Picking up soap in a harmonious world

"What is this?" I swiftly took away the object that the other party had accidentally dropped, and looked down, but was stunned.

It was a scroll that was quite familiar to me, and I didn't need to open it to know what was inside.

"...I'm going to take it and burn it." Xiao Shaochou stretched out his hand to me with a gloomy face, "Here, you can't keep this evil thing."

"I don't." I held the scroll tightly and didn't let go, even if the other party came to force me.

Xiao Shaochou looked at me coldly, without saying a word, but his momentum was even stronger than before.

I gritted my teeth and yelled at the other party: "Aren't you going to court? Still have time to spend time here with me? Are you not afraid of losing what you have gained?"

These words really made the other party shake, and in the end he just gave me a hard look and walked away.

As soon as Xiao Shaochou left, I felt my whole body relax. The high mental tension made me exhausted and drowsy, but the severe pain from all over my body dispelled the drowsiness again and again.

After sitting there for a while, I slowly opened the scroll in my hand.

It was a lifelike picture of a figure. The man in the painting had his eyes slightly closed, resting on a bamboo chair in a relaxed posture, with a slight smile looming on his handsome face, compared to the exquisiteness of the figure, , the background is a few strokes, a little rough, but the overall feeling is still amazingly beautiful.

"Heh... how can this face be so beautiful..." I shook my head and couldn't help but groan to myself: "I don't know how that kid draws it, he knows how to grasp the essence of PS."

I lightly stroked the face of the person in the painting, and my messy mind was finally filled with something. Although it was a useless memory killing, for me now, it is better to be touched by the scene than to be insensitive.

"Do you think he has a split personality or has he disappeared completely?" I asked the person in the painting, but the person in the painting is only a person in the painting after all, and will not really be the same as what was written in Liaozhai, and suddenly jumped out to respond to me.

I laughed lowly, but said nothing more.

Because I know that even if there are no such accidents, this relationship will die sooner or later.

Just as I was looking at the old things and feeling sad about my love affair that ended without a disease, there was a burst of pain from behind that was so sharp that I could no longer ignore it.

I was so painful that my whole body trembled, and I stretched out my hand to touch the painful place, only to realize that my back was sticky and warm.

I took a look, and it was really bright red, which was eye-catching.

"Damn it! How can you say that you feel soft-hearted when you see me, and you don't even treat a wound well? It really is the most ruthless emperor!"

I was in so much pain that I almost lost my mind, and I cursed the other party indignantly, but unexpectedly, I accidentally stained the scroll with blood.

"..." Before I had time to feel annoyed, a strong suction force and a sense of weightlessness quickly penetrated my body. I only felt a blur in front of my eyes, and the angle of sight changed from looking up to looking down.

I clearly saw the body of "Xiao Shaowei" lying limply on the side, driving the four iron chains to make a clear "crash", and then lying motionless, like a lifeless corpse .

A huge black vortex appeared in front of me out of thin air, and I was pulled closer involuntarily, and I was surrounded by the familiar pain, weightlessness and dizziness.

In the end, I inevitably blacked out and lost consciousness.

elder brother…

elder brother……

In a daze, I kept feeling that someone was calling me in my ear, expecting, joyful, and pleading.

Brother, you lied to me.

The boy's face was blurred in the light and shadow, I anxiously wanted to grab him, but I couldn't even touch a corner of his clothes.

Why are you lying to me.

He stood there coldly, but he was like a mirror in water, no matter how hard he chased him, he couldn't get close.

I kid you not, I just want to go home.

Holding a candy that I conjured up out of nowhere in my hand, I tried to win over the other party graciously.

Brother, you really still treat me like a child.

The boy who finished speaking these words suddenly turned into a cloud of brilliant smoke, which quickly spread towards me. When I fixed my eyes, I was so frightened that I was sweating coldly and couldn't move.

It was a large group of colorful butterflies, all kinds of butterfly wings were rushing towards me, and the eyes, nose, mouth and even the whole face were drowned.

When I felt a tingling tingling sensation coming from my lips, I could no longer restrain myself from screaming——

"what!"

