What kind of painting can make Yu Xiaoshu say such four words. Everyone couldn't help but want to step forward. Song Qing, who moved the fastest, pushed everyone away, walked to the front, looked at the painting made by Qin Zhen, and was stunned in place, her pupils tightened. She couldn't say a word, and finally understood where Yu Shiwen's four words came from. Everyone wanted to rush forward, because these people's performance was too strange, Princess Yun'an would not say it, and the eldest lady of the Yu family even gave the four words "stunning work", and Miss Song was stunned in the spot. "Borrowed." Just as she thought about it, she rushed forward and took a look, and heard an extremely cold voice sound. Everyone turned around and saw Xuan

The king's close subordinate walked up, his face full of four big words that I couldn't mess with. Everyone hurriedly gave way, joked. This was clearly because Prince Xuan wanted to see it, so he signaled his subordinates to come forward. They dared to rob? Leng Mu walked up and took the painting from Song Qing, who was still a little stunned. He turned around without looking at it, and handed it directly to Xiao Fengqi's hand. Qin Zhen didn't say a word throughout the journey, nor did he stop it. The painting was unfolding in Xiao Fengqi's hand, with only one glance, his mind was shaken. It was... a rainy and rainy night, dark night sky, lightning and thunder, and the rain curtain rustled. The shadows of the mountains were heavy, trees swaying, and like ghosts. On the wet land, a woman lay on her back, and a long sword in front of her chest penetrated her chest, and bright red blood gushed out, dyeing the ground red.

The blood mixed with the rain and penetrated into the sticky wet land. The woman was still alive, her eyes were wide open, her eyes were filled with hatred, unwillingness and despair. Her eyes were looking straight at a certain place, and a shadow seemed to be reflected in her pupils. This is a painting. It was just a painting. But it made the people who looked at the painting immersed in the desperate rainy night in the painting. Next to the painting, two lines of words were raised. - Cang Ye was shocked and hated in the dark. - Beishan was covered with blood. The iron painting was covered with silver hooks, and the brush strokes were sharp. Even when writing these two lines of words, because of their unstable mood, they could not control the brush and ink, which made the rice paper stain. Painting is a peerless painting, layer by layer, a masterpiece that penetrates the soul. Everyone knows that in paintings, characters are the most difficult
Chapter completed!