A second.

This spacious, bright, and palatial living room is like a storm sweeping by, and it becomes a mess.

Including the expensive furniture, it was damaged to varying degrees.

The most devastation was the portraits that hung all over the living room.

All the paintings, including the largest portrait, were reduced to a cloud of powder with the mournful wails of Eko Kawakami—after they were devastated by Tang Luo.

The wind stopped, and Tang Luo sat on the sofa that was barely intact, holding a rectangular painting in his hand.

In the painting, Eko Kawakami has a bright and moving smile, seductive = full of seduction, and is also wearing a black evening dress.

The low-cut one, with a deep ditch and turbulent waves, is almost about to "come out" from the painting.

In a trance, it's like a real person.

Real Paper Man Wife!

What's even more valuable is that next to this paper man, there is also a real person Eko Kawakami, who is exactly the same and wears the same sexy evening dress.

It's basically the gospel of otaku, double happy, lick that one if you want to.

There are no other drawbacks other than kidney deficiency.

"I can interpret that you are lucky?" Tang Luo stretched out his hand and slowly brushed it over the painting.

Eko Kawakami, who was next to him, trembled slightly with Tang Luo's movements.

It was as if Tang Luo's fingers were some kind of sharp blade slowly slicing through her body, and he could cut off her body at any time.

"Or do you mean that as long as there's a painting, you won't die?" Tang Luo asked.

"Yes, yes." Eko Kawakami was really scared this time, and any slightest flirtatious thoughts were completely erased.

She can be so prodigal, proflaming in all senses, naturally because she has many portraits.

Even if she is killed on the outside, she becomes a painted skin, and if the portrait is not completely destroyed, she Kawakami Eko will not die.

There are so many portraits and so many "people" in the living room, which will raise the charm of Eko Kawakami to the limit.

Even if she is a woman, just her gaze can make her instantly happy to the point of kidney deficiency and kidney deficiency.

Males, not to men.

No one can stand it.

Portraits are not objects that can be destroyed at will, at least not by normal fire and slashing.

Almost immortal!

With such characteristics, Eko Kawakami is, of course, the flight of waves.

But now, she really didn't dare.

What Tang Luo has in his hand is her last "life-saving straw", if Tang Luo kills her painting skin outside.

Eko Kawakami can at least return to the painting, reappearing, and even without consumption.

But if this painting is destroyed by Tang Luo, Eko Kawakami will really die and completely "die".

It is not the ontology that exists in these paintings, but that each painting can be an "ontology".

If Tang Luo chooses slowly, he won't be able to choose the correct portrait if he roams all over his body.

Master Xuanzang is upright, but he is a man who has seven in and seven out of his daughter's country, how could he fall into such a complete set?

Naturally, with keen insight, he broke the conspiracy of Eko Kawakami and grabbed her lifeblood in one fell swoop.

"Looks like it's the last one." Tang Luo, who pinched the lifeblood of Eko Kawakami, glanced at her.

Eko Kawakami nodded very reluctantly.

This is indeed the last one, and with her narcissistic personality, such a beautiful portrait will never be put away and put in some corner to collect dust.

Hanging in such a luxurious house and not being known to outsiders is already the biggest concession of Eko Kawakami.

Eko Kawakami was reluctant to even cover the portrait with a piece of cloth.

Moreover, even if Eko Kawakami really overcame his shortcomings and hid the portrait, Tang Luo would be able to find it by showing his soul.

"Good." Tang Luo casually threw the portrait aside, as if throwing garbage, and Kawakami Eko was shocked when he saw it.

"Go, send An An upstairs, get ready, we'll stay here at night." Tang Luo said.

Eko Kawakami behaved no different from her daughter-in-law: "Yes." Suddenly, there was a breath of Yamato Nadeshiko.

This morning, I learned about the situation of the rental house where the original owner of Tang Luo lived, and by the way, I rejected the happy ball of a new rich woman.

Go to Chu Chongtian's house at noon, open a new copy, and brush it directly in the afternoon, and solve the flower in the toilet by the way.

I gained a lot of merit, and the whole day was very fulfilling and meaningful.

Tang Luo had no intention of working overtime overnight, and planned to take a break and continue to do the right thing for the sky tomorrow.

Of course, if the rift girl or the corridor mimic ghost came to the door, Tang Luo would also be very happy to turn them into a successful virtue.

"I love survival missions."

Tang Luo said from the bottom of his heart, when the gods and demons are walking, there must be no one who loves the task of survival more than him.

Hopefully, the next mission will also be a survival mission.

A little calculation, out of six missions, there were a total of two survival missions, and it was not bad to maintain such a percentage of 33.333......%.

Perhaps for other gods and demons walking, the task of survival is more dangerous than the ordinary task, and it is the last thing they want to face.

After all, there is at least a chance of a wave of general missions, and even if the mission fails, at least you can survive.

