Painting world.

The goddess on top had a cold face, she was Flame Lingji, the great god known as the cold-blooded goddess.

In front of the throne of the Flame Spirit, there was a group of young and handsome little fresh meat, they all knelt on the ground, and everyone was so pious.

"Ah, my queen!"

"O my goddess. ”

"Lord Flame Lingji, why are you sullen. ”

"It stands to reason that Lord Flame Lingji's beautiful day starts with loving me. ”

Xiao Xianrou is either praising Flame Lingji, or singing about her charm, or holding her feet. In short, they are all pets kept by this great god of painting, strictly in captivity.

If one day Flame Lingji doesn't like them, she can sell them at any time, but unfortunately, Flame Lingji doesn't have that kindness, she will kill them, chop them up, and bury them in flower beds.

Hearing Xiao Xianrou's praise, Flame Lingji was not happy at all, because the only remaining heir of the Doubi clan found her, and also wanted her to be a tool to give birth to his heir. "Dou Bifang, you are so bold. Suddenly, Flame Spirit Ji said angrily. With a thud, her right palm slapped heavily on the throne, and when she landed, the gem on the armrest shattered, turned into jade shavings, and was thrown away.

Almost instantly, the little fresh meat kneeling in front of the throne was all trembling, and they were all frightened. Because they all know that the Flame Spirit Ji is moody, and if they are unhappy, they can kill them at any time.

"Dou Bifang, my doppelganger can be given to you, but you even cut out two doppelgangers, in a vain attempt to come to my painting world and arrest me back. Do you think you are the master of the painting world, the supreme being? Flame Spirit Ji sneered. Click, click, she crushed the armrest on the right side of the throne, turned it into metal shards, and burst open.

Below, the smiles of the group of little fresh meat suddenly froze, because although the metal chips flew out, they were not traceless, but turned into a clump and crashed into dozens of people, like metal balls.

Bang bang bang ...... After dozens of sounds, the ground was full of broken limbs, rotten meat, and bone residue. The little fresh meat that is still alive is also like the end has come, and they are all scared silly. Because their goddess had no warning, and a single shot killed many people. Maybe they will be next, and whoever is not worried will be a fool.

Brush.

An ink light burst out, and a handsome little fresh meat came. This person is different from the fresh meat that kneels on the ground or dies, he is one of the companions of the Flame Spirit Ji. And he also has a certain status in the art world.

"What's wrong, something bad happened. Fresh Meat, who had long black hair, suddenly asked with a smile, and with a flick of his big hand, he swept away all the living and dead people on the ground, and he didn't know where to send them. "Every time I come to you, I have to clean up a lot of garbage. The black-haired little fresh meat said unhappily, "Flame Lingji, you are a great god, and my sister is also a great god in the painting world." And she's on par with you. ”

"So what. Your sister is strong, what does it have to do with you. Flame Spirit Ji said indifferently.

"No, it has nothing to do with me. The black-haired young man said with a smile, the reason why he swept all the people who were kneeling out of the house was that he was worried that Flame Lingji would make him make a fool of himself in public, but now it's okay, there are only two of them in the main hall, and there is nothing to worry about.

"You're in a bad mood, who messed with you, my woman. The black-haired man said again. "No matter who it is, as long as I provoke you, I will kill him and be angry for you. ”

"Oh, you're going to help me out. Flame Lingji stared at Xiao Xianrou like a fool, "This is true, do you dare to do what you say, otherwise I will look down on you." If you hadn't had a big shot, I would have thrown you away. ”

"Hahaha, in the art world, I still have a bit of a thin face. The black-haired man laughed, "Tell me, it's something that doesn't have long eyes that provoked you." ”

"That man is not from the world of painting. Flame Spirit Ji said.

"It's not people in the painting world, well, the people in the painting world are the writers' world, Confucianism, and the book world. Your name is also very loud in those realms, and if someone doesn't give you face, can he really bear it? ”

"It's the one who defiles the world. At the same time, he is also a member of the Buddha Kingdom. Flame Lingji snorted, "See for yourself." After speaking, with a wave of her right arm, a mirror spun out, reflecting the clones of Bi Fang Buddha and Flame Lingji.

"Ah!" the black-haired little fresh meat was alarmed, "Isn't that a clone you like very much, how could it be caught by a green hair." ”

"Greenhair?" Flame Lingji was angry and funny, and at the same time despised the waste standing in front of him. "Do you really have a problem with your brain, ten of you, a hundred you can't compare to him. What do you know!"