I opened my eyes suddenly, but I bumped into a pair of beautiful eyes unexpectedly. I was shocked to find a very familiar face from the reflection of the dilated pupils at a very close distance.

That was... Liao Zijun's face.

And at this moment, I also realized belatedly that the owner of these beautiful eyes is not some Jia, B, C, Ding, but Han Cho, who has been cursed and circled by my resentment.

As for what the other party is doing at this time, it seems that I have already figured out the truth without my brain making up.

Well, he's kissing me.

Well, why does it always feel a little bit wrong... Wait!

Han, chip, in, kiss, kiss, me? ! !

I wipe!Am I having sex dreams again? !

I pushed the other person away, and pinched my own face and hands with lingering fear, but I soon realized that I was not dreaming, I was indeed still Liao Zijun, and this place was indeed still the realm of self-cultivation.

What the hell happened to this...?

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar buildings around me, I felt a sense of absurdity in my heart.

This place is still the Yuehua Palace surrounded by fairy mist, and the place where I sleep is still the room where I wanted to do something wrong that night.

And the one who shared the room with me was still the silent, severely brain-damaged...

No, not right!

I stared at Han Cho who was pushed aside just now as if I had discovered a new continent. His demeanor was still silent and low-key, but his eyes had returned to the original calmness and indifference. The ignorant expression no longer existed on his face. What surprised me was that his face, which had changed from unsightly to ordinary, had achieved a qualitative leap again, and it could even be described as handsome!

Fuck me, this micro-plastic surgery of the facial features is too successful, which makes me, a scientific youth from the 21st century, completely unacceptable!

But... Damn, I've shifted my focus again, is this the time to drool over the protagonist Yan? !

But, but... he just wanted to kiss me again because of Mao?

"You are unwell, lie down and fall asleep first, and I will get the medicine."

Before I could sort out any useful information from this mess, the other party spoke first.

"Oh...Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Han." I replied stutteringly, with embarrassment and strange touch in my heart.

But I do need some alone time to sort out my messy brain.

Could it be that that ancient journey was really just a dream?But even if it is a dream, it will not be so long and real. What's more, the surrounding environment has changed a little from before I traveled, and Han Cho has also inexplicably changed from a mentally retarded person to a normal youth.

Oh... by the way, and that painting!

I quickly searched around, and I still remember that I traveled to the ancient times because of a scroll. At that time, I was planning to OOXX Xiao Hanchou with evil intentions, and then rolled out the scroll I got from the secret realm from the storage bag. After that... It seemed like a swipe, and the scroll opened, and I was sucked into an unknown black hole before I saw anything.

I hurriedly opened the storage bag placed aside, and there was indeed the scroll hidden in it, it seems that Han Cho put it back.

I hesitated to untie the red rope that tied it, and the hidden style inside was slowly revealed.

The handsome man in the wide-sleeved robe, the lazy posture with his eyes slightly closed, and the light background with a few strokes reveal a sense of leisure and ease, but this highlights the richness of the characters more and more, creating a sexiness that is not inferior to erotic paintings Beauty, anyone who looks at it will be amazed at the beauty of the person in the painting at first sight.

I stared at the person in the painting for a long time before moving my eyes to the dark red stain in the upper left corner of the painting—that was the only damaged part of the whole painting.

It seems... It should not be a dream, but a genuine time travel. Fortunately, in my few impressions of the "Three Thousand Worlds of Hypnosis", this ancient world does exist in the text and definitely belongs to it. One of the six worlds is correct, and I do have some memories of the Xiao brothers. Although until now I don't know who is one of the six, but at present, it seems that Han Zhao and I are still in the same place. In the same plane, the situation is not bad, maybe... I completed the task by accident?

I traveled twice because of this picture scroll. If according to what the aliens said, all things that can break the barriers of time and space belong to the treasures that the six senses care about most, then this picture scroll should be the so-called secret edict.

Before Siwa didn't write and ink, it was just a blank scroll, and the three characters "immortal in the painting" engraved on the shaft didn't seem to be carved by man, and it didn't show up in that world for five years. The handwriting, I think it should be that this thing belongs to the treasure of a genius, but somehow it was lost in the royal family of the Xiao Kingdom, and was shelved by the former emperor. Let's make drawing paper.

