Being exposed by a childhood friend can sometimes make you feel embarrassed, but more often it will make you feel stunned and funny. It will make you nostalgic for that time and for those who left.

But.

When you lie on the bed and close your eyes, the black history in your memories suddenly beats you.

You're going to want to die.

And if the black history in your memories not only beat you, but also generously showed itself to outsiders.

You're going to want the world to be destroyed.

And Win Kite, this is the state now.

She has thought about how much impact and harm her doppelganger will cause, such as polluting the area of the corpse after death, or using the memories in Ying Kite's mind to murder others, or subverting the Ming Dynasty.

But Ying Kite never thought that the biggest damage caused to her by the evil Ying Kite was to show the black history of 360 degrees that only Ying Kite knew without dead ends.

"Tutu, I'm a zombie, you're not afraid of me!"

The toothy girl looked at the white rabbit with a smile, and was kicked to the front door by a rabbit Jio.

"Take a bath, take a bath, and be a fragrant zombie."

Zhou Li, who was covered by Zhuge Qing, couldn't see the specific picture, but the fierce sound of the water proved that Ying Kite liked to play in the water very much.

"Woo woo woo I'm so dark, I'm so dark, I'm so dark, oh, I don't have an oil lamp."

The girl with tears on her face stupidly lit the oil lamp, smirked and touched her head.

"Paw baby, get up! The old lady doesn't eat peppers! ”

"It smells so good!"

In the mountain city, the girl held the plate, stuck out her small tongue, and gave a thumbs up to the cook on the side with a smile.

"Hoo! Yes? Didn't you fight with rivers of blood? I'm a fried ?!!! ”

The girl looked at the female knight on the side blankly, and after seeing the other party nodding, the girl wanted to cry and handed over the four coffins without tears.

"As long as I do a handstand for three hundred and sixty days, I can turn white, and this is the secret recipe I bought from Washington, the heir of Hua Tuo, for twenty taels of silver!"

The upside-down girl said to the female knight with a serious face.

"Ahh!!!h

Watching those pictures of her own stupidity being displayed by the Statue Stone, the girl covered her head, as if she wanted to expel herself from this world. She rolled on the stone table, trying not to listen to the sounds.

And Zhou Li and Zhuge Qing squatted on the ground side by side, watching the vivid scenes one after another, with relish.

"Look no further!"

I can't take it anymore! Blast the world with one punch!

Unable to endure these black histories any longer, Ying Kite broke out with the strength of the drought fish, and even Zhuge Qing did not keep up with her speed.

When the Statue Stone was shattered by a punch, he gasped, his face was flushed, and he bit his lip, and the embarrassed Ying Kite stepped on the fragment of the Statue Stone hard, without mercy.

"It's okay."

Zhou Li said to Ying Kite with a serious face: "It's very cute. ”

"We love to watch."

Zhuge Qing added.

These two sentences are like a knife through the stars, directly piercing the last psychological defense line of Ying Kite. Suddenly, Zhou Li and Zhuge Qing looked at the girl in amazement, tears quickly appeared in the girl's eyes, and they bit their lips, as if they were about to cry.

"Hahahahahahaha!!ha

Before Ying Kite could cry, the voice of a girl who was exactly the same as her, but with a very different tone, resounded in the dark room. The three of them were stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted, this is the doppelganger of the winning kite, the evil winning kite.

"Take a good look, what did you break?!"

With a hearty laugh, the voice of the evil kite sounded again: "Your black history? No, my bright and free future! ”

Hearing this, Ying Kite was stunned at first, and then hurriedly raised his feet. After seeing the strangeness in the powder of the polymorphic stone, Ying Kite's pupils suddenly constricted, and he exclaimed:

"Corpse Pill!"

"Boom! That's right, it's my corpse pill! ”

In the tomb, the evil kite crossed his feet, tilted his head, and let out a villain's unique laughter: "In this world, the only person who can destroy the Drought Corpse Pill is the Drought Fish himself!" Now, I'm not a drought! I'm free!! ”

"Are you stupid?!"

After Ying Yuan heard his voice, he hurriedly said: "You don't have the corpse pill, but the corpse Qi in your body still remains." Zombies without corpse pills will be eaten away by their own corpses, and finally turn into bloodthirsty zombies and lose their consciousness! You are crazy?! ”

Evil Win Kite hugged his arms and said incomprehensibly: "This doesn't bother my sister, now, it's you who are going to be unlucky!" ”

"Without the Corpse Pill, this secret realm can be completely mastered by me! After this, you want to escape? Hum. ”

Reaching out and holding the brush tightly engraved with strange runes. Under Zhou Xun's surprised gaze on the side, Ying Yuan waved the brush in his hand vigorously, and an ink mark quickly wrapped the entire secret realm with a spreading momentum. At the same time, an inscription appeared in front of Zhou Li's eyes.

