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"What?!"

Hearing Jiang Chen's words, Wang Xiaoya couldn't help but feel surprised and said, and then she felt an unbearable nausea: "Disn't work, I'm going to vomit!"

"hey-hey."

Jiang Chen laughed strangely: "From then on, Yang Yuhuan lived in this painting, and the painting was her, she was the painting. After that, Xuanzong would occasionally meet Yang Yuhuan in the painting, so there was a legend that "the palace of Changsheng on July 7th, and no one whispered in the middle of the night."

After a slight pause, he continued: "After that, a large number of envoys sent to Tang back to Japan, I think someone must have stole this painting from Xuanzong's hands. Since then, Japan has been closed to the country, and Xuanzong and Yang Yuhuan have never met again. The emperor will eventually die on the other side of the sea, but Yang Yuhuan and her love are forever imprisoned in this painting. After so many years, this painting can now be regarded as a monster."

"ah?!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoya couldn't help but take a step back. Now she is just an ordinary girl after all. When facing the legendary demons, she will naturally subconsciously feel inexplicable fear.

"Don't be afraid."

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Although this painting is evil, it will not hurt you women at all. However, if it were a man, it would be interesting."

"Interesting? What's the interesting way?"

Wang Xiaoya suddenly became interested and asked quickly: "Can this painting still eat people?"

"This time I'm going to tell you right."

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "This painting eats people's energy and spirit, which makes people fall into the illusion in the painting and cannot extricate themselves. At the beginning, it can barely maintain people's vitality, but as time goes by, people's energy and spirit continue to pass, becoming weaker and weaker, and eventually die of weakness."

Wang Xiaoya asked, "What about the owner of this painting before?"

"You mean the one I threw in the trash can on the roadside?"

Jiang Chen smiled and replied: "Calculate the time, he should wake up too. Hey, he lost such an important thing. I believe he will find it soon. Well, he is here."

"Where are my paintings?"

Just as Jiang Chen finished speaking, a sloppy young man pushed the door open and entered. He looked like an African refugee. His eyes were staring at Jiang Chen, or in other words, staring at the ancient painting in Jiang Chen's hand, and kept muttering: "Snatch it back, grab the painting back." As he muttered, he saw that a bit of fierce light had already been revealed on his face, and he was about to take action as he saw it.

"Wu Ming?!"

At this moment, Wang Xiaoya spoke in disbelief. She looked at the sloppy young man in front of her, who looked like an African refugee, with an incredible look on her face: "How could it be you? Didn't you study abroad and go to Japan? I am your classmate Wang Xiaoya! What's wrong with you? Why did you do this?"

"Snatch it back, grab the painting back"

However, at this moment, Wu Ming obviously didn't care about his old classmates' concern. He just stared at Jiang Chen, then rushed forward and pointed directly at the ancient painting in Jiang Chen's hand.

"Ghostly obsessed!"

Seeing this, Jiang Chen immediately snorted coldly, and then, he didn't see any action. Wu Ming, who was flying towards him, was already three feet away from him, and was imprisoned by an invisible and qualitative force.

"Give me the painting back!"

Without caring about his current situation, Wu Ming kept flying forward and shouted with a hideous voice: "Damn the demon, hurry up and return the painting to me?"

"magician?!"

Hearing this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but look dark. What kind of person is he? The super master of Hunyuan Daluo Realm, no matter which world he is placed in, is a powerful existence that is enough to rank at the peak. When have he been scolded like this? However, the person in front of him is just an ordinary person. In front of him, the weak are inferior to the ants. Naturally, he will not be petty with the other party. However, he couldn't help but sneer: "Ordinary people whose eyes are covered by desire are really pitiful and hateful."

Wang Xiaoya hurriedly came over and asked with some concern, "Mr. Jiang, what's wrong with him?"

"He was fascinated by this painting."

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Or it was fascinated by Yang Guifei in this painting. Moreover, it seems that the time has not been short. Not only has he lost his soul, but his mind has begun to lose."

"What will happen to him?"

"Remember what I told you before?"

Jiang Chen responded calmly: "His essence will be sucked away by this painting bit by bit. At the beginning, it can maintain his normal physiological needs, but it won't take long to stay in the world of this painting and will never come out, and his body will die."

"Will you die?!"

Wang Xiaoya hurriedly pleaded: "Mr. Jiang, I beg you to save him. I know you are not an ordinary person. With your vast supernatural powers, you can definitely save him, right?"

"What about this?"

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "It's not too difficult to save him. Just enter the painting and retrieve his lost soul. However, if you want to cure it, you have to deal with this painting."

"What should I do except this painting?"

“Burning.”

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "This painting has indescribable magic. No man will be reluctant to burn it, but you women are different. Later, I will enter the world of painting. You will ignite the painting in a quarter of an hour. Remember, it is a quarter of an hour, that is, fifteen minutes. Don't mess up the time."

"oh."

Wang Xiaoya took out a lighter with some anxiety, but saw a ripples in front of her. Then, Jiang Chen had disappeared from the spot.

The pavilions and towers are unparalleled, with delicacies and sea flavors, and the jade dew and nectar, which is dazzling. When I see Jiang Chen again, I am already in the magnificent world of painting.

For others, if you want to enter such a world of painting, you must be limited by the rules of the world of painting. The soul must leave the body, but the body cannot enter. However, Jiang Chen is different. For beings like him, the transformation of reality and reality is all in a single thought, so he can completely avoid being affected by the rules of the world in this painting.

"Sanlang, is it you?"

Standing in the palace of wealth, soon, a beautiful and unparalleled woman in the palace dress moved her lightly: "You are finally back, do you know that I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Yeah?"

With a salty and light response, Jiang Chen sat sideways at a table full of delicious wine, looking at the table, the golden cups and the delicious wines on it, perhaps it was an irresistible temptation for others, but in his opinion, it was just a pile of paper ashes, how could he be interested?

"Sanlang, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy? Why not drink a drink? As the saying goes, when you get drunk, you can forget all your worries."

Seeing Jiang Chen's indifferent look at him, Yang Guifei immediately stretched out her jade hand, picked up the jade pot, poured the wine in the pot into a jade cup, and handed it to Jiang Chen: "Sanlang, please drink this cup full."

"I have a bad stomach recently and am quitting drinking."

The wine in the cup seemed to be a ecstasy pill, and it was added with Yang Guifei's bone meal. Although Jiang Chen had drunk milk powder before, he obviously didn't dare to be interested in high-end drinks such as bone meal. He immediately found a very bad reason and rejected Yang Guifei's toast.

"The stomach is not good, hehe, Saburo, you are really good at joking!"

Obviously, Yang Guifei didn't believe in the crappy reason that Jiang Chen told me casually. She gently shook the jade cup in her hand, and the wine rippled and emitting a blurred light, full of temptation.

"hey-hey"

With a dry laugh, Jiang Chen took the wine glass in his hand, sniffed it gently on the tip of his nose, and suddenly felt endless charm. If it were ordinary people, it would be difficult to resist it, but after all, he was not an ordinary person. His heart was stable and he did not shake at all. As soon as he changed his hand, he had already put down the wine glass in his hand and said, "I want to watch you dance more than drinking."
Chapter completed!