As if to confirm his thoughts, the hoarse and seductive voice suddenly turned into a terrible scream, and the two men and women who were eager to merge a moment ago are now far apart, but Chunlan has an extra dagger on her lower abdomen.

Facing Chunlan's incomprehensible gaze, Lord Ning said in a deep voice: "If I let you stay by my side, how will the future historian write about me......?" Chunlan, you are not very ambitious, I'm afraid I'm just your springboard, your future goal, and the throne I am about to sit on. ”

Chunlan didn't answer him, she had fallen to the ground and died, but her desperate eyes seemed to want to say a different answer.

Lord Ning was completely complacent, searched out the soul suppression stone from Chunlan's body, solemnly put it in his pocket, looked around again, and made sure that everything was under control, before slowly walking towards Feng Qinglang.

Feng Qinglang ignored it, the painting had reached the key point of completion, he concentrated on depicting a few strokes, Lord Ning stood behind him, and couldn't help but admire: "Good painting, the characters are lifelike, jumping on the paper." I didn't expect you to be a talent. ”

Feng Qinglang smiled indifferently, finally stood up, and stretched his waist greatly.

Lord Ning couldn't help but praise again: "Open-mindedness, not bad! Well, you have no wishes." ”

Feng Qinglang's fingertips gently wiped the drawing paper and said, "The empress once promised me that if her portrait was turned into a magic pattern painting, the soul suppression stone would be given to me. ”

Lord Ning was stunned, and then sneered: "This wish is too ambitious, and the contemptible people are not so impatient to wait." ”

There was a sharp light in his hand, stabbing straight towards Feng Qinglang's vest, and in his mind, ending the life of a powerless painter was basically a matter of no suspense.

But today, in this hall, there were too many unexpected things, that sharp light was like hitting an invisible wall, and then bounced back, Lord Ning even maintained a smile that was under control, but there was an additional discordant red in his throat, which made that smile permanently solidify on his face.

When he fell to the ground, his eyes were just looking at the place where Chunlan fell to the ground, and their eyes were intertwined, maybe one day back then, it was because of this kind of gaze that he gradually became emotional, and today he also took this gaze as the end of Zuihou.

The Soul Suppression Stone finally came to Feng Qinglang's hand, and he threw it lightly twice, and the weight was not prominent, but the trace of cool breath that continued to come from the stone let Feng Qinglang know that the object he was pursuing this time had indeed arrived.

He took the sketchpad off the easel, stepped on a pool of blood, and walked towards the empress, and the life of a perennial fugitive made him accustomed to always carrying a variety of materials, and after a while, the portrait of the empress on the canvas had disappeared, and in the void, a three-dimensional portrait of a magic pattern that looked like a real person stood proudly.

Feng Qinglang said to the portrait: "I have fulfilled my promise, then, I will take the soul stone." ”

The empress herself has died, but the magic pattern has been completely activated, and her magic pattern painting is standing in a pool of blood, beautiful and moving, and her eyes are still extremely charming, but she can no longer speak, nor can she make any communication, just watch Feng Qinglang leave until she disappears from view.

On a hillside in the distance of the palace, three men crawled in the grass, holding telescopes, an ancient magic weapon, and watched the entire process of the palace coup.

The man on the side said in a slightly excited tone: "Boss, you are really like a god, if something really happens in the Lanling Courtyard this time, someone will naturally help us bring out that third-order soul suppression stone." ”

The man on the other side also said, "Boss, why don't we catch up yet?" ”

The face of the man in the middle was so gloomy that he was about to drip water, staring at the back of Feng Qinglang leaving leisurely, and said in a deep voice: "Do you remember the rebel, codenamed the rebel?"

"The fierce man who slaughtered the city of Innocence on the West Coast?"

"Hehe, the first on the wanted list, if you can catch him, that bounty is enough for each of us to buy a kingdom to play with......"