[There is a boy named Ma Liang in North County. He has a gentle personality, treats people kindly, and has superb painting skills. After the death of his parents, Ma Liang was so grief-stricken that he painted white paper with blood and tears, wanting to vomit and move the gods and resurrect his parents.

[He worked hard, picked the bone of the index finger as a pen, pulled the hair for a millimeter, and worked hard to study the ink. Tearing the skin for drawing paper, dreaming of sleeping at night, never stopped writing. Finally, after drawing the last drop of his heart's work, the gods were moved by his spirit, and the indescribable lord of the Yellow Cloth God came to life and resurrected his parents as twisted things.

[Ma Liang was furious, drew the bone pen in his hand into a long knife, angrily slashed the heads of his twisted parents, and stabbed the lord in yellow, forcing him to escape. Kneeling in front of the corpses of his parents, Ma Liang suddenly woke up to the fact that he had violated human ethics and betrayed the principles of heaven, so he summoned the ancient gods to do evil. Grief-stricken, Ma Liang gave up his immortal cultivation and killed himself to warn the world. It's a pity that it was contaminated with the ancient gods, and the soul of Ma Liang was attached to the pen that stabbed the ancient gods, and it didn't go away for a long time, and finally turned into a secret realm, waiting for someone who was destined]

"it."

After reading this inscription that appeared at some point, Zhou Xun rubbed his eyes and said in horror: "Ma Liang, the ancient god pen? ”

", Aminos!"

Facing the [Yellow-clothed Phantom] that suddenly appeared in front of the three of them, Zhou Li suddenly wanted to communicate with them in the language of the ancient gods.

[I am a painter in yellow, Ma Liang]

An empty and illusory voice sounded slowly, and it was clear that the yellow-clad phantom with the twisted mask didn't understand what "Aminos" meant.

The taste of the ancient gods is not very pure.

[I will draw your own hearts, and finally, turn into a world]

Zhuge Qing and Ying Yuan glanced at each other, and the two of them rushed forward directly, with a sword and a punch.

Fall into the clearing.

The yellow-clad painter seemed to exist, but he couldn't reach it. Zhuge Qing shook his head at Ying Kite, signaling that the other party could not be attacked. Seeing this, Ying Kite could only put down his fist helplessly.

[I hope you can crack the picture scroll and leave this sinking place]

The yellow-clothed painter stretched out his brush and pointed at Zhuge Qing. The Tao contained in it, Zhuge Qing was completely unable to resist.

[It should be pure and dust-free, but it is stained with haze because of the past]

As soon as the brush sank, a landscape painting of grasslands and wooden houses appeared in front of Zhuge Qing. didn't even have time to resist, Zhuge Qing fainted in the picture.

The brush pointed to the winning kite who was protecting Zhou Li behind him, and the ash of the winning kite had just been released, and with a stroke of the brush, a picture scroll appeared in front of the winning kite.

[Transparent glass heart, dust-free, lovable, but sad because of the world]

The brilliant and bright Loulan Gudu appeared on the drawing paper, and the ashes on Ying Yuan's body became more and more dignified, and she resisted the other party's "Dao" and did not fall into a coma. However, just as Ying Kite was about to continue to increase the release of the ash qi and completely stop the yellow-clothed reflection from casting the spell, she suddenly sensed the young man's breathing.

No, he's still there!

A determined look appeared directly in her eyes, and the girl gritted her teeth and dispersed the ashes in front of her. Turning around, he stuffed a crystal clear opal into Zhou Li's hand.

In the next second, she was shrouded by the Tao of the yellow-clothed painter and wrapped in a scroll.

【You··· 】

The brush pointed at Zhou Li, who was stunned, and then, the yellow-clothed painter was stunned.

[Not black, not white, not clear, not clear, not up, not down, not white, what are you? 】

"Aminos! Harry Road Whirlwind, I interpret your dreams! ”

Zhou Li angrily spewed the ancient gods.

After a brief silence, the yellow-clothed painter slowly put away his brush, as if he had noticed something. Beneath the distorted mask, there seemed to be an incomprehensible laugh.

[You are a variable]

[Everyone's variables]

(End of chapter)