But the thing that the eldest child and the second child care about most cannot be the Mizhao. If the Mizhao really refers to the "immortal in the painting", then it is normal for me to travel through time, and the blood on the painting is also one of the evidences.

Well, assuming this explanation is correct, that leaves one last question.

Why didn't I travel directly to the next world this time, but went back to the realm of comprehension?

If this scroll of "Immortal in the Painting" is really a treasure that breaks the barriers of time and space, why can it be used twice? It is more responsible than a round-trip ticket.

What puzzles me the most is that I was able to wear it back in the ancient world, at least because the secret edict is probably related to the scroll, that is to say, no matter who is one of the six, the Xiao brothers are most concerned about it anyway. The necessary conditions are consistent with what the aliens said.

But what's going on when I travel to the ancient world? Isn't Lu Qing most concerned about the burner?I guess he doesn't even know what a 'painting fairy' is.

Uh... As for the condition of eliminating the grievances of the six people, the cheating aliens didn't say a clause not to allow the other party to die, right? Well, the grass in front of the graves of the eldest and second children is taller than mine, so there is no way to make up for it.

When I returned to the realm of comprehension, do I have to read the file and start over again?

Frowning and thinking hard, Han Zhao came in with a bowl of medicine.

"Drink it." He handed me the medicine bowl in an almost commanding tone.

I glanced at Han Tiao, who had a cold expression and calm eyes, and I always felt something was wrong in my heart.

"Uh, didn't you lose your sanity because of Liao Zihan's soul searching technique?" I couldn't help asking.

"I've recovered. If I have anything to say, I'll drink the medicine first." He said lightly.

I stared at him for a long time before I finally understood what was wrong with him—Han Cho's behavior was no different from normal people? !

No, it should be said that his demeanor is even better than that of normal people, like a mature wise man with good experience, speaking in a calm and self-sufficient tone.

You must know that before the accident happened, Han Cho was a dark and terrifying man. He usually didn't speak, even if he spoke as concisely as possible, his eyes were always guarded, and with that ugly face, tsk tsk, it was too similar to a film and television work. The second middle school in the middle school has perverted.

But now, regardless of the evolution of that face, a single temperament and conversation are enough to raise a lot of impression points. Although this lukewarm appearance seems more difficult to guess, it seems easier to get along with.

"Still drinking?" He raised his eyebrows, his expression a little healed.

I chuckled, raised my head pretending to be calm, and swallowed all the medicine.

When I looked up, I found that Han Zhao was looking at my side with a strange expression on his face.

I followed his gaze, but suddenly found that the picture scroll was exposed in the other party's sight in a fully exposed posture.

"Well, this painting is not bad." I rolled up the painting as if nothing had happened, and then tied it with a rope.

The whole process was extremely long due to the burning gaze of the other party, and I even felt at one point that he seemed to know something.

After drinking the medicine and packing up my things, I had nothing to do, and the room became extremely quiet in an instant. This reminded me of that kiss again. An unspeakable embarrassment.

After a few minutes of silence, I couldn't help but speak:

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Five days."

Hearing this, the corners of my eyes twitched, and I calculated the time difference nervously.

It can't be such a coincidence, can it?I just spent five years in that world.

"Well, how did you recover from your injury?"

"Naturally."

"..."

"Then... can we go down the mountain?" I carefully asked the question I was most concerned about. I didn't lose my memory. Before crossing, I was controlled by Lu Qing, and I was grounded in Yuehua Palace in a disguised form.

"Of course, it's easy to kill him." Han Tiao's calm eyes flashed a murderous intent, and so far, I finally found a trace of the middle school aura in him.

However, if you complain about it, I actually trust Mr. Zhujiao more.

"Hehe, this kind of scum has its own harvest, Mr. Han doesn't need to do more crimes." I hypocritically showed a glorious smile on my face, but I really hoped that Lu Qing would be torn to pieces.

Cough cough... I wouldn't say that I was worried that Han Zhao would be too conceited and lose to Lu Qing's troubles. It's good if I have the ability to go down the mountain, and I don't want revenge extravagantly.

