This wishful thinking lasted for a long time, and it was not until the dancing woman put away her dancing posture and stroked her sleeves and left, and the jade fairy got up to put away the piano and prepared to leave, that the two had the opportunity to look at each other.

The Jade Fairy still has that peerless face, but it is much paler. She looked ahead in a daze, and slowly turned her head until she stopped moving when she was looking directly at him.

He was sure that the Jade Fairy sensed his presence.

But her sloppy eyes also showed that she didn't see herself.

"Big Jade!" he called softly.

The jade fairy stretched out her hand and touched it in front of her.

He also put his palm on it.

There is a mirror between the two, and it is an insurmountable chasm.

Suddenly, the Jade Fairy's body shook, and she hurriedly picked up the piano and turned around and left in a panic.

Ye Feifei was stunned.

The moment she turned around, he saw two clear chains hanging from the Jade Fairy's feet......

Booming in the head!

She's imprisoned?!

The heavens and the earth shook, and the shadow of the moon shrank rapidly.

He turned around in shock.

I'm still in the gazebo, but ......

There was one more person not far away.

The man was wrapped in black and carried a bright steel knife in his hand.

"Who are you?" he patted the bag and took the cross sword.

Without saying a word, the man leaped to his feet and slashed at him with his broadsword.

The blade was extremely sharp, and a cold wind instantly surrounded him, and he even had a terrible feeling that his hands and feet were imprisoned.

Seeing that the big sword was coming, Ye Feifei knew that it was impossible to deal with the enemy with his flexible skills at this time, so he held the hilt of the sword with both hands and used all the strength of his body to stab upward.

He's gambling.

He bet that his sword is long, and the opponent's sword is short.

If the other party ignores it, he will not escape the fate of the ghost, and the other party will be pierced by his own sword first.

Sure enough, when the sword was wrong, the man in black suddenly turned around, slammed the big knife down to the ground, turned over and stood up.

The sense of bondage is gone!

Ye Feifei quickly retracted his sword, rushed in front of the man like lightning, and slashed at the neck of the man in black with his sword.

The man in black hadn't fully stood still, the blade had arrived, and he had to retreat to dodge.

How could Ye Feifei give him a chance to breathe?

While he stepped back, the Cross Sword castrated unabated, and at the same time strode forward, tiptoe straight to the black-clothed man's lower yin.

The man in black retreats again!

Ye Feifei forced and stabbed again!

Boom!

The man in black finally stepped into the air and fell into the water under the gazebo.

There was a loud bang, and the man in black stepped on the water without waiting for the water to flood his head.

However, his body had not completely left the water, and Ye Feifei had already thrown out one leg and smashed it on the shoulder of the man in black.

The man in black snorted, and the big knife fell out of his hand and into the water.

Seeing a rare opportunity, Ye Feifei threw himself into the water, and with a snort the sword pierced the left arm of the man in black, and the sword body turned and brought a splash.

Blood burst out, and a left arm flew out of the water.

The man in black sank to the bottom.

Ye Feifei flew into the pavilion.

The water bubbled and bubbled for a while, but soon calmed down.

He stood quietly in the gazebo, watching the movement of the water.

He didn't believe the man had a chance to live.

The sword just now, although it only cut off his arm, but when the two of them were at a wrong time, the embroidery needle hidden in his palm accurately stabbed the man in black in the chest.

Judging by the length of the embroidery needle and the depth of the piercing, even if it had not pierced him, his heart would have been ruined.

He was waiting, waiting for the body of the man in black to float up.

Time passed, and the river was still calm. Let's read the book

What's going on? Could he still be able to escape?

His gaze froze at the severed arm on the river.

The sword body swung and picked up the broken arm to take a look, which surprised him.

Where is a human arm, clearly a prosthetic arm drawn on paper!

Draw?

His heart fluttered, and he put away his sword and jumped into the water.

After some searching, the rest of the painting was found not far from the gazebo.

I don't know what material the paper is made of, it doesn't get wet in the water, and it still retains its original appearance. The figure in the painting is dressed in black, with only two eyes exposed.

Ye Feifei contemplated, the world in front of him changed, and the illusion appeared.

In the illusion, I lay the painting flat on the ground, fit the fractures in line with each other, and try to keep it intact as much as possible, and then began to try the method I had used before, pulling the person on the painting up.

After trying a few times, there was no response, and the sand and dust gathered and scattered on the painting, but there was no way to make the people on the painting move.

Suddenly, he had an idea, maybe he didn't need to restore the person in the painting, wouldn't it be okay to create an identical person?

Thinking of this, he no longer bothered with the person in the painting, but let the sand and dust attach to the human form, and then tried to pull out a phantom figure according to this shape.

As a result, he succeeded!

The figure formed by the sand and dust is exactly the same as the person in the painting, just standing there motionless, just a mud tire.

"Take off the face towel!"

He didn't know if that sentence would be useful to the statue.

However, a strange scene appeared, the face towel on the statue's face began to recede layer by layer, and a familiar face appeared.

Gong for example?!

Isn't this the same person who disappeared a few days ago?

"You...... Is it the living or the dead?"

Miya's "mouth" moved.

Ye Feifei carefully observed the shape of his lips and judged what he wanted to express.

"I am a living dead man!"

The living dead?

"Who put you in the painting?"

"Holy Emperor!"

"Is the Holy Emperor a worry-free ancestor?"

Gong Ru was silent for a long time, and slowly shook his head, "I don't know." ”

Ye Feifei thought for a moment and asked, "Have you seen the Holy Emperor?"

"I've seen it!"

He ...... Is it a real person or a person in a painting?"

"He's a real person living in a painting!"

Gong Ru did not hesitate at all.

Ye Feifei's heart shook violently.

If everything in the palace is true, then it can be concluded that this Holy Emperor of Kyushu is the Worry-free Ancestor, and he is also a guy known as Dan Qingzi.

When he finally saw him, he disappeared into a black hole, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, could it be that he had escaped to Kyushu to become the Holy Emperor? He shook his head, his idea was wrong, this worry-free ancestor should have been the Holy Emperor of Kyushu.

"You asked me to be arranged by the Holy Emperor?"

He continued.

Miyaru shook his head.

"You want to avenge Xiao Meiyi?"

Miyaru nodded slowly.

"You and her...... Forget it, I'm not interested in what the relationship between the two of you is. Tell me now, will you ever survive?"

The palace is silent and silent.

Ye Feifei asked again, but Gong Ru still didn't have any response. He reached out and touched him, and the palace turned into dust and disappeared.

The portrait is still drawn.

Ye Feifei knew that it would never be possible for Gong Ru to come out of the painting again.

He let out a sigh of relief, carefully rolled up the painting into his arms, and jumped out of the illusion.