Fat birds are self-improvement

The lynching hall at midnight was extremely gloomy. It was located in a remote corner of the deep palace. Several eunuchs with hideous faces were sitting among a pile of torture tools, looking fiercely at Feng Wu who was brought up.

Someone began to read out the fabricated charges, someone lifted up the execution platform, and pressed Feng Wu down on the platform to lie on her stomach.

In order to make peace, it is natural not to leave too obvious scars on his face, but to achieve the effect of punishment, the best position is to hit the stick, and the place where the stick must be hit must be the buttocks.This style of play is very particular, and the scars should not be obvious, and the pain must be unbearable. Naturally, it needs a master of sticks to complete it.

It is said that no one can withstand more than ten sticks in this lynching hall.

Sure enough, Feng Wu's trousers were taken off, revealing her round butt, which was also beautiful. If the people present were not eunuchs, it would probably be another nosebleed.

The eunuch holding the board squinted his eyes, thinking that he was about to slap such a beautiful butt, and suddenly felt a sense of pleasure.

Once the masters who are domineering and domineering on weekdays offend the emperor, they will still be reduced to prisoners here, crying for their father and mother.The eunuch sneered and patted down with a stick.

It's just that when the stick was slapped down and picked up again, there was no crackling sound, but the stick turned into a torch.

The eunuch screamed in horror and threw it away, not understanding what happened—how did the stick catch fire for no reason!

Someone hurriedly poured out the fire with a bucket of water, and there was chaos in the execution hall for a while. The chief eunuch refused to give up, and took a stick to beat Feng Wu by himself—who knew that the stick was the same as before, and it seemed to be blown by the wind , the flames rushed straight.

"There is a ghost! There is a ghost!" someone began to scream.

At this time, Feng Wu hummed and sneered twice, and he got up, pulled up his pants, then sat cross-legged on the table, and said with a sinister smile: "You mortals, do you know that this great immortal is Huode Xingjun's upper body! Hurry up and kneel down!"

Fat Bird actually played tricks!I saw him with disheveled hair, shaking his head and thinking about the ground, and there were indeed floating fireballs in the surrounding air, which scared the eunuchs to the ground. At this time, the door was suddenly closed and locked, and a group of people panicked. They could only kneel and kowtow beg for mercy.

When Fat Niao was thinking about asking these eunuchs to pay tribute to hot pot or steamed buns for him, there was a sound of footsteps outside, as if three or four people were coming here, and soon, the gate was slapped by a group of people. Shouted: "Open the door! The prince wants to summon Feng Wu!"

In an instant, the fireball disappeared, and the door was easily pushed open by the people outside, only to see Feng Wu sitting cross-legged on the stage, while a group of eunuchs were kneeling on the ground.

"What are you doing!" The person who came was the prince's confidant, with an impatient look on his face.

"We are dancing to the Great God, please let the fairy go up." Fat Bird (⊙v⊙)

"The palace ordered to prohibit these pretentious things, don't you want your heads!" The prince's confidant snorted, "Come here, take him away."

The eunuchs kneeling on the ground watched with trepidation as they dragged Feng Wu away, and couldn't help but look at each other—aren't they the people next to the prince, what a mess!That Feng Wu is a monster, let you get into trouble!

The prince summoned Feng Wu in the middle of the night, naturally, to say that he would instigate rebellion.He knew that Feng Wu was going to be punished tonight, so he deliberately asked someone to bring Feng Wu here at this time - of course, he was not out of pity for Feng Wu, but to show his tolerance.

The prince's palace was filled with breath from the underworld. Everyone in it had a stiff face and obeyed the prince's words, obviously influenced by the magic power of the master of the underworld.

Although Monk Xi made a bet and promised not to use mana to each other, it was actually just an expedient measure for the two sides to avoid a quick blow. Both sides are not sure about the strength of the other side, so they both want to fight a protracted war to increase the interest of this competition.

And in the prince's inner palace, there is an extra woman who shouldn't appear - Concubine Ming. As a concubine, she is equivalent to the prince's stepmother. Naturally, it is impossible to come to the prince's palace at such a late night to spend the night according to etiquette.But at this moment, she was like a servant, standing by the side obediently with her head bowed.

After Feng Wu was brought in, she saw the prince was painting.The pen in his hand was emitting a purple brilliance, obviously not something from the mortal world, but a treasure from the underworld.

"Fenghuang, now you have another chance to choose the right side to join." The prince said while drawing, and he cut straight to the point, which shows his domineering heart.

"Underworld Lord, you hold the power of the underworld in your hands. You have obtained enough. Why bother with the mortal affairs. Besides, I will bring Shangxi back to the sky. The mortal affairs should be left to the mortals to solve by themselves. I think it's better for you to give up this bet." Fat Bird became a peacemaker instead.

"No one can preach to the deity. You just need to tell me your choice." Mingzhu narrowed his eyes and said.

"If I really want to fight, I will of course choose Shang Xi's side." Fat Niao said. "What you are holding in your hand should be the underworld magic brush that can draw all the real things in the world."

"That's right, I'm preparing to draw a picture for Feng Huang as a gift for you. I want to see what is true about you, the most beautiful thing in the three worlds." Say, I want to know if you have the right to be my enemy."

"I heard that the pen only displays transparent content on the paper until the last stroke is completed!" Fat Bird (⊙_⊙) "You'd better not use that thing to draw me .”

"Are you afraid of being seen through? A hypocritical phoenix. I heard that phoenixes are very vain species!" The prince teased, "Or what you draw will make you shudder to find that you can't face your sincerity?"

While talking, the brush stopped suddenly, Concubine Ming respectfully picked up the transparent drawing paper and showed it to them, only to see that ink gradually appeared on the large snow-white drawing paper, and finally——

One

fat

fat

fat

fat

The fat dead fat bird appeared on the drawing paper.

"Am I that ugly?" Fat Bird scratched his head.

The atmosphere suddenly became stiff.

No, the air is petrified.That kind of painting is obviously a style called manga that will appear thousands of years later—shouldn’t such a high-level treasure such as Ebon draw elegant freehand brushwork or fine brushwork?

Facing Feng Wu, the magic pen trembled.

"It's really ugly, Fenghuang." Underworld Lord actually held his chin and said mocking words that were still pretending to be x.

Everyone can see that the picture is not normal!Especially in the bottom corner of the picture, a tiny house gradually emerged as a reference—that’s right!The magic pen is implying the size of that dead fat bird!

"It seems that the glitz on the surface can't hide the ugliness in your heart. You are really suitable for the dark underworld, a hypocritical phoenix." The Lord of the Underworld continued.

And Fat Bird watched (⊙_⊙) the bottom corner of the painting continue to extend and some new content appeared.

He blinked and looked at the strange new sub-number—it took him a long time to understand, and then the corner of his mouth twitched.

Because the new content in the lower right corner turned out to be a scale.

The magic pen is using the rope to imply the terrible size of the master, this dead fat bird!

It's a pity that the Underworld Lord never cared.He probably didn't bother to take a second look after seeing the picture of the dead fat bird for the first time.