The person in the painting has an indescribable beauty and purity, words are scarce in front of her, she is like ice and snow, and she is contradictory and warm and bright.

What kind of breath is that, it makes people imagine the orchid blooming in the ice and snow, the fragrance is pure, elegant and flexible.

Such a goddess of the Nine Heavens, who had fallen into the mortal dust, was leaning over and quietly concentrating on healing, but all around her were full of dark thorns that pierced her, ugly and hideous.

The white clothes touched by the thorns were shattered, revealing bloodstained skin, like a little broken red plum blooming in the snow, with a kind of abusive beauty.

When ordinary people see this painting, they want to reach out and wave the thorns all over her for her, and they all want to turn into knights to wield a sword to protect her.

But An Junxian is not an ordinary person, he just wants to turn into the thick and hideous dark thorns all over and completely devour and entangle her.

Until the woman in the thorn cage was unclothed, her skin was broken, and she was covered in blood, but her face was more vivid.

The ice and snow jade was soaked in blood, the warmth and brightness were eroded by despair, and the elegance and flexibility were swallowed up by begging.

Countless messy and broken images appeared in his mind, the man's eyes were scarlet, his breathing was heavy, and the uncontrollable excitement made his hands tremble, and the hollow heart in his chest thumped rapidly.

He was thrilled with her.

The man closed his eyes and suppressed what was about to come out of his heart.

"Young."

There was a low male voice behind Leng Buding, and the frightened Tao Xiaoyao almost couldn't hold the picture scroll in his hand.

As soon as she turned around, she saw a tall and slender man standing behind her at some point, casting a shadow that shrouded her, and she felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

But he was dressed in a pure and harmless white suit, and his posture was noble and elegant, as if he was afraid of disturbing her.

Tao Yaoyao hurriedly put away the picture scroll, stood up and greeted: "Brother Jun Xian." ”

She saw the man slowly holding up his thin bone gold wire glasses, and kept a faint smile on the corner of his lips: "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to see the painting in your hand, is it offended?" ”

Tao Yaoyao and this actor don't meet often, after all, the other party's dragon doesn't see the snake's tail, and she only occasionally greets when she is dragged by that person to participate in the necessary banquet.

In a few contacts, this actor is not a person who talks a lot, but I didn't expect to meet him today, and it seems that he is still very gentle and easy to get along with, and sure enough, the first impression is used to overturn.

Hearing the man open his mouth is to apologize, Tao Yaoyao dared to respond, his head shook like a rattle, "No, don't offend, this painting is not private." ”

How did Tao Yaoyao know that the sentence just now was a trap, and she unconsciously followed the painting.

She saw that the man raised his hand to straighten his tie as if he felt restrained, and when his pale neck was slightly raised, she could see the faint green tendons.

can look at it, it seems to be her illusion, Tao Yaoyao has a keen artistic perception, and inexplicably feels that today's actor has a kind of suppressed danger.

The outline of the man's handsome face was cast by the light, and there was a vague sense of unreality.

The lenses covered the emotions floating in his eyes, and the man's voice revealed a soothing smile after being forgiven, "That's good, this painting is so beautiful, that glance really amazes me, the person in the painting seems to be a goddess who only exists in people's imaginations." ”

This sentence is still a trap, and the ignorant Tao Xiaoyao really fell into it again.

This time, she was not polite just now, and was praised by such a perfect actor who countless people are obsessed with, how could Tao Xiaoyao not be happy, she was so happy that she was even a little fluttering.

Tao Xiaoxiao smiled, and the words became more, "Brother Jun Xian, the person in the painting is not a fantasy, she is my favorite Sister Ye." ”

An Junxian's eyes flashed, tempting her to continue, "Favorite? ”

Tao Yao nodded wildly, "Yes, yes, I've grown so big, I've never seen anyone better than Sister Ye, I'm so glad that I decided to go to a strange anchor's hometown this time." ”

"Brother Junxian, you don't know how powerful Sister Ye is, she opened a live broadcast room, and she has attracted hundreds of fans in just a few days! Well, well, compared to you, the big actor, it's not comparable! ”

"But Sister Ye knows everything, her cooking is super delicious, and that national chef Xu Long squats every day to watch the live broadcast!"

"Sister Ye also knows Chinese medicine, and this painting is about her using a spider to detoxify snake venom and save people! Doesn't it sound like making a fantasy movie? But it's true! At the beginning, all the netizens who watched the live broadcast didn't believe it, they were all scolding and reporting, and the police even came! ”

"But it really can't be faked, Sister Ye just saved a life! She also healed my disfigured face! ”

Tao Yaoyao held her head high, wanting An Junxian to see her face clearly, like a child showing off, "Brother Junxian, do you see that my skin condition is super good?" I put on lipstick today, I didn't put anything on my face, it's vegan! ”

An Junxian seemed to be surprised, "If you don't say it, I want to ask you what brand of cosmetics you use, it's so clear and natural, I didn't expect it to be pure makeup, your sister Ye is really a good doctor." ”

Tao Yaoyao was waiting for his last sentence, the pride on his face could not be concealed, and he waved his hand again and again, and said modestly: "Sister Ye said that there are people outside the sky, and she never said how good her medical skills are, but today Zhang Lao will visit her, and Zhang Lao is the national hand of traditional Chinese medicine." ”

said that he was modest, and as he spoke, Tao Xiaoyao couldn't help but be proud of Sister Ye, "Brother Jun Xian, what you said is very right, Sister Ye can also be said to be the only goddess who exists in people's fantasies, but this goddess is embodied from fantasy." ”

"Oh?"

An Junxian's voice was full of longing and yearning, "Then your brother Junxian also wants to see the demeanor of this goddess, what should you do?" ”

This man whose charm is ranked at the top of the pyramid actually said such things in such a tone, and Tao Yao's tail was about to rise to the sky, "Brother Jun Xian, just watch the live broadcast!" Sister Ye's live broadcast room is called raising cubs deep in the mountains. ”

"Sister Ye has just opened Weibo, called Ye Hao in the depths of the mountain, but Brother Jun Xian, don't pay attention to Sister Ye's Weibo, your fans are too terrifying."

An Junxian chuckled meaninglessly: "Okay, I'll only watch her live broadcast room." ”

After finishing the information he wanted to know, An Junxian left.

And Tao Yao, one day in the future, she regrets it very much, and she wants to go back to the present and put away the painting scroll at the beginning, and the bane is all on this painting.

In the dimly lit room, the table is densely packed with photos and materials, all pointing to all of Ye Hao's experiences, even including the secret involvement with the Ye Group.

In the silent darkness, only the voice of a child reciting the Tao Te Ching echoes: "Dao, Kedao, very ......"

In such a dark atmosphere, there is a sense of weirdness and horror after listening to it for a long time, and the melody and laughter of men humming classical music are even more creepy.