I took a deep breath, calmed my emotions, and glanced at Yan Gexing out of the corner of my eye.

Intuitively, he's the only one on the scene who has a skeen to me. Of course, I am also the only one who threatens him, now and in the future.

He didn't stare at me, but at the back of Bing'er's head.

The box containing the "guinea centipede" was still in his arms, causing a large chunk of clothing to bulge out of his chest abruptly. I remember that the lid of the box was not completely closed, and the centipede had already crawled out, and I wonder if he had gotten the centipede back.

His hands hung down at the sides of his trouser pockets, all of them pinching handprints.

Among the mudras of all sects, the most obscure and difficult one is the "Top of the Wind" mudra of the Northwest Kunlun Sect. The cultivators of this sect completely use one hand to seal the seal, and the meaning of each mudra is like a northwest gale, violent and ferocious, strong and crazy, completely lacking the grace and generosity of other sects, showing a posture of retribution and full of anger.

Now, Yan Gexing's left thumb and ring finger are against each other, while the index finger, middle finger, and little finger are all stretched straight down, forming the "Crazy Demon Lion Rebellion against the Heavenly Seal". His right hand is "out of bounds", with his index, middle, ring, and little fingers all clenched, and only his thumb straight and pointing downward.

Taken together, these two mudras represent the meaning of "using all things as spears and killing enemies on behalf of all things".

I vaguely guessed that Yan Gexing was controlling Bing'er and launching a stealth attack on me.

He cherishes his feathers and is good at using the strength of others to make a move, but on the surface, he seems to be out of the way and has nothing to do with violent attacks.

I grabbed Bing'er's elbows with both hands and pushed her away. Unexpectedly, Bing'er's arms rolled up like bones, instantly wrapped around my arms, and locked the two of us firmly together.

This kind of action is exactly the same as jumping up with eyebrows to entangle Yan Tuya before, and it was Yan Gexing who controlled Yan Tuya at that time. Therefore, I understand better that Bing'er is under Yan Gexing's remote control at the moment.

"It's too much of a deception—" I lifted my breath suddenly, no longer paying attention to Bing'er's entanglement, but strode forward, taking Bing'er's body and rushing straight towards Yan Gexing.

He shouldn't use Bing'er to calculate me, because Bing'er is a pure and good girl, and her feelings for me are as clean as a clear spring. If Yan Gexing's trick succeeds, it will inevitably tarnish the innocent relationship between Bing'er and me.

Yan Ge retreated quickly, but my advance was faster, forcing him into a corner.

"Xiao Xia, misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding!" he explained with a smile as he clutched the box under his clothes with both hands.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to use the 'brain-eating technique' to control everyone? Do you want to keep everyone's thoughts for yourself? Others are fighting desperately in front of you to clear the big obstacle of Yan graffiti, what about you? Do you want to cross the river and tear down the bridge, unload the mill and kill the donkey? Mr. Yan, you think too beautifully, right?" I demolished him in person, and at the same time complained about Bai Fenfang's "improper choice of master".

People like Yan Gexing are not worthy of assistance, he completely ignores benevolence, righteousness and morality, and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. I believe that once he gains power, even Yagami will not be able to escape death.

In the past, the emperor of the Zhao family "released the military power with a glass of wine", which not only deprived the heroes of their authority, but also pacified them and stabilized their own country. He did it very skillfully, but it showed his insidious and cunning villainous heart, and he was finally scolded by later historians.

Now, before Yan Gexing has seized power, he has begun to act recklessly, and his behavior is even more hateful than that of the Zhao family.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding...... Xiao Xia, this is a misunderstanding, you must have misunderstood me. Of course I know that Bing'er is a good girl, and you must not doubt my sincerity. In this way, how about I leave first and leave this place to you? Bai Huashen will stay and serve you around for you to send at will, how about it?" Yan Gexing put on a lewd smile and refused to have a confrontation with me.

If I hadn't met him in the past, I wouldn't have realized how strong this person is "two-faced". Perhaps, the truly successful people have "two-faced, multi-faceted" in order to jump back and forth between various characters and scenes with ease.

