Color painting collection and a certain strongest

He Chuan Hexian is a good boy.

At school, he loves classmates and respects teachers, and at home, he respects elders and helps brothers.

Although he is a child adopted by the He Chuan family, his talent as a conjurer makes him a "thug" who can be treated with courtesy. Even if you respect him, the seriously ill twin brother can get good treatment.

Compared with the orphanage that hides filth and sells children's organs, the He Chuan family that bought them is simply heaven.

However, the good times don't last long, maybe life always has ups and downs.The Hexian boy who visited other families saw the standard square sunken on the original site of the family when he returned home.

In the early morning sunlight, the gifted boy of the Hechuan family with good eyesight can see the insects crawling around the bottom of the pit, and there is a strong earthy smell lingering at the tip of his nose.

A huge ancestral house disappeared overnight, and the rest of the Hechuan family disappeared.

Seeing the ancestral house with no foundation, the little Hexian and the servants who were pulled back by the driver were all dumbfounded.

When Hechuan Hexian finally recovered from the thunderbolt, the huge family that lost all the first and second level conjurers had fallen and scattered.

The family of He Chuan, who was revenged by the legendary super magician, had nowhere to go. They could only divide up all their belongings and reluctantly scattered among the people without magic power.

Heaven will send a great mission to the people of Sri Lanka, and they will surely suffer their minds and ambitions, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and disturb their actions.

After finally learning from the former branch people that his twin brother disappeared with his ancestral house, the young Hexian seems to have taken the script of a mainstream novel.

However, life is always ups and downs like this, the avenger who comes with hatred not only finds that he is still powerless to take revenge, but also dramatically finds that he has taken revenge on the wrong person.

Facing the siege of a large group of curse masters and curse spirits who are regarded as the top group in the magic world, the handsome man with black wavy long hair not only instantly restrained all the curse masters who rushed forward, but also sent several others away. When leaving, Xianxin even took the time to pack and send away those two ridiculously strong super magic spirits.

How powerful!

He Chuan Hexian's pupils shrank uncontrollably, but the man he was staring at seemed to have just completed a trivial matter. He just stretched out his hand and wanted to make the people in the 'tent' disappear into this world completely.

The fingers wearing black thin gloves are slender and slender, wrapped in leather gloves and appear to have sharp joints, and the thumb and middle finger are gently twisted like a budding flower.

The curse masters had no intention of admiring it at all. They looked at Lan Tang's hand, which could almost be called a work of art, in horror, and instinctively understood that with a snap of their fingers, they would all disappear from the world.

Lan Tang has no hobby of torturing the weak, as long as he is not a scum who does nothing, he will basically kill him in the blink of an eye, and let the enemy die happily.

But his movements were interrupted by an almost shrill voice:

"Night Moth Orchid Hall—!"

A teenager stumbled and threw himself in front of the 'tent', slamming on the solid barrier.

Lan Tang withdrew his hand, and looked at He Chuan He Xian with bloodshot eyes: "My three-year-old twin brother disappeared on the family extermination night at He Chuan's house!"

Lan Tang raised his eyebrows.

"Did you kill it!"

The long hair swayed in the wind, Lan Tang tilted his head slightly, and said indifferently: "I don't remember."

Ten years ago... some families were all wiped out, and some families stayed behind, but who would remember the names and types of the rabble that was killed ten years ago.

"The Hechuan family..." The young man in front of him was pretty good-looking, his elegant face was distorted by hatred, and Lan Tang, who felt a little pity, carefully recalled the massacre ten years ago: "I should have only killed the members of the Hechuan family. All first and second level conjurers."

He Chuan Hexian was stunned, as if he had been hit on the head with a stick.

The chest that had been filled with hatred suddenly emptied, and the position of the heart seemed to be leaking, and it seemed to be standing on a tall building or on the edge of a cliff.One step closer to being smashed to pieces.

Revenge?

He Chuan Hexian slowly turned his suddenly sluggish thoughts, feeling a little ridiculous in his heart for no reason.Despair gradually appeared in his eyes.

"but......"

A voice came from the opposite side through the 'tent', and the sudden turning point made He Chuan Hexian look up quickly, flustered in his movements that he didn't realize.

"You still hate me,"

Facing the dark eyes of the young man in the 'tent' that could not reveal a gleam of light, Lan Tang looked calm. Seeing that the young man was a long-haired beauty in kimono, he was very kind, and told a white lie:

"If your family's conjurers are still there, your brother will not disappear."

He Chuan Hexian, who was almost in a mood of self-loathing, slowly opened his eyes wide.In the next moment, the flames of burning hatred suddenly burst out from the painful and empty eyes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I hate you!"

The young man seemed to pour out all the hatred in his chest, he opened his palm and let the blood drip.The cursing voice was hoarse and almost weeping blood—"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!!!"

"I hate your arrogance!"

"I, He Chuan Hexian, curse here! Sooner or later, you will have to pay the price for your arrogance! I curse you to be restrained because of a momentary carelessness! I curse you to watch yourself lose your freedom! I curse you Losing what you value most...."

"enough!"

The words were interrupted, the sound of cursing stopped abruptly, and outside the 'tent' there was only the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, and the subspace isolated everything.

Outside the 'tent', Lan Tang narrowed his golden-green eyes, and his eyes turned cold.

Twist the thumb and middle finger wearing black gloves, drawing an elegant arc from top to bottom.Lan Tang exhaled, raised his hand like a gentleman under the young man's hateful gaze, and snapped his fingers lightly.

"rest in peace."

The disappearance of He Chuan Hexian's younger brother is anyone's guess. This young man's talent is not bad. In order to make his adopted son die, the small family will definitely grasp it firmly, and there is a high probability that they will find a way to destroy his weakness and transfer the hatred to hostility. family.

