580. Chapter 580 I am not good at this. Well, you are not good
Then, the old man Feng felt a very uncomfortable force coming from his hands and quickly spreading throughout his whole body.
The next second, in front of everyone, he began to laugh disrespectfully. While laughing, he jumped up to the roof. With his laughter, he took off his clothes one by one, completely unable to restrain himself.
live,
"Hahaha, my God---!"
"Hahahahaha, come on, stop me!"
"Hahahahahaha, what the hell is this!"
"Hahaha! Fengqi!"
I saw that the old man of the Feng family not only took off his clothes, but also put his hand on the ground with the painted palm and began to dance "joyfully".
The picture was so beautiful that they didn't dare to look at it.
"Go up and stop Dad!"
The first person to react was Feng Linghan. He quickly jumped up and tried to hug Old Man Feng, but Old Man Feng was of a higher level than Feng Linghan. He wanted to dance. How could Feng Linghan do it alone?
It's blocked.
The Feng family below were stunned for another two seconds before they reacted. Then they quickly jumped onto the roof and all pressed against Old Man Feng, like hungry wolves pounced on food.
But Feng Qi below was still fighting tenaciously with the painting.
Rong Xiyue raised her hands. She was extremely innocent in this scene. She had no idea what was happening. That strange brush belonged to this cool young man Feng Qi, but it was a prisoner.
He firmly absorbed his ID Jiuding Refining Furnace.
this…..
"What on earth is going on?" Rong Xiyue couldn't help but ask, extremely confused about the current situation.
She couldn't help but turn her gaze to Chu Wenyu, her phoenix eyes were sparkling with water, and when she saw Chu Wenyu's eyes, it became a faint temptation.
While he was wondering where the missing Chi Yao had gone, Chu Wenyu, who was searching everywhere, paused when he sensed Rong Xiyue's gaze that brought irresistible temptation to his eyes.
Walking forward, he glanced at the figure on the Jiuding refining furnace that was firmly attached to Rong Xiyue's waist. He frowned, stretched out his hand, and directly picked up the figure.
Feng Qi tried his best to capture the painting, so Old Feng started to take off his clothes and dance. When he met Chu Wenyu's hand, he stopped crying.
The entire brush seemed to be wilted and could no longer move, and the power adsorbed on the Jiuding refining furnace was as if it had never been there before.
Seeing Chu Wenyu's right hand holding the brush in disgust, Feng Qi, who was blushing, looked at him blankly. The young man's cool little face was very delicate and good-looking, no worse than Rong Xiyue.
When he looked at Chu Wenyu with that confused look, Rong Xiyue on the side saw the seduction between the lightning and flint, and immediately put his arm on Chu Wenyu's shoulder, expressing his ownership.
As soon as Chu Wenyu lowered his head, he saw the same little look on Rong Xiyue's face that occupied him, and his heart softened. The expression on his face was so soft that it could drip water.
When Feng Qi saw this and saw the posture of October Rong in front of him, his face turned red involuntarily.
He retracted his hand, his face was straight, and he said in a very cool voice,
"I don't like this." After saying that, he glanced at the ten-year-old face in front of him with a contemptuous look, and then at the mysterious and fiery man in red.
"Well, you're not good, I'm good!"
Rong Xiyue nodded with a smile, and was in a good mood. Even Chu Wenyu, who should have turned dark after hearing Rong Xiyue's words, had a smile on his face.
Huaying stayed in Chu Wenyu's hand obediently, not daring to move, but Feng Qi, who was heart to heart with Huaying, could feel the trembling in Huaying's heart, which was a kind of fear of the superior.
Why is this painting so afraid of the man in red?
Feng Qi then carefully looked at the man in red in front of him.
Red clothes, red hair, bloody eyes, clean and neat, but everything is red, even his personality is red.
Looking at the majestic broadsword behind him, I remembered that on the night of the meeting of the seven major families in Rongcheng City above the Clouds, there was also a man bathed in flames, bathed in the extremely gorgeous red lotus flames.
I vaguely remember that the man was also dressed in red and had red hair. Although I couldn't see his face clearly, but now when I gradually put the memories of that night together with the man in red in front of me, I found that they were strikingly similar.
Feng Qi's eyes flashed,
"My painting is too naughty, I'm bothering Mr. Chu." He stretched out his hand towards Chu Wenyu, and had some guesses in his heart. By the way, he glanced at the young man in green shirt with crescent eyes who was smiling.
"You should take care of your things and don't mess around." Chu Wenyu's voice was low and mellow, and the pressure of the natural emperor came with it. Even a simple sentence made Feng Qi feel heavy.
When he took the picture, he said nothing.
And the painted shadow, since it touched Chu Wenyu, became like a dead thing, no longer moving or crying, just like an ordinary paintbrush.
What is the origin of this painting? Who does the mutilated soul of the woman in the painting belong to?
Feng Qi was puzzled.
"This painting..." What surprised Rong Xiyue was that Rong Chimo in the Jiuding Refining Furnace actually said some doubts. There was a rare doubt in the lazy voice of her ancestor.
"What's wrong?"
Rong Xiyue paused in her smile and replied to her ancestor from the bottom of her heart.
"The aura of this painting is very, very familiar." Rong Chimo paused and spoke out his inner feelings. Within a short time of entering the little Jiuding, the soul that belonged to him inside had gradually become the same as the one in it.
He merged with them, and those somewhat missing memory fragments were gradually restored.
He woke up when the painting attached to him just now. There was a soul attached to the spiritual weapon hidden in the painting, just like him, and it was as incomplete as him.
When the remnant soul cried, his heart actually trembled with resonance.
The feeling of familiarity comes naturally.
"Old friend?" Rong Xiyue guessed that Huaying cried when he saw the Jiuding refining furnace. Is it an old friend of Rong Chimo's in the past? However, why did the Jiuding refining furnace cry when he saw it before?
"I don't know, I can't feel it, I can't remember it," Rong Chimo paused. Apparently this ancestor was also lazy and didn't want to think too much. After hearing Rong Xiyue's thoughts, he smiled, "Because little
Nine, excited and scared, excited because of me, scared because it seems that you have restrained me."
Rong Xiyue glanced at the strange paintbrush that was hung again on Feng Qi's waist, and a strange assumption appeared in her mind.
"Could this painted shadow be a soul separated from Qingliu?"
When I saw Rong Chimo, I couldn't help but think of the infatuated and paranoid Princess Qingliu.