The daily life of the villain

Chapter 260 Ask
Is this woman here for a portrait or to bother her!
Zi Mei was short of breath, and then lightly knocked on the table, motioning for Liao Qin to come in.

Outside, Liao Qin glanced in the direction of the screen after hearing it, then turned his head again, looked at Qiao Youxue, moved his eyes and walked towards the screen.

Inside the screen, Zi Mei was drawing furiously on the painting she was writing with a brush. Seeing this, Liao Qin's face turned slightly pale, and she slowly bent down.

After seeing her walk in, Zi Mei's expression was still very ugly, and she wrote the word "retire" on the white paper.

Seeing this, Liao Qin's eyes moved, and then he walked out of the screen, looked at Qiao Youxue and said, "My lady, please wait outside the door. Ghost painters don't like being disturbed when they are painting."

Hearing this, Qiao Youxue's eyes moved, she smiled and said, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Youxue walked towards the door.

After Liao Qin sent her out, she was slightly relieved. In the room, Zi Mei crumpled up the original painting, threw it aside, and then found another piece of paper to draw on.

On the cloister, Qiao Youxue looked at the bustling long street, her eyes flickered suddenly, and she saw that Ah Xiong was rushing towards Yanluo Pavilion with a group of people from Bi'an and the City Lord's Mansion.

Qiao Youxue's eyes flickered, and she quickly squeezed a sound-transmitting paper crane down.

On the long street, before Ah Xiong walked to the front of Yanluo Pavilion, a sound transmission paper crane stopped in front of him, his brows wrinkled, and he crushed the sound transmission paper crane, Qiao Youxue The voice rang out from the sea of ​​consciousness.

Bi An raised his head to look at Yanluo Pavilion, and saw Qiao Youxue standing on the corridor on the second floor looking at this side, and quickly tugged at Axiong's sleeve and shouted: "Master is there! I'm going to find Master! "

As soon as the words fell, Bi An Sa Yazi was about to rush towards the Yanluo Pavilion. A Xiong looked up at Qiao Youxue who was standing on it, and quickly grabbed Bi An's back collar, saying: "Wait, you can't go up now!"

Hearing this, Bi'an's expression immediately dropped, he turned his head and frowned, and shouted to Ah Xiong: "Why?"

Axiong's eyes moved slightly, and he raised his head to look at Qiao Youxue, and then he also pinched a sound-transmitting paper crane and flew towards her.

The other side looked at Axiong's series of actions, his eyes were full of contempt.

On the pavilion, Qiao Youxue crushed the sound-transmitting paper crane, and after hearing Axiong's story, a light flashed in her eyes, and she turned her head to look in the direction of the door behind her.

Too bad, if it's true, wouldn't it be dangerous for Wu Xing to be painted inside?
Thinking of this, Qiao Youxue's brows twitched slightly, she lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then released a sound-transmitting paper crane, then turned around, opened the door and walked into the room.

Hearing the opening of the door, Liao Qin hurried over, seeing that this person was Qiao Youxue again, with a very strange expression on his face.

"This ghost painter probably has the level of the golden core stage. You can't fight. Wu Xing and I will drag her in the house for a while, and you will sneak up with the other side, and the others will surround the entire Yanluo Pavilion." Qiao Youxue The voice sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Axiong's eyes moved slightly, then he looked towards the other shore, and said: "Your master asked me to take you up secretly, don't say anything for a while, just follow me, you understand?"

The other side looked at his master and turned around and walked into the room, then turned around and gave A Xiong a contemptuous look, and nodded after thinking about it.

Inside the house, Liao Qin looked at Qiao Youxue and asked, "Why did the girl come in?"

Qiao Youxue smiled lightly, and then said, "I have nothing else to do, but I have a few words that I want to talk to the ghost painter."

"This..." Liao Qin hesitated.

Qiao Youxue smiled again, ignored her, and walked straight into the room.

Wu Xing watched Qiao Youxue go out and then come in again, a look of surprise flashed across his face, while Zi Mei behind the screen had an uneasy expression, her brows were furrowed fiercely, she raised her head to look through the screen He turned to Qiao Youxue who was behind.

The corners of Qiao Youxue's mouth were always raised, and her eyes swept towards the direction of the screen, as if she could see her directly through the screen, which made Zi Mei's heart skip a beat.

Qiao Youxue said slowly: "I heard that the ghost painter can draw what people think in their hearts. Has the painter ever seen what this young master desires?"

After the words fell, Zi Mei behind the screen slowly put the brush in her hand aside, then knocked on the table to signal Liao Qin to come in.

After Liao Qin walked in, he came out after a while, looked straight at Wu Xing with a pair of eyes, and then said: "The painter said that what monks in this world pursue is nothing more than two things, the first is wealth, and the second is wealth. The second is longevity, the combination of the two, isn't that what you want in your heart?"

After her voice fell, Wu Xing frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Qiao Youxue laughed helplessly.

If there is such a thing as mind reading in this world, it must not be the so-called "ghost painter".

In her opinion, although Wu Xing is a monk, his spiritual roots are not outstanding. If he wants to achieve immortality, it is basically impossible. Generally, they are not so persistent, live forever, and think about things that they know are impossible.

This ghost painter, in fact, does not have such a strong ability to penetrate people's hearts, and everything he relies on is just his own conjecture.

"How, is the ghost painter's guess wrong?" Seeing Qiao Youxue laughing, Liao Qin frowned slightly.

Qiao Youxue didn't expose it, so Na Liaoqin looked at Wu Xing, his eyes moved and asked: "Young master, is the ghost painter's guess right?"

"If I think about it, I naturally want wealth, power and immortality in my heart," Wu Xing said lightly, "It's just... these are too far away for me."

Hearing Wu Xing's words outside, Zi Mei frowned slightly, and lowered her eyes to look at the painting she wrote.

The figure of the man has not been completely outlined, but the treasures around him have been drawn.

Liao Qin was stunned for a moment, and after hearing the meaning of Wu Xing's words, he knew that their guess must be incorrect.

Qiao Youxue said slowly again: "Ghost Painter is so famous, I can't be wrong if I think about it, the young master must want to be such a person."

Unexpectedly, Qiao Youxue would say such words, Zi Mei was slightly taken aback.

"There are a lot of people who have heard that ghost-seeking painters paint. Recently, a murder occurred in an inn in Moon City. The 32 people who lived in the inn all died overnight, but the murderer was nowhere to be found. Until now, this case is still a mystery." The interesting thing is that the 32 people who died in the inn had their portraits painted by you, the ghost painter." Qiao Youxue said calmly, staring straight at the direction of the screen with her beautiful almond eyes.

(End of this chapter)