Chapter 33 Oh, Simida

Yan Han smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Lord! Forgive this poor lamb! He is ignorant!" the man muttered in a low voice.

The cold was shocked and looked up at him, his brushes hovering in the air.

"Look! You heard the Lord's call!" The man's face was covered with a bit of divine light. But on him, a thick black and red aura was gushing with a bit of evil, which complemented the sacred light on his face.

Yan Han shook his head: "What kind of sect is this?"

"You want to know, let me go, I'll tell you!" The man's temptation was very rough.

Yan Han really didn't expect that he would hear such a prayer in this other world.

He was very curious.

But he didn't move, but continued to paint and replied, "You don't have to think too much. I can't let you go. Even if I can, I won't do this. Oh, the locking of your life-locking meridian chain is something you can't get rid of. As for you, the master of the Laoshi cult, I'm not interested, you don't have to worry."

"Lord, this is the ignorant Lamb!" the man muttered to himself.

The cold weather hurriedly painted. In the wing room, a gust of cold wind suddenly erupted. The man kept muttering and struggling, but it was useless. His face became redder and redder, as if he was about to drip bleeding.

He did not give up on temptation to Yanhan, but Yanhan was too lazy to talk nonsense to him now, but instead painted. On the canvas, the fat man with a fat face became clearer and clearer. Except for his blank face, the rest of his whole body was vivid.

The face was the key part. With one stroke at a time, the man struggled a little harder. The cold wind in the room was tighter, until the last stroke fell, the man raised his head and screamed, his whole body stiffened, and then slowly relaxed, hanging weakly, hanging on the chain of locking life.

It is clear that the cold is windy, and the black dead spirit is surging. It is wrapped with a bright waterfall and surges towards the portrait of the man in the canvas. Some of them are rushing to Yan Han, and they are absorbed and purified by the black and white yin and yang fish vortex deep in the lower abdomen.

Everything ended, Yan Han let out a long breath, turned his head, and suddenly stiffened on the seat.

Behind him, there was a man standing in white clothes, standing quietly like a ghost, silently.

She was looking at the portrait on the canvas, expressionless.

Simida! Beauty! The first thought of the cold is this word!

The dim yellow light of the oil lamp shines brightly on her delicate face as sculptured.

The facial features are like carved by a knife, flawless, as if they are the perfect proportion calculated by the most powerful supercomputer, and then printed with a 3D printer, so perfect that it is not as carved naturally.

Is artificial beauty technology more prosperous and developed in this other world than Blue Star?

Yan Han sighed secretly in his heart.

At the moment Yan Han was staring at her blankly, she turned her head slightly and looked over.

In the eyes that are clearly black and white, they are as clear as water, without any fluctuations!

Artificial beauty? Robot? Non-human?

All kinds of thoughts came from Yanhan.

"Are you a cobbler?" Her voice was very light, her pronunciation and pronunciation, with a bit of unique charm in the north. The expression on her face was not fluctuating at all, and she was as calm as a mirror.

Yanhan nodded.

"Do you know where the dog emperor is?"

Yan Han shrank his eyes and shook his head.

Interestingly, it turns out to be an assassin! Smida Beauty Assassin!

What's going on? Is there any deep hatred?

The girl in white looked at Yan Han coldly without any emotional fluctuations and asked again: "But some people say that the cobbler knows where the dog emperor is."

"Why don't that girl go and ask that person?"

"Hmph!" The girl in white raised her eyebrows and turned out to be emotional, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Yan Han replied, "Did your master not teach you that practitioners should not kill people at will?"

The girl in white looked at Yan Han coldly. There was no clear air circling and condensed on her head, but on her back, there was a clear air radius of clear air, as sharp as a sword, about three feet long, and it looked like it had substance.

He is not a Taoist practitioner or a martial artist. His aura is concentrated on the sword. What does this mean? Is he a sword practitioner?

Yan Han was completely speculating, and he didn't know that there was really a sword cultivator in this other world.

The girl in white didn't really kill someone, and just looked at Yan Han calmly. Yan Han asked, "Why do you want to assassinate His Majesty?"

"What is your Majesty? He is the dog emperor!" The girl in white argued that she was also very cute when she had occasional emotional fluctuations.

Yan Han grinned and smiled slightly, "The cobbler painted the painting on the order of Concubine Xiao, and Concubine Xiao is the favorite concubine around His Majesty, so... you know!"

"You know where Concubine Xiao is!" The girl in white did understand, but she didn't understand that much.

Yan Han shook his head again, "Can you give in? Don't delay my work. Three paintings will be completed tonight, so that someone can present them to the concubine early tomorrow morning."

At this moment, the girl in white finally understood and nodded slightly, but didn't see her movements. Her body suddenly blurred, like a scattered smoke, bursting into it, like a collapse of space. With a gentle "pop" sound, her whole person disappeared!

hiss!

The cold took a breath of cold air.

This happened in front of him, just watching him helplessly, he could see every change clearly, and even the changes in space and breath could see clearly in his Yin and Yang eyes.

A living person disappeared in front of him!

Completely subvert the three views!

In a second thought, a burst of ecstasy surged in Yan's heart. The hidden method passed on to him by the nine-tailed Heavenly Fox Hu Xian'er mentioned that when he had advanced cultivation, he had the magical power of hiding. It turned out to be true!

Could this move by this girl in white show be similar to a hidden magical skill? No wonder she appeared, Yan Han didn't notice it at all!

The gods don’t know, the ghosts don’t realize it! Very strong! Very good! The cold and the heart is surging! The blood is boiling!

Yan Han stood there, stunned for a while, before he came back from his shock, picked it up, opened the iron gate, and went to the next prison.

The next two death row prisoners were normal. When they started painting, they were already half dead and motionless. After finishing the painting, they had no reaction at all.

It was a little bright and the cold came out to pay the bill, and everything around it was as normal.

Yan Han returned to her residence and had time to think about what happened last night. The beauty of Simida wanted to assassinate the foolish emperor, which was her business. The key was her escape method, which really surprised Yan Han.

But no matter how much I think about it, the cold is still like looking at the flowers in the fog. I can’t see it clearly, so I can only sigh helplessly and let go of this matter for the time being.

Inadvertently, the book appeared in front of me. It was quite surprising that the cold was the cold. Generally, the book only appeared on its own when it was updated.

Sure enough, on the latest page I opened, there was a death row prisoner with a fleshy face, lifelike, and a faint glow seemed to be on his face.

This is the result of the black and white yin and yang fish vortex deep in the lower abdomen when completing the painting, and purifying some of the soul's power.

Yan Han's mind moved, and his whole body shrank in an instant and was devoted to the portrait.

The waterfall is coming!

This portrait in the book turned into flowing light, shrinking and dissipating in the middle with a bang.

Take a deep breath in the cold and wake up.
Chapter completed!