Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2471 Punish the world: sick dreamer (57)

   Possessed in the portrait, the corners of her white-dyed lips were hooked, and she blinked at Ying Huaixue very lightly, but directly caused Ying Huaixue's blood to freeze down, as if flowing backwards!

  The person in the portrait,

   came alive!

  This is definitely not an illusion, Ying Huaixue ignored it, and was dominated by the fear and panic in her heart, so she rushed over and tried to tear up the portrait.

   But her action, in the eyes of other people, is tantamount to covering one's ears and stealing a bell.

  Obviously,

  What she wanted to do did not succeed.

Because there was a cold dagger that quickly pierced the air, wherever it went, there was a fierce wind, and it brushed Ying Huaixue's face, sharply drawing a blood mark, and finally nailing it straight to the circle. Shaped on mahogany pillars.

  Unparalleled destructive power.

  "Are you afraid?" Si Jin slowly said. He walked over step by step, still copying his pockets with one hand, like a nobleman of the Central European Century, with a sense of elegance and nobility in every step.

  The position where the slender boy stopped was very clever. He just blocked the portrait sideways and blocked all the actions Ying Huaixue might do next.

  This sudden dagger was something that no one had expected. After the reaction, only the sharp sound of the cut air was noticed.

"I will tell you about this matter slowly later." Seeing Si Jin approaching the portrait, the boy in Tsing Yi didn't show any expression, but his eyes seemed to have blue light, but he was watching from the corner. When he arrived, the blood-clothed figure in the portrait seemed to move his fingertips, and stopped again, then withdrew his gaze, and continued to talk with the shadow father.

   Ying Huaixue's actions just now have already made her guilty conscience, and there is no possibility of any change.

  The matter has been settled.

The Shadow Father took a deep breath, knowing that the scene was not a suitable place for conversation, so he gestured to the person under his hand and ordered without hesitation: "First put this person in the shadow house, and deal with it later. ."

  Shadow Father has too many things that he doesn’t understand right now. In his mind, it seems that all the lines are twisted into lumps, and the reason is not clear.

Speaking with an expression of indescribable expression to the people around him, Si Jin was quite indifferent. His slender and white fingers landed on the portrait, and he moved steadily. The bright white fingertips and the blood-red clothes seemed to be able to Form the sharpest contrast.

  The kind of action that is neither light nor heavy makes the figure in the portrait pause all at once.

   Very strange meaning.

  I'm so white, now I want to go out directly.

  Fortunately, Si Jin did not continue to move. His white fingertips lightly stayed on the red girl’s finger, covering it, as if holding hands...

  It's just that because the boy turned sideways and blocked the sight of others, no one noticed this scene.

  I saw a handsome and long person wearing a light white windbreaker, indifferent, noble, and polite. When the long eyelashes fell, the curve of the thin lips was gentle and indifferent.

  The demeanor and temperament of the whole suit, like the most perfect gentleman and nobleman.

Unfortunately,

  That evil means to see blood, can not have a relationship with a gentleman.

  The boy in Tsing Yi was still talking with the shadow father, and a lazy and pleasant voice rang in his mind: "Let him take it away."

Ming paused, understood in an instant, and then continued to speak to the shadow father nonchalantly: "This painting... is also contaminated with evil at present, so it is not suitable to keep, it is more appropriate to dispose of it, it is better to directly give it to Si Shao." Tsing Yi The boy said blankly.

  Shadow Father nodded in fear, "Okay, I understand."

Si Jin squinted loosely, raised his delicate eyebrows, glanced at the boy in Tsing Yi for unknown meaning, then slowly raised the corners of his lips, slowly rolled up the portrait with his slender and white fingers, and put it away, his voice was very weak: "Don't bother the studio master. I'll deal with this painting."

  Shadow Father is meaningless, after all...All his thoughts are now on why he is doing this.

Before the portrait was rolled up, Ran Bai had come out of the portrait and regained control of her body. She turned her eyes down and looked at the figure of the slender young man. After a pause for two seconds, she faintly retracted her gaze, "Presumably The cinema master must have doubts. Go to the study."

  Shadow father nodded, only feeling a splitting headache.

  After all, today’s scene...not everyone can accept it.

  This kind of thing,

  It's quite simple to say, and she said half-truth and half-truth, omitting all of her from the past, leaving her completely clean.

  This is more convincing.

  Even the shadow father believed it.

  I have to believe it after all.

simply speaking,

   is what the outsider did in place of the original owner for identity issues.

   is in full compliance with the speculation of dyeing white.

  When Ranbai came out of the study, the sky was already close to dusk, and the setting sun was like blood, reflecting half of the sky red.

  The sunset glow burns the clouds, and the colors are intense and brilliant.

  The young man dressed in blue and white clothes just walked out of the gate of the city lord’s mansion. As soon as he lifted his eyes, his figure stopped. Because a young and long figure leaned against the wall so lazily and indifferently, with one hand in his pocket, the sleeves were slightly rolled, revealing porcelain-white wrists, and a pale white windbreaker. The sense of abstinence became stronger, S Wenqing Guizhong is full of evil spirits.

  And at this moment,

   just turned her eyes sideways, looking at her with a smile, holding a rolled up portrait with one hand.

   must have recognized it.

  Otherwise it cannot be that way.

"Dye Xiaobai, is it fun?" Si Jin slowly approached, stopped in front of Yen Bai, lowered his eyes to look at the figure of the young man in front of him. The ice and snow are full of coolness.

  "How did you recognize me?" Ran Bai asked.

  Si Jin lowered his eyes and glanced at her, his voice was very low: "If I can't even recognize my girlfriend, how much will I fail as a boyfriend?"

  Yan Bai thought about it, too.

  Si Jin lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the pair of black gloves that the boy in Tsing Yi was still wearing.

   Then he seemed to tear his lower lip, revealing a slight arc of ridicule.

   directly clasped the white-dyed wrist with his hand, and pulled off the black glove blankly and threw it aside.

  Dyeing white, raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

  In the white eyes, Si Jin raised his eyes, confidently, and gently clasping the girl’s fingers, which was satisfied, and his voice was extremely weak: “Don’t touch others casually. You can’t wear gloves.”

  He lightly opened his thin lips, but uttered a word indifferently, "Dirty."

   "So are you?" Dyeing white and squinting his eyes, under the setting sun, everyone knows that it refers to the fact that he has not touched other people.

  Si Jin took a deep look at her, and the twilight seemed to be crumpled and embedded in his deep eyes, beautiful and dangerous, and his tone was flat: "The only one who can touch me is you."

   Dyeing white paused, and the corners of his lips provoked a cold and evil arc, quite satisfied, "Very good."

   "Let's go." He looked downright, "Since you have fun, you should remember to go home."

  (End of this chapter)