Chapter 42 It will be more interesting when you play

After two days of continuous cold, the cold was calm and followed the steps as usual.

He collected the pill and did not take it.

But now he is painting and begins to cut corners. Every time he paints at the last moment, when the dead energy rolls in with the silver-white soul power light spots, he will block his hand in front of the easel and rob most of them in the middle.

The soul power sealed into the painting in this way is a fish that leaks the net, and one out of ten is not present. Most of them are absorbed and purified by the black and white yin and yang fish vortex deep in the lower abdomen.

This kind of cultivation method is a bit weird. Fortunately, none of these dead prisoners are good people, either desperate people in the world, or bullies who bully men and women. They are not worth mercy to die, which makes Yan Han feel much better.

That night, everything was as usual. After completing the two paintings, the cold carried the lantern, opened the iron door of the third prison, and stepped inside.

Under the light of the candle, the death row prisoner slowly raised his head, stared at Yan Han hard, grinned, and showed his sharp teeth.

What is this? Yan Han was shocked.

This death row prisoner was full of energy and did not have the dark and dead energy wrapped around his body. Instead, his blood and energy were shining and he could not bear it.

Yan Han stood up and looked at the death row prisoner and asked in a hoarse voice: "What did you do?"

"I'm wronged." replied the death row prisoner, "Are you a cobbler?"

"Yes!" Yan Han replied, but his feet were as if they had taken root and did not move at all.

"Okay!" said the death row prisoner, "You are the cobbler, I'm waiting for you to paint for me!"

Yan Han was suspicious and looked carefully. Unfortunately, the lights were dim. Apart from the abnormal light of the blood and energy on the death row prisoner, he could not see anything other than the abnormal light.

But something was wrong! Yan Han was convinced that at this time he could lock the death row prisoner inside as long as he took a step back and locked the iron door.

But he did not do this, but turned slightly, bent down and put down the lantern. While his back blocked the eyes of the death row prisoner, he reached out to his chest, took out three demon-subduing and spirit-devouring nails from the rose platinum ring, and threw them gently.

The three demon-subduing and devouring nails slid into the shadows that cannot be shined by the light.

Yan Han's fingers moved slightly to control these three demon-subduing and spirit-eating nails and lurked around him.

This is just in case!

He closed the iron door, walked over slowly, sat in front of the easel, picked up the brush, and started painting without saying a word.

The death row prisoner looked straight at him, looking curious.

As the formation was activated, the dark and dead aura gradually surged like waves under the floor, wrapping around the feet of the dead prisoner.

The death row prisoner noticed something was wrong, looked down for a while, and laughed: "No wonder, the painter painted the painter stirred up the deadly breath of coldness."

"Yes!" Yan Han replied, "Are you a death row prisoner caught by the Dark Gold Guard?"

"No!" replied the death row prisoner, "There are four pretty little girls, do you know them?"

Yan Han felt nervous.

These four handsome little ladies are the four maids around Concubine Xiao? Red plum, orchid, green bamboo, and purple chrysanthemum.

"Did they sent you here?" Yan Han asked casually.

"It's two of them! Do you know who they are?"

Yan Han suddenly realized in his heart.

No wonder it is so strange. It turns out that one plan failed and another one came into being. Are they so anxious to take their lives because as cobblers, daily paintings endangering their interests?

"Of course I know who they are?" Yan Han replied. While speaking, the three demon-subduing and devouring spirit nails he quietly controlled went around the man's back and approached quietly.

He didn't know if the man could detect it, but he was cautious and controlled the three demon-subduing and spirit-eating nails, stopping outside the light of the power of the qi and blood, ready to go.

"Who are they?" the death row prisoner asked with a low smile, full of lust, "I will let them taste my power well, crawl under me, and beg for mercy with mercy."

Yan Han said while painting: "You can still cause trouble for the four of them in this way? The four of them are the most capable maids around the Imperial Concubine. You should give up your heart!"

The death row inmate raised his head and laughed, "Okay, it turns out that the four of them are maids around the concubine, and it will be even more interesting to play!"

Before he finished speaking, the laughter stopped abruptly. The man suddenly rushed forward, but then he screamed in pain.

Yan Han had already expected this, so he jumped up and dodged to avoid it.

His skill is completely different from the dead old man just now.

With a thud, the death row prisoner pounced on the easel, stood firm, turned around, stared at Yan Han fiercely, and exclaimed: "You are not a cobbler!"

"No, I'm the cobbler!" Yan Han replied.

"You..." The death row prisoner was surprised, "What is this?"

"Guess!" Yan Han said with a cold sneer.

The death row prisoner looked at him and said coldly: "The trick of the devil, my jade-faced flying fox Hu Boguang is not in sight yet! If you know the appearance, just take this thing away and I will spare your life!"

"Jade-faced flying fox? Just like you, you dare to call yourself a jade-faced flying fox?" Yan Han was really strange.

This death row prisoner has a very good figure, but his face is fierce. He has a long scar on his left cheek. Although he has a little bit of a windy posture, he doesn’t look like a jade face?

Hu Boguang snorted coldly, "You are seeking death by yourself, I can't blame me!"

Before he finished speaking, he rose up and rushed into the air.

Very fast!

As soon as he made a move, Yan Han knew that he could not avoid it and could not avoid it. So he shouted softly, rubbed his body, and made a punching move to attack instead of defense.

snort!

The cold snorted sounded like a sound in my ears, causing the cold eardrum to hurt, and my eyes blurred.

The black and white Yin and Yang fish vortex deep in the lower abdomen rotated sharply, spewing out a series of warm breaths and pouring up, regaining the cold and brightness.

Pang!

With a muffled sound, two figures were about to part. Hu Boguang's body flew away, his feet were a little on the ceiling of the cabin, his body was light and he made almost no sound. He landed steadily, and he let out a "huh".

The cold took several steps in a row, and the back hit the bulkhead, making a dull sound.

Under normal circumstances, as soon as the cobbler comes in, the iron door of the bottom cabin will be locked until after dawn, either the cobbler knocks on the iron door, or the prison guard and the dark gold guard open the iron door and come in to check.

At other times, no matter what kind of ghosts and howls were in the death row prison in the bottom cabin, no one came down to check it out.

But it is hard to say that this is too much of a mess.

Yan Han didn't want anyone to break in, but unexpectedly, he found that the other party, who called himself a jade-faced flying fox, didn't want anyone to break in!

He was worried that he would be discovered by the Dark Gold Guard and would not be able to escape the siege under the siege.

The two sides actually reached a tacit understanding!

There was no movement in the upper cabin.

Hu Boguang sneered: "I didn't expect that as a cobbler, I couldn't hide it! OK!"
Chapter completed!