"Okay, you go, it's better not to mess around. I slapped him on the shoulder.

"Of course, of course. Yan Gexing walked out with a smile, bypassed the golden shadow wall, and walked out of the golden gate.

He definitely won't give up, but at the moment he values the "guinea centipede" in the glass box too much, and in order to be safe, he deliberately avoids it and does not have any conflict with me.

When I looked back, Bing'er still looked in a trance, and Bai Fenfang had already begun to paint.

"Sit back and rest and don't overthink it. I pressed Bing'er on the shoulder and forced her to sit down on a chair.

"What just happened?" Bing'er asked, looking up.

I kissed her lightly on the forehead and whispered comfortingly: "Nothing happened, when the white painting god finishes repairing the mural, we will leave here." ”

Bing'er is a good girl who is subtle, if it weren't for Yan Gexing's secret trouble, she wouldn't have taken the initiative to make that kind of rude request.

"I was sleepy just now, and then I lost consciousness, like I was in a dream. Bing'er said, "Ah, Miss Bai's painting seems to be about to be completed—"

She pointed back, and I followed her gesture to look at Bai Fragrance.

Of course, the painting will not be completed so quickly, but Bai Fenfang has indeed painted part of the content on the wall, the figure of the figure, which is about to come out.

I was deeply impressed by the paintings in the tunnels under the church, which gave me terrifying hallucinations, as if my body had suddenly moved to the eaves of the heavy buildings of the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, and I witnessed the great changes that were about to take place in the palace there.

If Bai Fenfang reproduces the same painting, I wonder if something strange will happen again?

As long as Bai Fenfang doesn't stop writing, it proves that she hasn't finished painting yet. And she said that it would take hours to complete the painting, not overnight.

Yan Tuya's blood has been drained, if he is not so eager for quick success, he may be able to grow into a generation of thaumaturgical masters, and with the power of Yan Wangfu, he will achieve the name of immortality for thousands of years. Now that he has become a dead corpse, all his ambitions need not be talked about.

"I'll take my leave. Lian Chengbi walked up to me and whispered goodbye.

"Take care. I said.

At this time, everyone's identity is difficult to define, suddenly it is a knife, suddenly it is fish and meat, and no one can control their own destiny.

The King of Qin would aim for the tunnels under the Hongjialou Church, but he was continuously blocked, believing that his ambitions were running out.

"Yes, so will you. Before breaking up, I would like to remind you that this year's Scorpio peach blossoms are prosperous, and there are at least 20 flower events large and small, even if you dodge carefully, you will inevitably be hit. You, it's better to be careful, or you'll stick it to the rotten peach blossoms, and you won't be able to shake it off. Reminder is reminder, what you have in your life can't be avoided after all. Lian Chengbi said earnestly.

"Rotten peach blossoms" is a man's fate, and it is also a "cancer of feelings" between men and women. Aunt Guan was the best at breaking the "Peach Blossom Tribulation" during her lifetime, and the success rate was extremely high, and she well protected the family life of the old neighbors on Qushuiting Street, and persuaded at least a dozen pairs of men and women who went to the court for divorce.

I'm not afraid of "rotten peach blossoms", my heart is settled, and I can't stand dust, so any "rotten peach blossoms" are helpless against me.

"Goodbye. I said.

Lian Chengbi worked hard for King Qin, so she not only lived for herself, but also had too many responsibilities on her shoulders, and the more she walked, the more difficult it became, and she couldn't afford to miss a little. Xixi and I happened to save her, which is equivalent to helping her through the catastrophe.

Lian Chengbi clenched his fist at me, then turned his head and walked towards the shadow wall.

When she reached the wall, Bing'er suddenly shouted: "Miss Lian, please wait, I have something to say." ”

Lian Chengbi naturally turned around and waited by the wall.

Bing'er chased after her, and the two took a step forward, and their bodies were blocked by the shadow wall.

I didn't pay much attention to Yan Tuya, his death was a blessing for the Central Plains thaumaturgical world, and it would make people in this industry fight a lot. He died under the wrestling of that mysterious force, and he died as he deserved, and he would not bother others.

"This is the first picture. Bai Fenfang stopped writing, took a step back, and muttered to herself.