Every one, every family of magic spells is basically the same.

He Xian, who is no longer naive, is also well aware of the darkness of the family of conjuration, and he is also very clear-the operation is expensive, and the head of the house and his wife have long been dissatisfied with supporting a useless sick child. A vague hint of complaint.

But he understood too late.

The thorns of revenge have been entwined in his flesh and blood, becoming the pillar of his soul.The collapse of the pillars will only make his life worse than death, turning him into an empty skin.

Across a space, He Chuan Hexian's mouth moved silently.

I am sorry.

He lowered his eyes quietly, with a tired and calm expression.

According to the plan, you have been delayed for so long.

At the end of his life, hatred and gratitude were entangled in his eyes, and deep guilt was suppressed in those black jade-like eyes.The boy slowly disappeared in the subspace, like a falling crane.

Under the power of the warp, the conjurer's strong physique is as fragile as fine sand in the wind.

Watching the boy and a group of curse masters disappear into flying dust, when Lan Tang ordered the toolmen to clean up and destroy the monitors all over the mountains and plains, the familiar family crest flashed across the corner of his eyes.

The blue lines on the white background outline the budding gardenia with a few strokes.

He stopped the middle-aged man who had the same family crest as the young man, and after asking about the news about the twins adopted by the direct line of the Hechuan family, who was the toolman of the elder of the Hechuan family.

Lan Tang lowered his eyelids and sighed for the pair of brothers who were played by fate: "I know."

It's a pity that there are two classic and beautiful boys like that.

Putting his hands into his pockets calmly, Lan Tang took two steps and then paused, turning his head slightly to look at the toolman elder who hesitated to speak: "Is there anything else?"

The old man wrinkled his fat face, and his kind face was full of righteous indignation: "The curse just now was really vicious. Fortunately, you got rid of him now, otherwise that little bastard will be the scourge of the magic world sooner or later."

Lan Tang's opal-like golden-green eyes immediately showed a trace of impatience unabashedly, the arrogant transcendent sincerely felt disgusted that his supernatural power was actually connected with this kind of person's corpse.

The strange state of neither life nor death can't erase the enthusiasm for power and money. Even if the relationship seems to be separated by a layer of glass, greed has been carved in the souls of these people.

The tool man kept the information of his life, and the top supernatural ability "Colored Painting Collection" couldn't change the nature of these people's insatiable greed. This made the people around them not have the slightest doubt, and made Lan Tang even more disgusted——

The stupid intrigue among the hyenas is not in the eyes of the owner, and the ruthless capitalist just wants to squeeze them to work hard.

Today, the marginal toolman who can't read the air still bowed his head behind Lantang and gave his idea, trying to make up for the impression he had in the eyes of the boss who was in the same Hechuan family as the boy just now: "You can bring some people Come to hold a purification ceremony, the Hechuan family is good at breaking curses, the vicious curse just now can be wiped away by us in just three days, together with the soul of that brat..."

The tool man scolded the dead boy endlessly, Lan Tang, who didn't think so much, froze with a cold expression on his face.

The love and hate of conjurers are curses.

It is indeed a bit early to start, but... there is no need.

Such a weak person is not a threat even if he becomes a curse.

With a thought, the tool man immediately shut up, and retreated to the team of tool men in an empty and peaceful manner, diligently dealing with the traces left in the village.

Try to leave no trace of filth, and completely erase the evidence that Xia Youjie attacked the villagers.

As long as these evidences are eliminated, it doesn't matter even if these villagers call the police. In a country of capital, money and power are everything!

Fortunately, Lan Tang has all of them!

The whole valley is like a huge tomb, and the howling wind passes through the valley, bringing the sound of sirens in the distance.

Lan Tang pulled the scarf in the wind, firmly covering half of his face, stretched out his hands to straighten the white plush earmuffs that were keeping warm, brushed his long black hair messy by the wind behind his ears, and walked towards The village entrance that police cars must pass through.

So this thought was brushed away indifferently like dust, and Lan Tang began to think about another thing that was not troublesome.

About the disposal methods of these villagers.

The villagers in the whole village were injured to the point of being unable to walk, and some were even breathing weakly, but Lan Tang did not intend to use the inversion technique to treat them.

In the ruins, every villager, even those who were completely buried under the rubble, is extremely conspicuous in the eyes of the conjurers—because of the strong spell power on them, it is the power of young conjurers. A curse soaked in resentment for years of sexual abuse.

The curse is eroding their health. Even if they don't go to the police station, these people won't live long.

As for the twin sisters....

Lan Tang recalled the two three-year-old little ghosts who couldn't even take care of him.

Lan Tang fell into deep thought.

Lan Tang sighed deeply.

Resigned to his fate, Lan Tang sent a message to the tool man and bodyguard who took care of the Fuhei siblings, took out his mobile phone and called the shop that delivered the items to the Fuhei siblings in case of a rainy day.

The author has something to say: Seek nutrient solution at the end of the month!

This time, it is absolutely, absolutely, really, really, really going to end!When Lan Tang and Gojo Satoru say they are together, it will be over!The next chapter is an opportunity for Lantang to get rid of his life as a social animal, and to treat Gojo Satoru on the same level as an adult!

Author, I can finally write other articles!Sprinkle flowers!

After I finish writing this article, I will start saving Uchiha's articles, and by the way, I can write the quick time travel article for entertainment as I like!

Speaking of Uchiha, I suddenly feel that Madara Lord Dumei is nicer... Ah, let's talk about it at that time.

感谢在2021-06-1020:53:24~2021-06-2519:42:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Mao Huhu, 1 life rot;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 70 bottles of Qingwu under the moon; 63 bottles of strawberry cake; 463169608 bottles; 5 bottles of Coisíní;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!