When Ye Jianzang heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Nerd......, are you awake?"

"Hmmm......"

Nangong held his forehead and groaned.

I drank a glass of Delirium and got drunk on the spot. And when he got drunk, he didn't even remember what he had done. To put it bluntly, he just drank the fragments......

In the haze, Nangong seemed to hear Ah Zi discussing what kind of painting soul, so he asked.

Liang Zi's anger had subsided at this time, and he was frightened by Mr. Aaron's legend about "painting souls", how could he still have the heart to investigate the nerd running away from home, so Aaron's words were repeated like this.

"What do you mean...... Is it true?"

When Nangong heard this, he suddenly woke up with even the last trace of alcohol, and secretly felt afraid.

Painting the soul or something, even he didn't expect it, he was just drunk, and was aroused by that cup of dreams, so he used the wine to send the painting lyrical, but he didn't expect to make a painting soul.

"Careless, careless......" Nangong secretly broke out in a cold sweat.

"How often did I lie to you?" Liang Zi glared. This nerd is really not the master of Ansheng! I haven't said anything about your escape, but you suspect me!

Hum!

"That's not what I meant......," Nangong explained embarrassedly, he just subconsciously said casually. After a long groan, Nangong spoke: "Since it is so dangerous, then destroy it, so as not to tire people and things......"

Regarding the matter of painting souls, Nangong's opinion is the same as Liang Zi's.

He is the owner of the painting, and he has the most right to speak, Ye Jianzang raised his hand in approval.

So Liang Zi repeated his praise for Mr. Aaron again.

"In that case...... All right...... Mr. Aron, then please. Nangong nodded and agreed to hand over the painting to Mr. Aaron for safekeeping.

So saying, he opened the painting.

Nangong just wanted to see his work, but who expected that this move caused Liang Zi and Ye Jianzang to be very nervous, and exclaimed: "Don't open it!"

Little Bena is still lying down. If this is opened, won't it be ......

But by this time it was too late.

Hearing only the sound of "swish", Datang appeared in front of him, and Bai Chi's face was smiling at everyone.

That smile, as if magical, attracted everyone's attention.

Liang Zi said no, but when Nangong opened the painting, her eyes widened. At the end of the day, as long as it's a person, there's definitely curiosity. Since Mr. Aron said that painting souls is so magical. She wanted to see it too.

Who knew that at a glance, Liang Zi's eyes suddenly straightened.

After just one glance, she couldn't take her eyes off it anymore.

"Uncle Bai......" Liang Zi muttered, staring at the painting tightly, his eyes gradually becoming blank, as if he had been sucked out.

Just one glance, there are many illusions in front of me.

Everything I experienced in the past month in Datang was repeated one by one in front of my eyes, but from a different angle.

That is Nangong's angle.

Look at the painting. Liang Zi felt that he was Nangong, and he retook every step of Datang. From Daohua Village to Jiangquan Village, from Tianjue Valley to Tianxue City......

She saw Nanping, and Feng Yu died and did not fall.

She met Kunlun. Thousands of soldiers were turned into poisonous corpses.

In a dark corner, I suddenly saw the crying Nangong again. Mountains of corpses are piled up, pools of blood are like seas, and bones are prisoners. Soul purgatory, everything is like a shackle. Locked his body.

Nangong didn't struggle, just cried silently.

She only saw him burst into tears, she only saw his heart dripping blood.

Although he said that he was ashamed, he had no regrets. In fact, it is. But at this moment, Liang Zi knew that the shame was so strong.

Like mountains and seas, like waves, deep and huge, but not surging.

It's like a light rain after spring, moisturizing things silently, but it soaks every corner of the heart, which is completely irresistible.

Silently, Liang Zi's tears flowed. She never knew that under that breezy appearance, she could hide such deep guilt and self-blame.

At this moment, Liang Zi is like a bystander, and he seems to be involved in it, and has experienced every mental journey of Nangong.

A bright light flashed, and the sound of the magic cannon echoed in his ears.

Liang Zi felt that a small piece of his heart was missing from then on.

Suddenly, a dragon claw appeared in front of him, and Liang Zi saw Bai Chi disappear in front of his eyes, disappearing into the void, and his bones were gone. Immediately after, there was another beautiful woman with wings, turning into ice flowers, turning into powder, and dissipating piece by piece.

All this was the last scene Nangong saw when he was taken away by the Yanlong God, and at this time, it appeared in Liang Zi's heart.

Liang Zi felt so painful in her heart, as if she was about to be torn apart, she only felt endless grief and self-blame, she could never forgive herself, and would rather sink into darkness forever.

Self-exile.

The previous guilt suddenly surged over and merged together, so heavy that people couldn't breathe.

At this time, there was only one thought left in Liang Zi's heart.

"I killed Uncle Bai...... I killed Aunt Bai ......"

"I made little Bena an orphan......"

"It's me...... ruined this Datang ......"

"Someone like me...... The sin is great......"

"What's the use of not dying!"

Liang Zi slowly raised his palm, aimed at his heavenly spirit, and was about to slap it with one palm to understand his sinful life. Suddenly, with a "swish", Nangong put away the picture scroll, and then sighed: "Alas......"

The illusion disappeared, but Liang Zi did not wake up. She put down her palm, but stretched out to Nangong: "Paint...... Give it to me!"

As he spoke, even his eyes were red, red and red, like blood.

Nangong was slightly startled and asked, "Ah Zi, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, a hand reached over and grabbed the scroll in his hand, and when he looked back, he saw Ye Jianzang with a misty drunkenness in his eyes, and muttered with a smile in his mouth: "Come on...... Uncle Bai, let's have another drink!"

"After this cup, there are three more glasses ......"

"Life must be happy, and the mode golden shield is empty to the moon...... The wine will be entered, and the glass will not stop...... Come on, come on, have a drink!"

"Ah Zi, young master, what are you doing!"

Nangong's slight surprise finally turned into a big surprise, seeing that the two of them seemed to be enchanted, they didn't hear their words, but their eyes were staring at the painting in their hands, so they turned their heads to look at Mr. Aaron in the counter and asked, "Mr. Along......"

But before the words fell, suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, a golden light flashed, and the picture scroll in his hand was gone.

Looking back, I saw that Mr. Aron had already taken the painting and reopened it on the table, carefully examining it, with a wicked smile on his face.

Liang Zi and Ye Jianzang's eyes lit up, and they surrounded them together, but they were slapped by Mr. Aaron and flew back, crackling, and hit a large number of tables and chairs.

"Get out of here...... It's mine!" Mr. Aron exclaimed, putting the painting away.

But Liang Zi and the others got up casually, and they didn't even wipe the blood off the corners of their mouths, so they pounced again, wanting to compete for the painting.

But Mr. Aaron is obviously more than skilled, even if the two of them joined forces and performed their stunts, they failed to touch the painting, but were beaten back by Mr. Aaron more than once.

Fortunately, Mr. Aaron seems to have restrained himself and did not hurt the killer, although Liang Zi and the others were injured, they did not die.

The three of them fought like this. (To be continued.) )