As for the time-traveling props such as the fairy burner in the painting, you can take your time, so that the green hills will not worry about running out of firewood.

Who knows-

"I'm afraid if I don't look for him, he will come to me." Han Zhao said, and threw something from his storage bag.

The thing fell to the ground with a 'clang'. I took a closer look and was speechless, unable to say a word to express my shock.

The thing that was randomly thrown on the ground at this time is the burning furnace that I will never forget.

After a while, I stammered and asked, "When did you get it?! Did Lu Qing find out?"

As a result, an answer came out that made me almost faint——

"Just now, when I went to fetch the medicine."

Damn it, can you stop that indifferent expression of 'this is just a trivial matter', is it possible that Naizhen can change from a down-and-out amnesiac to a domineering general in five days?

As long as I think of what will happen later, no, maybe Lu Qing will appear at the door in the next second and punch and kick us in various ways, and I will continue to roast the suckling pig, I can't help but tremble and burst into tears.

Maybe it was the spiritual root given to me by the line carved on the stove, "The fairy in the painting is unforgettable, burning love and breaking the heart", maybe it was the sudden blessing to my heart, I suddenly had a bold and inexplicable idea.

Isn't the so-called incinerator just for burning things?

Isn't the so-called fairy in the painting just made of paper and cloth?

What are you talking about unforgettable, burning love, if you burn the scroll and forget it, it will break the thoughts of the person who wrote it.

Well, that might be the case.

Ah... By the way, if I think about it this way, I can also understand why the fairy in the painting allows me to travel through instead of the burning furnace, because what Lu Qing really cares about is not the broken furnace, but the content contained in the furnace. Value, he said that when he was a child, he saw a dragon coming out of it, which means that what he longed for might be to travel through time and space like me, but if the activation condition of the burner must be the fairy in the painting, then the fairy in the painting also belongs to Lu Qing's obsession.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that my guess is correct.

I can't wait to experiment, "Mr. Han, can you light up the stove?"

Han Chiu nodded.

"Then please!" I once again raised a pure smile like a white lotus flower, pleading sincerely.

Despite the suspicious look on the other side's face, he obeyed my instructions.

As soon as I saw that the hollowed-out stove began to raise wisps of green smoke, I threw the picture scroll into it impatiently.

"What are you doing?!" Han Choo's face, which had been calm from beginning to end, finally showed a crack. His five fingers pinched the end of the scroll like lightning, but it was still a step too late. The scroll touched the fire. It turned into smoke, and the remaining part was just the last bit.

Han Tuo's hand that was stiff by the stove finally loosened weakly, allowing the tiny end of the shaft to completely melt into the stove.

Seeing that the smoke was getting bigger and bigger, I was afraid that I would jump out of bed in time, and moved forward in three steps.

Then he cruelly tore off the scarred flesh on his body, and threw it bloody into the furnace.

"Mr. Han! Hold my hand quickly, I don't have time to explain so much, listen to me, hold me quickly, brother will take you to a good place later."

I endured the pain and yelled excitedly, but after a while, no one responded.

I had something strange in my heart, and when I looked sideways, I saw him standing quietly beside him with half-lidded eyes, not knowing what he was thinking about, half of his long jet-black hair was dyed red in the shining fire, and his whole body was full of aura. An unspeakable strangeness.

Because the other party's aura is too frightening, even though I understand that an extra second is a waste in this situation, I still hesitate to speak too quickly: "Mr. Han..."

The other party suddenly raised his eyes to look at me, and there was an awe-inspiring fire in the beautiful phoenix eyes, which illuminated the brightness and beauty of people's hearts, which unexpectedly made my heart tremble violently, as if I was in the flames.

"Don't call me Mr. Han, call me A Chou."

Accompanied by these words that made me stunned, a familiar and strong suction suddenly rolled me up with overwhelming momentum, and I realized that I didn't hold the BOSS's hand well.

I hurriedly looked towards him, only to find that Han Cho had disappeared into the black hole that appeared out of nowhere before me.

Weightlessness, dizziness, pain, tearing... quickly followed. I struggled for less than a minute before I was completely deprived of all consciousness.