"Wang, Empress Yanji's...the human skin has been peeled off!"

The guard knelt on one knee, held the golden tray with both hands and raised it above his head, and presented it to the violent and cruel king with respect and trembling. His head was drooping low and he did not dare to look at the bloody human skin on the golden tray.

However, when the king saw this human skin, it was obviously completely opposite to the guard's fear.

He stood up and stretched out his hand to caress the entire skin that had just been peeled off from Yan Ji's body. Junya, who had always been cruel and violent, showed an obsessive look on her face, and a satisfied and crazy stunning sigh came out:

"Skin is as white as cream, fair as snow. The beauty said it is really good. Human skin is the best drawing paper in the world!"

"In the past, those who were either damaged during the peeling process, or the human skin itself had flaws. They were not like the beautiful beauty of Yan Ji's body, which was covered with ice-skinned and jade-like bones..."

"Today, I finally got a flawless piece of painting paper and will definitely be able to draw a picture of a peerless beauty!"

As the picture turned, the king whose appearance was the same as Bo Xizhi, whose personality and actions all showed another person's shadow. He raised his black long sleeves and wrote on the drawing paper made of the beauty's cream skin, and he started to write and danced...

The charming beauty, without silk stockings, showed a snow-white barefoot, and a round fan half-covered smile...

A familiar beauty picture gradually took shape under the pen of a king who looked like Bo Xizhi.

"It turns out that this ancient painting is made of Yancai's human skin. The human skin is spiritual. It not only attaches to Yancai's resentment before his death, but also has already developed its own wisdom over a thousand years. This ancient painting world is said to be controlled by Yancai, but also, isn't it trapped Yancai?"

The picture suddenly froze and the beauty picture was formed. The king reached out and stroked the painting, as if he was stroking the delicate and creamy skin of the former beauty, with a strong obsession between his expression.

Looking at this scene, Bai Mo's voice was gentle and he told the story.

After the words came, a strange "giggle" giggle came from all directions in the darkness.

“Geeh…”

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Yancai wore a charming red dress, and snow-white barefoot walked out of the darkness in lotus steps. A ghostly smile was hanging on her enchanting red lips, "Since you all know the biggest secret of this painting, then - stay in the painting forever!"

Bai Mo slowly raised her eyebrows, and at this time she also turned back into a red dress like a fire. Bo Xizhi was not the white-clothed national master in the illusion. He was wearing his ascetic military uniform. Bai Mo stepped forward and blocked Bo Xizhi's face and replied domineeringly:

"Just you?"

The same red dress is full of charm and charm when worn on Yancai, showing a vulgar and charming style, while on Bai Mo, there is a unique and magnificent beauty.

She didn't need to be angry or hysterical, she just raised her delicate chin, which was just three short words, and it was obvious.

‘Just rely on you’ is a saying that is so high that he looks down on all living beings with a proud and noble attitude, and... a very ungrateful sentence.

Yancai's face couldn't help but change.

She was obviously the Queen Yan Ji, who was the most popular harem of Xiliang in the past, and she had been the most noble woman in the world, but why... she was in front of this woman for no reason and she was unconsciously lowered her momentum?

You know, now her life is in her own hands, and in the ancient painting world dominated by her, it is easy to kill someone.
Chapter completed!