The man took the red shoes and respectfully handed them to Qingfeng.

"My lord, this is it."

Qing Feng took the red shoes, felt the monstrous ghost aura contained in the shoes, and sneered: "This is a good baby, it is very beneficial to any ghost." ”

The man listened to Qingfeng's words, and didn't dare to look directly, so he could only bow his head and say: "This red shoe was refined by someone with the flesh and blood of 9,999 virgins two hundred years ago, and it has been hidden in this painting. ”

"I've only discovered it fifty years ago. After I discovered myself, I would come back every once in a while to conceive it. ”

"That's why it's as monstrous as it is now."

Qingfeng listened to its explanation, and looked at the red shoes, and her eyes were full of disgust.

Xu Shi has been with Lin Xining for a long time, and he gradually has an obvious feeling of distinguishing between right and wrong. Although he is still a ghost, he still subconsciously dislikes the sinful red shoe in his hand.

The man obviously felt the dislike emanating from Qingfeng's body, and cautiously glanced at the red shoes in Qingfeng's hand.

"My lord, if you dislike it, I..."

"Humph!"

Qing Feng snorted coldly, and then shook hands violently, instantly pinching the red shoes. All the ghosts in the shoes came out.

Looking at the ghost aura in the room, Qingfeng opened his mouth and inhaled violently.

All of these ghost qi were absorbed into the body by Qing Feng, and they were absorbed in an instant.

With this magnitude of ghost qi, as long as all the ghost things are absorbed, their strength can be increased to a large extent.

Like the little ghost hiding behind the wallpaper, as long as you absorb these ghost qi, you can directly rise to the ghost king.

can compete with the green at the beginning.

It's a pity that this magnitude of ghost qi is just an appetizer for Qingfeng, and it is not enough to even stuff the teeth.

……

The man watched Qingfeng destroy his shoes and eat the huge ghost qi in one bite, and a trace of violence flashed in his eyes.

Qingfeng felt his emotions, opened his mouth without care, and swallowed the man directly.

Before the man was swallowed, he had already turned into a cloud of ghost qi, and like the previous ghost qi, it was directly absorbed by the green qi.

At the same time that the man was swallowed by the green pig, the woman who was taking a bath next door only felt light, her pale face began to return to ruddy, and the black handprints on her chest disappeared.

There is only one reason why the black handprint disappeared, and the owner who printed the black handprint must have had an accident.

Thinking of this possibility, the woman immediately shouted in the bathroom.

"You're coming out!?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? Come out! ”

"Don't leave me....."

"You're coming out!!"

The woman, who had not received a response for half a day, pinched her neck like a madman, leaving a circle of red marks on her fair and slender neck.

The woman also put down her hand with a dejected face and cried loudly under the water column.

Vaguely, I heard her say, 'Why did you leave me suddenly!' This sentence.

……

The camera returns to Qingfeng.

After Qingfeng swallowed the man in one bite, he said a casual word to Lin Xining, and then went to the kitchen to serve the food.

Lin Xining, who was sitting on the sofa, put down the book, glanced at the painting, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

I asked someone to come and take down the painting, and by the way, I made another phone call and asked the housekeeper to take out another painting from the warehouse at home and send it over.

Lin Xining is not going to hang this painting, so he will leave it alone.

As for the little things that had been hiding behind the wallpaper, they were directly taken out by Lin Xining and stuffed into a paintbrush.

The little ghost head stuffed into the brush only feels like he is one with the brush, the brush is it, it is the brush.

In this way, Lin Xining took it to the studio, gave it an easel, helped him fix the drawing paper, and sent the palette next to it to let it play by itself.

After a while, I waited for Lin Xining to come in after eating. I saw the little ghost's head brush flying back and forth between the air and the palette, leaving specks on the white paper.

Lin Xining glanced at it a few times, and then went to the side to continue his creation.

When he took the time to look at the place where the little ghost's head paintbrushed, he saw that the brush had changed back into a little kid wearing a belly pocket, lying on his stomach next to the palette and falling asleep.

As for the original drawing board, a painting that is exactly the same as one of the paintings in Lin Xining's studio has been painted.

Lin Xining walked over, looked carefully, and found that this painting was simply his own painting, without any flaws.

In particular, the use of some ground skills is exactly the same as Lin Xining.

Like this, Lin Xining couldn't help but smile in a low voice.

"Looks like this little thing is still somewhat useful."

As Lin Xining expected, when this little thing was integrated with the brush, it also 'saw' the memory of the pen.

This pen is the one that the original body is used to, and Lin Xining also uses it smoothly.

Therefore, this little thing also mastered all the skills that Lin Xining and the original body would know.

Such and such.....

Lin Xining looked at this little thing, and his eyes couldn't help but shine.

The sleeping little ghost felt as if he was being targeted, hugging himself tightly with a sense of security, and the lotus-like little meat hand was holding his belly pocket.

……

The following year, September.

A group of bodyguards dressed in black and wearing sunglasses came out of Lin Xining's residence in an orderly manner holding the painting covered by a black cloth.

Go to the exhibition with Lin Xining.

The woman next door also secretly ran to an underground rental house that day, and hired someone to rush to the exhibition from the underground rental house with eleven paintings.

Walking with the woman was a young man with an unruly face.

This young man is the 'savior' of the woman who clears the clouds!

……

Exhibition.

Bustling, all of them are dressed and dressed up, all of them are exquisite.

These people gathered in pairs, looking at the paintings hanging on the pale gold walls, and commenting from time to time.

Among them, the most crowded area is the center of the exhibition hall, the area on the left and right sides of the series of works.

"What's going on? How is this work called Yan Qing so different from Lin Lin Xining! ”

"This! What the hell went wrong! ”

“。。。。。。”

Looking at the almost identical paintings on both sides, many painters who wanted to come to study Lin Xining's new paintings were at a loss.

Some of the 'old fritters' gloated in the crowd.

It just so happened that Lin Xining happened to come here with a group of rookie painters who pestered him to ask questions, and those 'old fritters' immediately squeezed away the rookie painters and began to make trouble around Lin Xining.

"Mr. Lin Xining, I don't know what is wrong with your series this time?"

"Compared with the previous few steps, although the level of the painting is still the same, there is a lot less amazing and shocking feeling."

"May I ask if Mr. Lin is Jiang Lang exhausted?"

"Lin Datian, the work of a little-known painter next door is ninety percent similar to the painting you have prepared for two years."

"Although your painting skills are more mature, how can you explain the similarity of this painting.....

In the face of these people's questions and attacks, Lin Xining just walked indifferently to the painting opposite his painting and took a few looks.

Then he said: "It's hard to get into the hall of elegance." ”

His words made the faces of Yan Qing, who was watching the excitement in the crowd, and the woman who lived next door to Lin Xining directly darkened, and some of the people around who watched the excitement couldn't help but blacken their faces.

"Hehe, Senior Nephew Lin is really as arrogant as ever."

Before Yan Qing and the woman could come over, an old voice came from the back of the crowd.

………