It was worried about whether there was something wrong with its eyes and taste lately, and it didn't dare to judge it easily.

After all, if they really have the breath of the Lord, the ancestor of the supreme supernatural power should be the first to feel it, right?

Xi Zuer said nonchalantly: "The one who said your toy." ”

Fu Xiqin straightened his waist: "Really?" Ancestor, you also think he is the most suspicious, don't you? Why would he call me a little thing, how could he want to take me away? ”

Xi Zuer muttered: "This underground palace was built by him. ”

Fu Xiqin froze: "What does he want to do?" ”

The little crow slapped its paws: "Stupid qin, what are you so nervous about, maybe that guy is just made with the drawings handed down by his ancestors, and the drawings must be painted by your old things in the East China Sea, that's called a bad moral!" ”

"Harm, Brother Jin, you weren't at the drinking party that day, you don't know, how terrible he was when he pinched me, I really almost thought that it was the Lord borrowing someone to return the soul!"

"Look at your little bit of interest!"

"Ah, Jinjin, Jinjin, brother, someone pinched my fart, stock ......!" Fu Xiqin jumped up, with a layer of cold sweat behind her back.

The little crow said speechlessly: "It was the ancestor's phone watch that shook, the ancestor, the message sent by the little grass carp alas." ”