After all, the two old men were very wary of the Twelve, and they didn't want the young man to know at all.

So, according to ordinary people's thinking, shouldn't we start there?

Who knows, but the boy chuckled.

Clear and clear, melodious, very magnetic and good-sounding, but it inexplicably makes people's hearts cold.

"Twelve utensils or something, I don't care at all, I don't care, what I want to know is only the origin of the twelve utensils, and its use, but right now, what I am more interested in is the person who provided you with rations, his origin."

These words made Jin Buchang and Qian Fu, who were in a complicated mood and worried, stiffened, and inexplicably felt that they were invisibly despised and disliked.

Feelings, what they try to hide, are not as important as the child's interests?

This is not your average heart-piercing!

As for the Holy Maiden, she just asked casually, and she didn't care too much about which issue the young man was more concerned about, she just did her best to do something for Lan Chai.

If you can seize the opportunity, try to seize it, seize it, and then there is really no way.

At this moment, the saint Shanyina seemed to have really accepted her fate, and she was no longer dying.

"—To be honest, I don't know exactly who he is, and he rarely comes, and every time he comes, he covers himself very tightly, just like the black clothes you met before, and the rest is the rations that others have ordered to deliver."

"Hmm-"

The boy stretched out his hand to scratch his chin, and his eyes twitched.

"Do you still have a clear impression of him?"

"Huh?"

This question is a little strange, it is said that he rarely comes, and he wraps himself very tightly every time, this is her impression of that person, how can it be clear?

At the incomprehensible look of the Holy Maiden, the young man curled his lips and smiled.

But slowly unzipped the jacket, this pull, made several people dumbfounded, this person is not only wearing a weight jacket, and the weight jacket has also been modified into a dense pocket, where stuffed with all kinds of things, seen and unseen.

Not only that, but even the ordinary-looking sports jacket is supported by bone support, and under the bone support, there are still countless pockets.

He took out an 'A4 paper' from one of his pockets, which could not be seen but could be folded and spread out at will, as if it could not be torn, shook off the moisture on it, and after shaking it clean, he took out his pen, swished a few times on the paper, drew two men in black, and handed them to the saint who was a little confused.

"Now, height, fat and thin, is there any obvious difference between them and these two black?"

The young man asked seriously, but the saint stared at the two black clothes on the paper with a silent face, which were lifelike and could almost jump out of it, and asked very seriously.

"You, really human?"

The two elders and the young also wanted to know this question, but at this time, they were weak and short of breath, and they didn't dare to ask, even the inexplicable black clothes that they had heard from the conversation between the two of them before, they didn't dare to ask more.

A batch of people who really take it from the heart.

At this moment, the saint's sincere question simply asked their hearts, and let them peep quietly at the young man.

Correct.

"Don't doubt it, before you came in, you were a big living person, but now is it-"

The teenager smiled, and the danger was inexplicable.

"What do you think?"

…… She didn't mean that, she just couldn't figure it out, the same person, why is there such a big difference?

For example, ability.

She has cultivated for thousands of years before she has grown to such a point, and it can be said that she killed a lot of people in seconds, and it is not a problem at all.

In their current words, it is a proper big boss, how can they go forward and die countless people one after another, find countless masters, and get countless weapons, so that they can barely suppress her, right?

As a result, she was beaten back to the prototype by this young man, not to mention, and even sucked up all the water of the lifespring pool on which she depended for survival, making it impossible for her to take a shortcut in the future.

Another example is the brain.

She looked at the mural for thousands of years and didn't see the problem, and she knew what the problem was because of her own experience, but this young man just glanced at it, and immediately grasped the key point, and forced her fire out, feeling that she was so stupid that she couldn't be helped.

Especially right now.

He swished twice, and in her eyes, when she couldn't even draw a grass, she drew the portraits of the two black-clothed people before.

Moreover, judging from her vicious eyes, not only are they exactly the same, but they are completely identical, and even the white stains on the black robe of one of them have been painted, which shows how careful the observation is.

ability, brain, means, and the extraordinary five senses of agility, he not only lacks the same, but also hits people to doubt life as soon as he makes a move, so that he doesn't even have a chance to turn over again.

Is such an existence human?

He's not afraid that some god disguised himself to go down to the mortal world to experience the red dust, right?

The young man raised his eyebrows at the look that he couldn't say to the saint, but it was definitely not pleasant.

"What are you doing? Look at the paintings. ”

The holy woman withdrew her eyes, took the paper, turned out the person in her memory, and compared it with the two black clothes.

"He's taller than them, he's about the same fat and thin, but—"

She frowned.

"There's something strange about that man's breath, it's different from theirs."

Breath?

Su Gu's white eyes flashed, he pulled the paper back, drew a black dress next to him, handed it to her, and then asked.

"What kind of breath?"

"Well, I can't say it, it's not the same as a living person, it's not the same as a ghost, it feels unfathomable to me."

"What about the Moon Witch God and Qi Jing?"

This question made the saint think about it for a while and shook her head.

"It's not the same."

"What about Ye Bi?"

Well? What are these words?

The three people who were on the side as the background board twisted their eyebrows, thinking that the stinky boy (dog man) was inexplicable, he was so dignified, what was it compared to that kind of thing?

However, the saint did not answer immediately, but stared at the young man seriously for a while before asking.

"Do you have breath?"

“……！！ He's breathless?! ”

The two old and the young, subconsciously twitched their mouths, feeling that the saint was deliberately taking revenge on the crowd.

It's just that the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened and he was stunned.

"What does he mean he doesn't have breath?!"

"I don't know."

The saint looked at the young man whose eyebrows remained unchanged and did not even fight his eyelids, withdrew her eyes, and looked at the painting in her hand.

"That's why I asked him if he was human."

There is absolutely no irony in this statement, it is really bewildering.

You must know that no matter what kind of creature it is, it has a breath, even if it is a ghost or a foreign body, they also have yin qi or other breaths, but on this young man's body, she can't feel anything.