"Nani, I can't compare to him if you say a hundred. The black-haired young man said angrily, "Flame Lingji, you don't have to provoke me, I will kill him and avenge you." Whoever he is and where he is, I will rush over. ”

Just as the black-haired little fresh meat spoke, a red Buddha light slashed out of the mirror, and with a click, the mirror burst out, and the Buddha light was not extinguished, and continued to slash at the little fresh meat.

"Good fellows. The black-haired young man said angrily, "You dare to destroy the flame mirror of the flame spirit, and you dare to hurt me." ”

Call!

The right palm of the little fresh meat slashed forward, colliding with the red Buddha light. Click! Xiao Xianrou's wrist shattered, and his right hand also turned into powder, and the Buddha's light dissipated.

From beginning to end, Flame Spirit Ji was indifferent.

"Ahh But Flame Lingji glanced at him, as if he was looking at a fool. "This person is so stupid that he can't be helped, but he just broke his hand, which is a little unbeautiful. Fortunately, his big Ji Ji Ji has not been broken and can still be used. I won't abandon him for a while. ”

Flame Lingji is not a philanthropist, if she has no value to her, she can just throw it away, and it will be a waste of her time to keep it. After all, the great god is very busy, and in addition to creating, he also finds inspiration and deals with all kinds of people.

"Ahh

"Stop yelling. Your right hand is nullified. Flame Lingji said indifferently, "Look at your little bit of appearance, didn't I tell you, he is a person from the Dirty Realm, or a person from the Buddha Kingdom, you don't listen to it yourself, and you don't guard against it, now it's okay, pay the price." ”

"You ......" The little fresh meat on the ground had nothing to say. At the same time, he also understood that Flame Spirit Ji was clearly using him, and he didn't have any real friendship with him.

"What, go and beg your sister, she is a goddess, a goddess like me, maybe stronger than me. You've just broken an arm, and she'll be able to get it back for you. Flame Lingji sneered, "I still don't call your sister, she is worthy of talking to me, you are just passing the microphone, but you don't know it, it's really disgusting." Flame Lingji said again.

The black-haired little fresh meat on the ground originally wanted to get angry, but when he saw a layer of cold mist surging in Flame Lingji's eyes, he immediately shut up, knowing that he was arguing, let alone waiting for his sister to let him be reborn with a broken hand, it was a question of whether he could survive or not.

"At least you should let me know who cut off my hand. The black-haired little fresh meat said calmly.

"Dou Bifang. Flame Spirit Ji said, "The only remaining Ji Lao of the Doubi clan. ”

"You mean, he's a member of the royal family of the Dirty Realm, the Doubi clan?" said the black-haired man, "Why are you ......?"

"Why didn't I remind you in the first place? Flame Spirit Ji said. "Do you still think you're a child, you have to be reminded of everything, I'm not your sister, and I have no obligations. ”

For some reason, the more Flame Lingji looked at the fresh meat on the ground, the more he felt that he was a waste, and his murderous intent had moved, "It's better to kill him." "There was a thought that arose in the mind of the great god of painting, and it became clearer and clearer.

Brush!

A divine light burst forth and landed on the Flame Hall of the Flame Spirit. Boom, the red flames exploded, turned into a sea of fire, and threw high into the air. But the Temple of Flames was as stable as a mountain and did not waver.

The Great God, the second Great God, has descended, and he has come with great wrath.

"Sister, it's my sister who is here!" said the black-haired young man on the ground, "Save me, sister save me." He said.

Syllable.

The new god slapped the black-haired little fresh meat away with one palm, "You are also worthy of being my brother, don't think I don't know, you are using my banner to deceive and ruin my reputation in the painting world, and I haven't settled accounts with you yet." If you weren't my own brother, I would have killed you a long time ago. The great god of the painting world said angrily.

Bang bang bang! bang...... The second god of painting not only slapped his younger brother away, but also kicked him with his foot. Hit the opponent all over the ground. "Sister, you're your own sister, why did you do this to me. "Little Fresh Meat is about to cry.

"Beat you for your own good, make you a material, not a waste material, be broken and burned. O brother, accept the blow of my love. The second great god of painting laughed.

What kind of love is there in the blow. The little fresh meat on the ground was also speechless, but he couldn't resist, and he couldn't count his sister, otherwise he would suffer.

Flame Lingji is watching from the sidelines, and he doesn't plan to stop it at all, it's better for you brothers and sisters to sing a double reed in front of me. "One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer, what else can I say. Flame Lingji smiled, "Qiqiao sister, you can stop it." ”

"Oh, isn't this Flame Spirit Ji, you're there too. What a coincidence. Tangram smiled. Although she has a sister in her name, she is older than Flame Lingji.

Qiqiao Mei is a senior, the predecessor of Flame Lingji.

But in the eyes of Flame Lingji, there is no talk of respect and inferiority, and there is no concept of predecessors, just an old woman......

