The painting is a dagger, without extra jewelry inlays, and the Tanxi-colored handle is carefully carved with ancient magical beasts, so realistic that it seems to be able to capture people's minds, and the silver dagger blade shines in the light.

Scenes from the past flashed before my eyes.

Behind is the monstrous power of Xuanli, the heaven and the earth are Hongmeng, the woman is dressed in white and looks at the person in front of her, her red lips are charming, her eyes are raised, and her eyebrows are full of mockery.

The man's eyes were cold, his white clothes were dusty, and he didn't say anything.

She took his hand and sent the dagger she had given him into her chest, and the bright red blood blossomed bewitching flowers on the white clothes.

Adorned with blood, she laughed wildly, her voice like a distant tomb, "You'd better pray that I can be solved by you, or when you return, it will be your death." ”

What is the chosen son, if it is not trapped in love, who in the world can help her.

Ten thousand years have passed, and those memories seem ridiculous to her now.

The girl turned around, her emotions had been well hidden, and her smile was beautiful, like sugar with arsenic hidden, "Mr. Xiao, where did you get this painting?" ”

Xiao Heng lowered his eyes slightly, and in the girl's eyes, the words that should have been blurted out suddenly fell silent, and he subconsciously told himself that he couldn't answer like this.

Ever since he met Ji Qingying, he would dream of a picture over and over again, and he couldn't see the face clearly and the delicate dagger, so he drew it.

Xiao Heng avoided Ling Mei's gaze, and answered unhurriedly, making it impossible to tell whether it was true or false, "There is an old painter who painted this painting, I saw that he painted it realistically, so I bought it." ”

Ling Mei tapped her fingertips, "Can I meet the painter?" ”

Xiao Heng sorted out the cufflinks, did not raise his head, and blurted out the lie, "He died." ”

Ling Mei looked at the painting and whispered, "That's really a pity." ”

Xiao Heng stood there, his tone was always calm, and he changed the subject, "Miss Ji made a special trip, what are you doing?" ”

Ling Mei's gaze moved the painting away as if nothing had happened, tilted her head, her permed rippling hair hung casually, and her red lips bent viciously, "My address has been exposed, does Mr. Xiao want to take me in?" ”

Xiao Heng's eyes were as deep as night, and his tone was warm, "Are you so active with anyone?" ”

Ling Mei took out the small mirror, thinking about the feasibility of burning a head of granny ash, and when she heard this question, she was stuck for a moment.

The girl's lazy voice gently hooked the man's heart, and instead of answering, she asked, "Has Mr. Xiao ever seen someone more stunning than himself?" ”

"Ding, strategy value +5, current strategy value 20."

Lingmei: "......"

Every sycophant will add points.

Xiao Heng didn't answer, and walked out with her suitcase, looking like he was quite satisfied with her answer.

Ling Mei followed, put away her own small mirror, and decided to burn her grandmother's ashes another day.

Xiao Heng's villa is a little far away from Xiao Nansheng's.

It's all in the suburbs, but one is in the northeast corner and the other is in the southwest, and there is a feeling of not getting along with each other.

Ling Mei took her little broken box to the guest room designated by Xiao Heng to pack her things, and when she came out, Xiao Heng had already cooked her meal.

Lunch was very hearty, Xiao Heng cooked noodles, and also made sweet and sour pork ribs and shredded pork in Beijing sauce.

This craftsmanship made Ling Mei a little amazed.

Xiao Heng treated her vigilantly before, but for some reason, it seemed that he suddenly let her behave in his world.