The two of them were talking, and suddenly stopped, they had naturally seen the portrait of the rebel, if the lucky painting boy with the soul stone in his car, his hair would be changed to a different color, not the kind of hairstyle that could hide his face a little, and the weird stud earrings would be removed......

Aren't the big names at the top of the wanted list always flying in the sky? How can they have anything to do with their lives?

I didn't think about it for a while, but once I thought about it, I suddenly felt that the more I looked at the person in front of me, the more I looked like a rebel, and the more I looked at it, the more I felt that it was a moving vault.

But all kinds of legends about this demon also came to mind at the same time, wealth and risk are always proportional, and the temptation in front of you represents an amazing risk.

After a brief moment of joy, the faces of the two of them were also on par with their boss, once the decision was made, it meant that the next step was to gamble with their lives.

The boss felt that his throat was itching in the depths, like a precursor to a cold, so that his voice was full of tearing: "Do you want to do it?"

“...... With that, we can retire. ”

"It's done!"

But the boss groaned: "This fish is too big, we can't eat it, and if we insist on eating it ourselves, we will choke to death...... The second child informed the organization and asked the above to send someone immediately. The third child immediately sent a signal for the nearby groups that had signed a mutual aid agreement with us to attack and catch this big fish together...... I'll personally follow up and keep in touch!"

The sun on a winter afternoon is warm and pleasant.

The boss felt full of irritability, remembering that the first time he followed someone, he was also full of such nervousness and irritability, such irritability, he hadn't felt it for many years......

In particular, the most wanted criminal is like a leisurely tourist, leisurely walking on the mountain road, unhurried, if the general tracking object has such a performance, the boss will be very happy, but a demon who is at the top of the major wanted lists, should not have such a performance, shouldn't he be extremely vigilant to observe around, and then leave some small marks along the way, in order to deal with the crisis that comes at any time......

Watching Feng Qinglang pick a wild fruit on the side of the mountain road and stuff it into his mouth, chewing it with relish, the boss knew that such a wish was unrealistic, but he still sincerely prayed that this was a poisonous fruit, if the demon was poisoned in front of him, then everything would be too beautiful.

But everything in the imagination did not happen, seeing Feng Qinglang swaggering back to the imperial city of the Lanling Kingdom, without the slightest consciousness of witnessing the death of the empress just now, the boss was puzzled at first, and then suddenly realized that for the powerful people at the top of the wanted list, the secular imperial power is not very binding on them.

A group of little beggars lived in Feng Qinglang on the outskirts of the city, and the boss couldn't help but sweat for the group of little beggars, that is the legendary demon who never needs to blink an eye to kill, to his surprise, Feng Qinglang escaped from the money bag, gave each person two silver coins, and touched a little boy's hair kindly, that delicate face with a warm smile was particularly impressive under the warm sun.

It's just the right amount of money, and it's not too much for these little beggars to give up their lives, and it's just right for them to have a good winter.

The boss couldn't help but wonder, did he do it intentionally or unintentionally?

Inexplicably, he remembered the orphanage in his childhood, when he and the second and third children would also go to nearby cities to beg and earn some extra money on weekends.

I remember that when they left the orphanage, they patted their chests and promised the old dean and the nuns that one day, when they made money, they would come back so that everyone could live a good life......

However, many years have passed, and that promise has long since evaporated, and I don't know what happened to them now, and the orphanage is still there......

For a while, Feng Qinglang's back in the distance in front of him was also a little foggy, and the boss hurriedly regained his spirit to keep up, thinking that if he could really do this vote, he would definitely go back and see and fulfill the promise of the year.

A hazy cloud obscured the warm sun, and a storm was coming.

At this time, Feng Qinglang walked into a luxuriously decorated restaurant, and the boss had to follow hard.

It seems that this demon's appetite is really quite good, and he ordered a table full of dishes, and the boss had to order two or three dishes as well, and accompanied him from afar, and he couldn't help but curse again in his heart, if this demon was accidentally choked to death, it would be perfect.