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Taking advantage of the darkness, Su Moliang quietly touched into the study, and a small fire gushed out from his fingertips, illuminating the road ahead, and quickly searching.

This imperial study is very large, there is a hall outside, only some simple bonsai and ornaments are placed, but it seems a little simple, the room on the left is placed with a lot of tables, chairs and benches, it seems to be a living room, but as soon as you enter, you can see it at a glance, and you have not found anything related to the antidote.

Su Moliang had no choice but to give up and grope towards the room on the right.

The room on the right is much more elaborate than the previous one, in addition to displaying many tables and chairs, there are also some precious calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. On both sides of the tables and chairs, there are some potted plants of various shapes and precious treasures. Although the furnishings are simple, they are luxurious.

Walking inside, Su Moliang saw that in front of it was a royal case made of marble, and there were several treasure inkstones and pen holders on the imperial case, in addition, there were some other things sparsely placed, due to the distance, Su Moliang couldn't see it really, so he walked forward quickly.

It's just that before she walked to the royal case, she stepped on a pile of paper balls.

She paused, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, and then leaned over to pick up a random ball of paper.

The paper balls were crumpled and crumpled, and it seemed that it took a lot of strength, and it could be seen that the Burning Heaven Monarch should have been in a particularly bad mood at that time, so he vented the anger in his heart on these paper balls.

It's just that as far as Su Moliang knows, Feng Moxie is a deep person, and he is very good at hiding and restraining his emotions.

I really don't know what made him so manic, he actually threw a ball of paper all over the ground.

Thinking about it, Su Moliang curiously unfolded the paper ball and took a look.

Just at this look, Su Moliang's eyes widened in shock, and strange emotions suddenly surged in his heart.

The paper depicts a woman in a snow-white dress, although she only has her back and can't see her face, but her slender and graceful figure and long black hair like a spring, under the quiet and pleasant moonlit night, like a waterfall pouring down from a mountain stream, flashing with a silver and dazzling cold glow, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

She stood under the pear blossom tree, the white pear blossoms were blown by the night breeze and fluttered all over the sky, falling on her, as if embroidering a little white flowers on her snow-white skirt, shrouded in the moonlight, hazy, dreamlike, the scenery was charming, beautiful!

I don't know why, seeing such a beautiful back that does not look like a mortal thing in the world, Su Moliang actually felt unusually familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere!

Realizing this, she was shocked in her heart, and hurriedly lowered her head to pick up the other paper balls on the ground and unfolded them one by one.

At this moment, Su Moliang was completely frightened, his face changed greatly, and he covered his mouth in horror like five thunderbolts.

On the other piece of paper, it turned out to be herself!!

She was dressed in a white dress, alone, holding a dragon qin, sitting on the vast battlefield, facing thousands of troops, silver ice eyes, cold eyes, and abnormal demonization.

She stroked the piano with her ten fingers, and the green silk fluttered with the wind, and under her control, above the sky, ten silver dragons circled and danced, making the heavens and the earth change color

Long Qin!

It turned out to be her dragon qin!

Those ten silver dragons in the sky are not afterimages, but real dragons!

Seeing this scene, Su Moliang seemed to have been hit by a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and his blood coagulated with palpitations, and his whole body was numb.

But there was one thing she couldn't figure out.

Her current strength in controlling the dragon qin has only reached the second level, condensing ice spikes, and she can't even summon the afterimage of the divine dragon, let alone summon the real dragon.

And the silver dragon in the painting in front of him is clearly a real dragon.

Su Moliang knew very well that if he wanted to reach the realm of summoning a true dragon, he would at least have to cultivate the Ice Sacrifice Nine Heavens to the ninth level.

And now she has no qualifications at all, and she doesn't have the strength to summon ten silver dragons, so this picture that has never appeared before, where did Feng Moxie come from?

Did he come up with it out of thin air?

No, not imagination!

You must know that the Ice Sacrifice Nine Heavens is a secret technique, even the super strong man who has fallen for hundreds of years passed on to her has not summoned a true dragon, nor has she seen a real dragon appear, such a thrilling picture, how did Feng Moxie know?

I know it in such detail, it's like I've seen it with my own eyes!

Wait a minute!

Those silver eyes!

No, it's not her!

The woman in the painting, although her appearance is exactly the same as hers, she is not a silver pupil.

Thinking of this, Su Moliang's heart trembled suddenly, and a name Yun Qiange suddenly appeared in his mind!

However, the Yun Qiange she saw in the illusion at that time was not such a pupil, why did it appear on Feng Moxie's drawing paper, but it was a silver eye?

What the hell is going on?

Su Moliang couldn't figure it out for a while, but he had to admit that although there were subtle differences in his eyes, the hateful and cold eyes were exactly the same as Yun Qiange in the illusion, because he was so impressed, Su Moliang still couldn't forget that kind of look

Realizing this, Su Moliang recalled that Feng Moxie had a nightmare that day, and she was a little suspicious at the time.

It's just that she can't be sure, in case it is a person with the same name and surname, in case the Yun Qiange in his mouth is not the Yun Qiange she saw in her illusion.

She had a lot of guesses, a lot of uncertainties, but now that she saw the painting in front of her, all the uncertainties were confirmed.

It's her!

The woman in the painting is Yun Qiange!

Thinking of this, Su Moliang couldn't wait to unfold the rest of the drawing paper.

On this painting, there is no dragon, only a battlefield full of corpses and rivers of blood.

Yun Qiange came from a distance, stepping on the corpse, crossing the river of blood, and coming.

Dressed in white, clear and beautiful out of the dust, not stained with blood, the wind rises, and the three thousand green silks fly and dance wildly, as if they are in the smoke and fog, which seems to be real and illusory, and is unpredictable.

Such a beautiful figure, in heaven and earth, is like the purest pear blossom, clear and elegant like a fairy, falling into the world.

Such a picture gave Su Moliang too much shock.

Where is the battlefield depicted in the painting, and whose soldiers are dying on the ground?

What the hell happened, how could there be such a tragic battle?

If all this was seen by Feng Moxie with his own eyes, then who was he!!

Suddenly learning so many secrets, Su Moliang looked horrified, and the sudden chill made her hands and feet cold.

"What are you doing!"

At this moment, behind Su Moliang, a suppressed and cold voice suddenly came, which frightened her all over, her face was like earth, and she turned around to look at it suddenly

I saw Feng Moxie standing at the door, staring at herself coldly, like a hungry wolf in the night, full of cannibalistic ferocity, seeing this scene, she had a chill down her spine, and shivered uncontrollably.

"Looks like you've seen it all" Feng Moxie lowered her eyes slightly, glanced at the drawing paper in her hand, and her cold voice did not carry the slightest emotion.