Prison Painting shook his head without hesitation.

"Therefore, it is rare to hear such gentle words from the words of the god of killing today. It is precisely like this, what Ah means to kill the gods, that is, Sima Zhao's heart, everyone knows. ”

"Haha! I'm so embarrassed...... I feel like I've watched a big romance action movie today. The prison painting covered his face and snickered.

Xue Yan only felt that something was strange when he heard this, but he couldn't say what was wrong, so he had to give up the topic and said, "Our task will be difficult next." The God of Killing has now decided to provide protection for Jiangbei Eagle, and we won't be able to touch him for a while. What are your thoughts? ”

Prison Painting pondered for a moment, and said with a bitter face: "Drag it!" Anyway, it is necessary to do the first thing to stir up the relationship between Longchang Real Estate and Jiangling Group and collapse from the inside. Although it is not possible to move the Jiangbei Eagle openly, the weakening of the power is not in the way. It's just that in the end, it will definitely have to settle accounts with Jiangbei Eagle. I'm afraid it won't be so easy when the time comes. ”

"If I'm not in a hurry, I've got a solution."

Seeing Xue Yan looking at her unhurriedly and smiling, waiting for him to say the next sentence, he anxiously pulled his sleeve and said, "Say, when you are old for a long time, you will know that you don't talk when you laugh!" ”

"Before I tell you, you have to answer me a question." Xue Yan's smile deepened, and he had a bad premonition when he saw the painting.

"What's the problem?" She asked subconsciously.

"You just said that it must be abnormal for a man and a woman to be entangled for so many years without stopping?" Xue Yan asked.

"That's right......" Xue Yan hadn't said anything yet, and the little heart of the prison painting had already begun to speed up.

"That'...... You say, are the two of us normal? As Xue Yan approached, the cold air that erupted from his lips had all penetrated into the ears of the prison painting, and the cold prison painting was a spirit, but his heart was hot.

"What are you talking about, what's not normal......" Prison Painting shrank back as he tried to push Xue Yan away from his side. I've known you for a short time, okay? Why do you seem to know me very well......"

"Really?" Xue Yan's question didn't mean to ask, instead

And like a resolute denial. "I remember someone saying today that I owe no different than she owes. Well, where does that start? ”

Looking at Xue Yan's leisurely and smug look, he hated it so much, but he was anxious to know what good ideas Xue Yan had, so he had to blush and compromise: "In the eyes of others, am I not your side concubine......

"It's the princess, not the side concubine." Xue Yan corrected her seriously: "Now people call them wives." Remember? ”

"Got it, got it, huh." The prison painting complained quietly, but the flush on his face was even more difficult to dissipate. "Tell me, what's the solution?"

Seeing her like this, Xue Yan stopped teasing her, and explained: "In the past, the God of Killing was an invulnerable god, and no one could do anything about him, so once he became someone's backer, it was very terrifying. Right? ”

"Yes." The prison painting had just been disturbed by Xue Yan, and his brain stopped working, so he could only answer him mechanically.

"Isn't that different now? There is a man who can make the god of killing for 5,000 years. This Ah is also the giant **ug in the system of killing gods. So the only place we can do it is ah. ”

"That's right." Prison Painting regained his senses a little, nodded again, and watched Xue Yan's eyes change from blurry to shining.

Seeing that he was imprisoned, Xue Yan had the illusion that he was RMB for a moment.

"This ...... Eh, princess, can you not look at me like this, the eyes are too enthusiastic, I can't resist it......"

"Less verbose! Say it! "At this time, the prison painting has already come out of the ambiguous distraction just now, where will it be led astray by Xue Yan? directly slapped Xue Yan on the back, beating Xue Yan into a fist and begging for mercy.

"Where did you just go? Oh, yes bug. Yes, let's start with Ah. ”

"Do you have a way to convince her?" Prison Painting asked in surprise.

Xue Yan shook his head: "Although Ah has been in the underworld for five thousand years, his position is not high, and he has not dealt with us much. And her personality is indeed a little strange, as if there is something ...... Overzealous

。 So the people in the underworld avoided her, for fear that she would be booed and ask for warmth and cause unnecessary trouble. Therefore, she has no friends in the underworld. ”

"I'll go!" The prison painting was not a small surprise. "It's so enthusiastic that it's scary, it seems that it's really not easy for that unicorn Xiaobai and killing gods. No wonder what the killing god said, no one could stand her temper. Looks like it's the truth! ”

"Probably."

"What then? I feel like she's willing to help me, but I'm also a little afraid of being entangled by her...... With my character, I guess it will be difficult to get along with her. ”

"So, we can now find a way to save the country."

"Curves save the country? What do you mean? Puzzled asked.

Xue Yan pointed to Xiaobai, the unicorn who was left on the altar and was surrounded by immortals. After a glance at the prison painting, I understood what Xue Yan meant. Xiaobai is a crucial link between the killing god and Ah. Although it has offended Ah now, it has also been with Ah Chaoxi for nearly 5,000 years before, and it is very affectionate no matter what. If you can pull Xiaobai to your side, educate and educate, let it have nothing to do and do A's work, and pick a gap between Jiangbei Eagle and the killing god or something......

On the altar, Xiao Bai was surrounded by immortals and forced to ask what the killing god said yesterday. Xiaobai was surrounded by the immortals, although he liked the strong fairy aura very much, but he was also anxious about the questions of the immortals. Because it was afraid of being held accountable by the God of Killing, it didn't dare to tell the secret of the God of Killing, and finally when it was about to collapse, it held its head and shouted, "Don't ask me again!" I'm not going to tell you about killing the gods yesterday and boasting about their beauty! ”

The immortals were in an uproar, and then burst into laughter. Prison Painting looked at Xue Yan worriedly and asked, "Are you sure you want to find this thing to do such a difficult thing?" Why do I feel a little unreliable? ”

"Don't worry!" Xue Yan patted the head of the prison painting and comforted: "Although Xiaobai is not good, but those two are even worse, there will be no problem." ”

Looking at Xue Yan's serious face, the prison painting gave him a roll of the eyes and let him understand it himself. After the immortals laughed and dispersed, the two quietly came to the altar and stretched out their claws to Xiao Bai, who had just regained his freedom.