I looked up at the wall, and all the characters had been painted, and each one of them was lifelike. The demon dragon opposite the grass coke also drew a sketch, only missing the coloring steps.

"White Painting God, why did you say the first layer just now?" I asked.

Bai Fenfang replied solemnly: "When the ancient masters painted, they didn't want to paint one paragraph at all, but accumulated thick and thin, and what they could draw at the end of the pen was the world in their hearts. I have no intention of imitating the predecessors who used to paint, those who learn from me live, those who are like me die, everyone has the concept of good and evil in their minds, as long as the painter can blend with the aura of the viewer, there is no problem. The first layer is just a real picture, and the second layer is quickly colored, so that such a good original painting is completely presented to the viewer. ”

She turned her head to talk to me, her eyes scanning the room.

I was keenly aware that when her gaze met the Red Sleeves, she apparently paused for two seconds, and her eyes showed a very complicated look. On the contrary, when she saw the sunset, there was no such change in her eyes.

Red Sleeve is a very complicated person, and I know that.

"What did you find?" I whispered.

Bai Fenfang hesitated for a moment and shook her head slowly: "No...... I was a little distracted just now. ”

That being said, she swept her gaze back for the second time, and deliberately stopped at Redsleeves for a few seconds, then her eyes flashed thoughtfully.

Redsleeves turned his back to us, all the while looking at the people in the golden cage.

"If you find anything, just tell us. "I remind Bai Fragrance.

"Oh, this...... I feel that Miss Hong has something to do with the characters in this painting, but there are more than 100 people in the painting, and I don't know who she has to do with - what kind of relationship does she have? Alas, my heart is also confused, which is not a good sign. Bai Fenfang sighed and said.

As I looked at the mural, I couldn't help but think of Elder Wen hidden deep in the "crab navel".

In the chaos, there are thousands of things, like a ball of yarn scratched by hundreds of kittens, and I can no longer figure out the beginning and the end.

"Let's draw, after the painting, maybe everyone's thinking will suddenly be clear. I said helplessly.

"Draw a thousand times, and see its righteousness. Hehe...... I'm a painter, and sometimes I can't see it as clearly as Mr. Xia. Ashamed, ashamed!" Bai Fenfang shook her head and sighed.

The key now is that she can finish the mural. The painting, which had been destroyed by the claws of an unknown creature, was like a secret door, hiding the secrets of Elder Wen.

In the past, the Fahai monk was chased and killed by the two snakes of the blue and white, and in desperation, he hid in the "crab navel" to continue his cultivation, waiting for the day when the merits were completed and the Quartet was killed. I hope that Elder Wen will do the same, no longer secretly born in the "crab navel", but stand up and explain everything clearly.

"Ahh

Even Chengbi and Bing'er were behind the wall, and the voice seemed to belong to Bing'er.

I rushed over and saw that Bing'er had fallen to the ground, with a knife stuck in her heart, and blood shot out, making a "sizzling" sound, which had quickly stained the shadow wall made of gold.

There are only two people behind the wall, and Bing'er is assassinated, so even Chengbi can't get out of it.

"I killed her. Lian Chengbi nodded calmly in acknowledgement.

"What reason?" I asked.

"The giant crossbow shoots the long whale. Lian Chengbi replied with seven words.

Her expression was calm, without any guilt after killing.

Xixi rushed over and stood beside me wordlessly. We are all connoisseurs, and we know that after a knife is stabbed in the heart, it is difficult for a person to survive.

"Just for that?" I asked.

Lian Chengbi nodded: "Yes, if I tell you that this is a code word, will you be able to understand why I killed her?"

Bing'er collapsed in a pool of blood, and at first her body could twitch slightly, but soon she was motionless and lost signs of life.

"Tell me about it. "I'm not angry, I just want to hear Lian Chengbi's reason for killing.

In the midst of the upheaval, my heart seemed to have become numb, and I was able to withstand any blow while quickly gathering strength to move on.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are killings and deaths, which is understandable and well-known. However, the murderer must have a good reason to prove that she has a clear conscience, otherwise, she will have to pay for the deceased's life.