"Giggles, the slave family has such a little ability, and you have broken it!" The skin of the painting gently strokes the hair, and the beautiful eyes flow around, and the style is varied.

Mr. Mover stared at the painting skin for a while, and suddenly said, "You are not from the Dong family!" ”

"Does it matter which family I belong to?" Painted Skin chuckled.

"Who the hell are you?" Mr. Mover asked in a deep voice.

"It's annoying!"

The painting skin pretended to be shy, and the arm that stopped on his chest moved again, revealing a touch of snow white, "Mr. wants to marry the slave family, and he has been asking who the slave family is!" ”

Mr. Mover looked at the painting uncertainly, and did not jump off the stone platform.

From this, it can be seen that he and the king of Tongxian stele have their own thoughts.

Inside the sarcophagus, the blood is still spreading, and the speed seems to be very slow, and it will take a certain amount of time to fill the talisman pattern on the corpse.

However, no one can guarantee that the spread of bloodshot has been so slow.

Once Mr. Mover goes down, and the speed of bloodshot spread faster, then the Tongxian Tablet King who stayed in front of the sarcophagus will undoubtedly be able to get close to the water and get the moon first.

Therefore, Mr. Mover didn't go down, and in my opinion, he may even be wondering if this painted skin was sent by the King of Tongxian Tablet.

As for who this painted skin is, it is not known for the time being.

"Sir, are you worried that you will be entangled with the slave family and not get the dragon corpse?"

Mr. Mover did not speak, and the painting skin spoke.

"You're sowing discord with your hand, and it's a smooth game, and I'm now wondering more and more about who is standing behind you!" Mr. Mover said with a chuckle.

"Sir, I'll give you a clue, guess what?" Painted playfully winked.

"Tell me about it!" Mr. Mover said thoughtfully.

I glanced at Mr. Mover, and the two of them were now playing a dumb game.

After one glance, I looked at the body inside the sarcophagus.

The bloodshot had spread to the corpse's chest, and at the current rate, it would take about half an hour for the bloodshot to fill the talisman pattern on the surface of the corpse.

Lu Xiaoyu's state is still unstable, she stares at the spread speed of the blood without blinking, and calls a child from time to time, looking at her appearance, it seems that she is sure that her two children will be resurrected in the corpse, which is somewhat strange.

"The dragon soul under the stele of the town mountain, the dragon soul of the town seeks immortality!"

On the surface of the river, the painted skin covered his chest with one hand and his buttocks with the other, and after turning around lightly, he looked up at Mr. Mover, smiled and said a word.

After speaking, the painting skin blinked, looked at Mr. Mover, and said with a smile: "Sir, I'm done, it's time for you to guess!" ”

Mr. Mover was shocked, and did not answer, but looked back at me directly.

"What do you think I'm doing? The matter of Dongmen Village, I didn't say it! I immediately understood what he meant, he suspected that it was me, and leaked the secrets of Dongmen Village.

Not to mention that Mr. Mover is curious, I am also curious, how did this painting skin know.

This sentence can be said to expose the old bottom of Mr. Mover.

Don't look at Mr. Mover, he doesn't have much expression except for shock, but I'm sure he can't be in a hurry!

As soon as he leaves, there will be no people in Dongmen Village, and his home is easy to be stolen!

Mr. Mover slowed down for a moment and didn't say anything to me, but turned back to look at the painted skin again, and said in a deep voice, "Who told you this?" ”

"Sir, it's boring to say it, I need you to guess!" Pictori stuck out his tongue, stretched out his hand to me, and said, "Anyway, it's not what he said!" ”

After speaking, she said again: "Sir, your little secret, since you went down the mountain, it is not a secret!" ”

Mr. Mover looked at the painting skin uncertainly, and only after half a sound did he say, "You go on!" ”