The Villain Has Blackened Again

After seeing the content of the painting, Mr. Fang couldn't help taking a breath and stared at Fang Yue: This...this painting, Yue'er, how could you put this kind of painting in the study? Absurd!

Mrs. Fang glanced at it and quickly looked away, too embarrassed, she pinched Master Fang secretly, Master, do you recognize this painting?

Mr. Fang coughed and said frankly: I met a down-and-out young man when he was out running goods earlier. He almost died of illness on the road. I found a doctor to treat him and gave him some silver taels. This painting was given to me, and it is said to be from the hand of a famous teacher, which is of great collection value.

Although the content of this painting is a bit... But I found someone to see it, and it was indeed painted by a famous teacher, and it is very likely that it was painted by the royal family's royal painter. Later, I kept it at the bottom of the box, and last time Yue'er helped organize a piece of things. , I happened to see this painting and liked it so much, I gave it to him.

Madam Fang was very embarrassed and whispered: Even if you want to give it, you should give it when Yue'er gets married. Fortunately, the master can't see it, otherwise it will be a shame!

The two of them thought that their voices were extremely low, and the demon hunter couldn't hear them, but they didn't know that for a blind person, or a man of Taoism like Meng Ziyi, his ears were very good, so these words also fell into place word for word. into his ears.

It's just that Master Fang and Madam Fang didn't mention what was in the painting from beginning to end, Meng Ziyi just frowned slightly, and just like before, he roughly stroked the drawing paper with his big palm.

Strange to say, there is no demonic aura in this study, but he did smell something that didn't belong to human beings from Young Master Fang before. It was from the vintage... Ink fragrance and paper fragrance.

I thought it was because the demonic energy was too weak, so I didn't smell it, but even when I went to the study, there was no demonic energy.

Meng Ziyi has a very smart nose. Master once said that he is a natural monster hunter, so his feeling can't go wrong. There must be something in this study.

After carefully smelling it for a long time, he finally found the source of the smell - those paintings.

If a clever painting demon is activated, and the painting demon takes shape, he can feel it. For example, if a table is refined, Meng Ziyi can feel the texture of the table when he touches the painting, and if it is an animal, he can feel the fur of the animal.

This touch is related to the Taoism of the painting demon. The deeper the Taoism, the more real the feeling he touches.

Fang Yue stared at Meng Ziyi stubbornly, seeing that he was still the same as before, reaching out to touch the picture scroll, his heart burst into anger.

Since knowing the existence of Hualing, he has never been so presumptuous again, this person is, actually...

Meng Ziyi's expression changed slightly after he roughly swiped his palm across the scroll. This is……

Although the touch is not very clear, it is definitely not the touch of drawing paper. Truly a ghost.

Meng Ziyi's expression faltered, and he stroked it with his big hand again, this time not roughly, but carefully traced it with his fingertips, inch by inch.

Fang Yue's eyes widened in shock. This man was obviously blind, but at this moment, his fingertips accurately found the outline of the person in the painting.

Suddenly, I don't know what Meng Ziyi touched, his fingers trembled suddenly, as if he had been electrocuted, he quickly retracted it.

……people……

At the same time, an exasperated low shout suddenly came from the picture scroll: You are presumptuous!

In the house, Mr. Fang and Mrs. Fang were startled.

Mrs. Fang: Old, sir, what's your voice just now?

Master Fang: Someone, it's a woman's voice, my God, it came from the painting, this painting is weird...

Nan Xun in the painting blushed and roared in his heart, Ah, ah, little eight, look at this shameless man, where does he touch her! He actually touched her leg!

Xiao Ba replied in a low voice, The main reason is that you are too sensitive.

Meng Ziyi's expression has changed at this time, and he is cold and cold, Evil, how long do you want to hide, show me!

Mencius quickly drew a talisman on the palm of his hand with his fingers dipped in saliva, aimed at the person in the painting, and then grabbed it abruptly, as if entangling the person in the painting with an invisible rope. A person was drawn from the painting.

The woman in the veil fell to the ground, her black hair spread like a waterfall on the ground, soft and shiny, her fair legs were partially exposed and she quickly retracted it, hiding it under the veil.

The frightened woman suddenly raised her head, and the face that turned all beings upside down fell into the eyes of several people, causing them to take a deep breath.

Fang Yue looked at her fascinatedly. The painting spirit had been talking to him in the painting for the past few days. Her frown and smile in the painting had already fascinated him. Even more beautiful.

Very pretty.

Hearing the inhalation of several people, Meng Ziyi frowned slightly, but without any hesitation, he directly pulled out the Demon Slayer Sword from the scabbard.

Nan Xun almost spat out a mouthful of blood when he saw this, bastard, I don't have any demonic energy in me anymore, why do you still want to kill me!

Master! I'm not painting monsters, but painting spirits. Nan Xun said urgently.

Fang Yue also returned to his senses. Seeing the demon catcher pulling his sword, he blocked in front of Nan Xun without thinking, and said with a little anger: Meng Dashuai, Hualing has just developed her intelligence and has never harmed anyone, just During the few days she was with me, she also supervised my studies every day, and never did anything to harm me. How could the master kill people indiscriminately?

Yue'er, come here quickly! Madam Fang said angrily, She said she didn't harm you, but now you're just being confused by her!

Get out of the way. Mencius said coldly, and the hand holding the Demon Slayer Sword couldn't help loosening.

Nan Xun was so frightened when he saw the big boss's small movements, if he let go completely, the Demon Slayer would fly over by himself, even if Fang Yue blocked it, it would be useless.

Can the master give me a reason to kill me? Nan Xun stared at him and asked.

Mencius: Because you are a demon, you should be killed.

Nan Xun: I'm not a demon. If the master doesn't believe it, you can get close to it. If there is a demon in me, I'll let the master handle it.

Fang Yue nodded hurriedly: Master must not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Even if Hualing is a goblin, it is still a good goblin, not to mention that Hualing is not a demon.

Meng Ziyi paused, his hand holding the Demon Slayer Sword tightened a little, he suddenly picked up Fang Yue and pushed him aside, and then grabbed the woman on the ground. I don't know how he did it, but he grabbed the woman's wrist accurately.

Nan Xun let out a low cry, because of his rude tug, her long hair fell in an arc in the air, and as it fluttered, the faint scent of ink on her body became stronger and drifted to the man's nose.

Nan Xun hissed: You are gentle, it hurts me.

Hands were almost broken.

Her voice was soft and pleasant, and anyone who heard this sound would subconsciously feel pity for Xiangxiyu, but Meng Ziyi's hand was not loosened at all.

He suddenly moved his face closer, because he couldn't see, when he suddenly moved closer, his cold thin lips almost touched her pink lips.

Nan Xun didn't move, she stared at the other's face, not knowing what she was thinking.

Meng Ziyi took a breath and sniffed carefully.