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Chapter 279 The Man in the Painting

"that time..."

The murderous beggar looked at the crescent moon in the sky with a faint look. He did not answer the martial artist's question.

"For the sake of the common people, and to seek an explanation for all living beings in the world, I traveled north from the south of the Dacheng Dynasty, hit the palace, and smashed the dog emperor's head with a stick."

As he said that, the old man smiled.

"I thought he was the cause of the disaster."

"But unfortunately, at that moment, I saw the truth."

The murderous beggar stood up and stretched his muscles.

"How did you feel when you first discovered the truth, Xiaotian?"

"At that time, I just felt that after all the hard work I had done, my blood was almost drained, and in the end..."

"Peace in the Dacheng Dynasty?"

"When I discovered that they were false, these things no longer counted as human beings in my eyes."

"Even myself is just a slightly bigger bubble!"

"I work so hard for illusory things, hahahahahaha..."

The murderer beggar smiled boldly.

"But..." A dirty hand put on the martial artist's shoulder, and the old man's eyes were like daggers, "Now I understand."

"Even though everything is illusion."

"But only emotion is eternal."

"Master." The figure in white clothes looked up at the sky, "If you could understand it earlier..."

"Would this world be much better than it is now?"

"That's impossible." The murderous beggar shook his head and pointed at the crescent moon. "Under its control, I can only see one-sided truth."

"It's a game, boy."

"Back then, in order to deal with the Smiling Tiger and the Weihai Siren, it could only give birth to monsters like me."

"All it needs is a handy weapon, how can I see it completely..."

The killer beggar's pupils dilated.

The master and apprentice both looked at the night sky with serious eyes.

"There's something wrong with it?"

...

Villof sea area.

"madman!"

Lore, who didn't understand why, cursed.

The Bishop of Sin Mountain finally stopped laughing: "A sharp arrow shot into the eye of God."

He explained this way, but Lore still didn't understand what he meant.

The Bishop of Sin Mountain could only grin.

I can only say this much.

If it goes deeper, the mermaid won’t remember it.

Why waste your breath?

"It's not safe here."

Buzz!

He waved his hand casually, and a portal slowly emerged with an evil aura.

"Change to a safer location."

He supported Luo Er, and the two of them escaped into the portal.

Subsequently,

The purple-black door turned into a point of light and disappeared.

And at this time,

A silver afterimage came to the island where the door disappeared.

"We are too late, Philodo."

The bronze-skinned man rubbed the head of the silver wolf on his crotch.

Roar!

The giant wolf let out a low roar, as if responding to the man's words.

"After hundreds of years, you are back."

The man stretched out his hand and held up a spot of light, his face looking thoughtful.

call!

The moment his palm touched the purple-black light rain, densely packed rune tattoos suddenly appeared on the man's skin.

Subsequently,

A green power full of vitality completely annihilated the light of the portal.

"Devil in human skin!"

The man shook his hands in disgust.

"His appearance must have some purpose."

"Just like that time, he and his followers suddenly appeared in the mountains where we live, and built evil altars with flesh and soul to awaken the dark existence in the mountains."

"What do you think? Philodo."

Woo!

The giant silver-haired wolf whimpered.

...

A long and narrow gallery.

"hahahahahahahahahahaha......"

At the end of the gallery, a man holding a drawing board let out a high-pitched laugh as if he was losing his mind.

He looked at the painting at the end of the corridor and laughed to tears.

[Ofikoli’s seventy-sixth handed down painting,]

【"Self-portrait of Ofikoli".】

The most eye-catching position on the painting paper is written with the signature left by the person who painted it.

The man holding the drawing board raised his hand, and then he saw the person on the drawing paper raising his arm simultaneously with him.

"It turns out that I just..." He laughed until his voice became hoarse, "a painting..."

"I am the person in the painting, hehehehehehehahaha..."

He rushed forward quickly and was about to tear up the drawing paper.

"Don't be impulsive, Ricofio!"

The companions surrounding him quickly stopped him.

"Don't you want to live anymore?"

Someone yelled loudly.

But he only received Ricofio's sneer and indifferent eyes.

"Ricofio."

An old man carrying a hiking bag and holding a sheepskin map squeezed up from behind the crowd.

"Kid, calm down."

"Professor." The old man's words seemed to have a magical power that was enough to soothe people's hearts. Ricofio stopped struggling. He just looked at the old man with a trembling voice, "I was wrong. I really shouldn't have ignored your advice and insisted on exploring.

One’s own life experience.”

"I was wrong."

"Let me die! Please."

"My child." The old man hugged Ricofio and patted his back gently, "What if you are the person in the painting?"

"Your past experiences and memories are indeed fictitious, but now, we are with you."

"We are your companions, Ricofio, and we will help you."

"Everyone's mutual help over the years is not fake. Our friendship is as hard as stone. With us by your side, we will help you solve all your problems."

...

at the same time,

The painter in The Witch and the City of Alchemy got up from the ground.

"Hiss!" Ofikori looked down at the bloody hole in his chest with a helpless expression on his face, "What a cruel attack."

He drew a mass of flesh and blood on the drawing paper, and then a squirming mass of flesh jumped out of the drawing paper.

Ofikori grabbed the piece of meat and stuffed it into his heart, and the wound slowly recovered.

Sudden,

He turned his head suddenly, looking straight in one direction, with an awkward smile on his face.

"Oops, I discovered it!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

The portrait that was thousands of miles away suddenly flew up, floated out of the gallery, and flew high into the sky.

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A clean and tidy metropolis.

In an alley.

"Uh huh huh huh."

"It's my idea!"

Humming a light tone leisurely, the mature and charming woman pulled off the beard sticking to the corner of her lips.

Chewing bubble gum, the woman blew up a big pale pink bubble with her mouth bulging.

Snapped!

The growing bubbles were finally blown. The woman lowered her head and looked at the few miscellaneous fish lying on the ground.

"Playing this in front of me?"

After looting the fainted men, the woman looked at what was in her white palm.

It was a green gem full of cracks.

"Confiscated!"

She raised her head and announced loudly.

Walking out of the alley, the woman was about to take advantage of the red light to go to the other side of the road when she heard a childish accusation coming from behind her.

"Auntie, you were stealing other people's things just now!"

The child, less than one meter tall, was holding a wave candy in one hand and pointing at the woman's back with the other.

"Aunt?"

Upon hearing this title, the woman was stunned, and then veins quickly popped up on her forehead.

She blinked her big eyes and tried hard to suppress the urge to beat up the kid in front of her.

"Come on, you brat." The woman tried her best to make her voice gentler, holding the gem tightly in her palms, and a green light flashed quietly, "Sister, I'll do a magic trick for you."

"look!"

She picked up the wave candy in the child's hand.

then,

Under the watch of the child, the number of wave candies changed from one to two.

Then three, four, five...

"Damn you kid." The woman stuffed a lot of candy canes back into the child's hands, "Is the magic good?"

While the child was looking at the wave candy with stars in his eyes, the woman slipped away quietly without anyone noticing.

Tear it apart!

She tore open the wrapper of the only bubble gum left in her hand, spat the bubble gum into the trash can, and threw away the pile of green gravel powder in her palm.

"So sweet!"

With wave candy in her mouth, the woman disappeared at the end of the road.


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