Thinking so in his heart, Flame Lingji said on the surface: "Sister is here." Qiqiao Song was disobedient and was cut off by Dou Bifang. You have great powers, you should be able to take it back. It is easy for you to be reborn with a broken hand, hurry up, otherwise Tangram's hand really won't be able to take it back. ”

"Sister, I don't want to be a one-handed man, help me pick it up, no, I can't catch it, that hand has been completely shattered, you can help me grow another hand, what's the matter." It's really not good, you can just cut off a few of the little fresh meat you raised, chop off their hands, and help me continue to renew it. Tangram, the black-haired man, said anxiously, because it was his hand that was broken.

Qiqiao Mei glanced at her brother's broken wrist, sneered, at the broken wrist, countless filthy gases burst out, some red, some black, and some green, and green occupied the main color.

The filth prevented Tangram's broken wrist from healing, and it also gave birth to many demons thinner than hair, flying near Tangram's wrist, and the magic sound lingered and lingered. "The king of the Doubi clan. Qiqiao snorted, "Good means, even if you are so far away, you can still hurt my little brother, it's not easy." ”

Brush!

Suddenly, Qiqiao Mei's fingers were raised, and a divine light cut down, cutting off Qiqiao's entire right arm.

"Ahh "What are you doing, sister, what are you doing, are you my own sister. Would my sister do such a wolf-hearted thing? ”

Syllable.

Qiqiao Mei slashed out with a palm and hit Qiqiao Ge's face, and when she landed, the latter could no longer make a sound, and her face was swollen and her teeth were broken. "Waste is always waste, and no matter how much love you give, you don't know. If you weren't my brother, I'd kill you with one palm. The great god of the painting world roared, she hated her brother for not being angry, and even more hated him for not understanding her suffering. If he doesn't cut off his right arm, the tangram will be swallowed up by the filth, and in the end there will be nothing left.

"Tangram, you should forgive your sister's good intentions. "If she doesn't cut off your arm, you'll die." Before, I was not easy to start, because I was afraid that you would be disgusted and even turn against me. ”

Hmph! Qiqiao sister said in her heart, what a hate, so disgusted, you are really a lotus, white.

The two great gods in the painting world are fighting and fighting, but there are so many small fresh meat rolling on the ground, he is like a pig that has been cut (silenced), and he lets out a terrible scream, which is incredible. Qiqiao sister doubts that her brother is in so much pain, can't you just endure it, as for it.

Call.

Suddenly, the tangram girl grabbed a scroll and unfolded it, swooping, the ink fragrance burst out, forming a colorful practice, tying up the tangram song on the ground, and throwing it into the drawing paper. Because the Qiqiao sister had also heard enough of the little brother's roar, she decided to seal him up first.

Without the cry of the Tangram Song, both Flame Lingji and the Tangram felt that the world had suddenly quieted down, and they were still a little unaccustomed to it.

Bang!

Qiqiao girl's sleeve rolled, and a cloud of ink light flew out, covering the severed arm on the ground and bringing it back. But the Tangram didn't touch it, but observed it up close.

Above the severed arm, countless demons are still there, and the filthy qi is still surging, and it does not mean to disappear, but is blazing. The cloud of ink that covered the broken arm of the Tangram suddenly exploded, turned into light chips, and was thrown away.

"The king of the Doubi clan, he has really grown up. Flame Lingji said, "I don't know what my sister thinks." ”

"Thoughts?" Qiqiao Mei sneered, "I don't have any ideas, I'm afraid he has thoughts about your sister, you have countless faces and many partners, why don't you listen to Dou Bifang's words and marry him." This person is a genius who will make a name for himself in the Dirty World and the Buddha Kingdom. If you can be on the list, you don't suffer. ”

Qiqiao Mei's words are reasonable, but the boss of Flame Lingji is not happy, and she said in her heart, why don't you go and Dou Bifang (silence). I will bless you again.

The two great gods of the painting world are both sensitive, even if they see through each other's thoughts, they don't explain, but chatter.

Qiqiao Mei said: "The dirty world, the group of filths rises together, the dragons and snakes come out together, there will be peerless big people, shake through an era, and become the existence that all filthy cultivators look up to." ”

Flame Lingji said: "Heroes emerge in troubled times, and the Dirty World may be about to enter a new era. But the relationship between our painting world and the pollution world is very far away, we can just sit and watch, why get involved in it and cause dust. ”

Qiqiao sister said: "My sister really likes to be alone, but Dou Bifang has found you, how can you stay out of the matter? Escape is not your style, otherwise you will not lead me out, say, how do you want to cooperate." After killing Dou Bifang, what good can I do. ”

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