And in the task of survival, failure is death.

There is no room for negotiation at all, and the general task is to tell you that there is danger somewhere, and to force people to go with a knife around their necks.

I really don't want to go, and I won't necessarily be wiped on my neck.

But the task of survival is to run after people dangerously, and if you can't run, you will wipe your neck.

The dove occupies the magpie's nest, and Tang Luo lies on the soft big bed of Kawakami Eko, thinking about which ghost he is going to turn into tomorrow, according to the urine sex of the survival task.

In fact, there is no need for Tang Luo to deliberately look for it, wandering around the city, it is estimated that he can attract ghosts.

Tang Luo didn't doubt it at all, these gods and demons walked here, and they had the physique of "attracting powerful ghosts" here.

Kill one, and it won't be long before a second, a third, will pop up.

From this point of view, if you don't kill the ghost who has been eyeing you, and deal with it, won't you meet another ghost?

There is indeed a bit of such a possibility, but there is also the possibility of a group of powerful ghosts rushing up.

Survival mission, it's good to give a little respite.

It's really unlikely that you'll be trying to get to the end.

"Speaking of which, there are still two gods and demons who have not encountered them when they walk, and they don't know if they are dead or not." Whispering, taking off his glasses, Tang Luo closed his eyes, "I'm going to sleep." ”

The whistling dog next to the pillow leaped to his feet, slapping his paw on the light of the wall.

The room was plunged into darkness, and the moonlight outside cast a blue light through the gaps in the curtains.

The whistling dog returns to the edge of the pillow and lies down again.

Turning off the lights is what a mature dog should do.

Early the next morning, in the garden open space outside the villa, Tang Luo took out the House of the Curse and enlarged it.

"Let's go in by ourselves." Tang Luo said to Eko Kawakami, who was holding his portrait, and let people move by themselves, which was very domineering.

Eko Kawakami looked at the gloomy room and moved with difficulty.

She knew very well that once she put the portrait in the room, her "life" changed.

"If you behave well, I'll keep you sane." Tang Luo said.

As the owner of the House of the Damned, he can make the house keep Eko Kawakami in it permanently, making her an indistinguishable member of the many ghosts inside.

It is also possible to give her some privileges to let Kawakami Eko keep herself, which is equivalent to imprisonment and imprisonment.

Why does it sound so strange and doesn't feel like a good man's operation?

In fact, otherwise, this is the normal operation of the monks, what Shushan Lock Demon Tower, Shaolin Temple's Demon Suppression Tower and the like, are all of the same nature.

Lingshan Da Lei Yin has a similar place.

Tang Luo had been in twice before, why only twice?

Because this thing was worried that after he went in, the precept monk Arhat or something, suddenly smashed the cup, rushed out thousands of King Kong and rushed up, and really locked him in.

Don Roco is always on guard.

As for why you have to go in, of course, you should be prepared.

When was he really locked up, he also had an understanding and prepared for running away.

The days in Lingshan were also very fulfilling.

Looking back now, it was all Tang Luo's lost youth, fighting wits and courage with the air, no, it should be said that it was a rainy day.

Although it was suddenly worn back and useless in the end, it was indispensable to guard against people.

Eko Kawakami entered the House of the Damned, and Tang Luo also walked in, and saw her wandering around, looking for a suitable place to scratch the portrait.

The requirement must be conspicuous, to be able to fully show her beauty, it can be said that it is completely hopeless.

"That's it." Tang Luo took the portrait, threw it into the toilet, and hung it above the flush toilet.

There was just a nail there.

Eko Kawakami's mouth opened, her face full of despair, she was wrong, she was really wrong.

She should have hung on the staircase facing the door in the first place, and she should not be disgusted by the poor lighting of the staircase.

Eko Kawakami didn't dare to disobey Tang Luo's decision, and if he raised objections, this ruthless and ruthless man might throw her portrait directly to the floor and let people step on it casually.

"Stay there." Tang Luo said, turning and walking out of the House of the Damned, retracting it.

Before he could return to the villa, the back door opened, and An An walked out with a cold face and two large kitchen knives in his hands—the kind that were enough to cut off the barrel bones.

"Master." Seeing Tang Luo, An An said hello, his face was still a little tense.

"What are you?" Tang Luo was a little strange.

"It's nothing, it's just that I don't think the world is boring." An An said, there is no doubt that this is the time of the sage.

A girl who is eighteen years old and in her youth, suddenly one day, is so happy that she is almost dehydrated with her "gaze", can she not be a sage?

"Girl, do you want to become a monk with a poor monk?" Tang Luo asked suddenly.

"Huh? No. An An shook her head, a monk or something, forget it, but she will definitely be the "goddess of coldness" for a while, the kind that is even colder than the flower of kaolin.

The big kitchen knife in his hand says it all.