The warm and steaming water rustled in her ears, which was more obvious than the whispered words of the master, but every word the master said was heavily imprinted in her heart.

Lin Qianshuang's face was slightly melancholy, her heart clogged in her chest, and the smell of blood gushing from her throat, she was caught off guard and covered her mouth, black blood overflowed from her fingers, almost dripping into the misty pool.

Tianshujing saved her life, but the side effects also affected her all the time. The centuries-old power granted to her by Mu Weiyin kept her heart beating. Once applied, her Yang life would be depleted. Obviously, her eyesight was impaired. The invisibility technique has been applied for too long.

The heart twitched a little hard, making her breathing a little slow.

Lin Qianshuang closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The ups and downs of her emotions were also related to the premature wear and tear of her body. She had an inexplicable feeling for Master, both fear and affection that she had never wanted to admit.

Thinking of Han Shengyao, Xuan Luowan's face appeared in her mind one after another, Xiao Lanle's face that hurt her deeply, and Mu Weiyin who left without saying goodbye.

The faces of those people faintly overlapped in one place, but somehow they reminded her of the powerful person she had seen in her dream, which was clearly unfamiliar, but every inadvertent little movement of that person made her very familiar.

Lin Qianshuang silently watched Han Shengyao admire the painting. The water vapor in that room seemed to have aura, turning into a thick color ink into the girl’s smile, until the wicker chair was empty. She slowly got up and wiped her bubbling red body.

The joy of the wind chimes rang in her ears, and Lin Qianshuang walked back to the long corridor at a faster pace. There were new paintings with wet ink hanging in the air and whispering in the wind. She stretched out her hand to flatten the painting. There is no one in it, only the frantic meditation mantra written on it seems to dazzle her eyes.

Lin Qianshuang was startled and put the painting back. Behind her, Han Shengyao was staring at her quietly.

She turned around, and the two of them looked at her face to face from a short distance away. The Lord of the Demon Region looked at her as usual, as if the person who painted her portrait before was another person.

Han Shengyao said indifferently: "Are you optimistic?"

Lin Qianshuang's face turned a little embarrassed, and could not answer.

One of the paintings was lost in Lin Qianshuang's arms. Judging from the wetness and dryness of the paper, it was the one painted by the master just now in front of her. She stretched out her hand to catch the spread, with a slightly surprised expression on her face.

In the painting, the mountains collapsed, and the blood of the dead low-level gods condensed into a densely packed tree. From the dry soil, it burst into a short, luxuriant and ferocious blood tree, which was embraced by a beautiful woman with strange and graceful horns. Lying on the ground with the tree stalks asleep, the quiet and peaceful surrounding her is incompatible with the cruel blood on the ground. The icy flowers of the chaotic water condensed into a net, entwining her with the blood tree.

The crystal-clear ice flowers scattered on the ground in the painting seem harmless, but they are like a formation.

Lin Qianshuang looked at it with interest for a while, and the corners of her mouth curled. The girl in this painting looks a bit like her, or the Sister Bai Yueguang she represents, but this painting is too ridiculous, just like adding Like the high-P picture with a four-fold filter, her ordinary appearance and posture are as high as a **** in the painting, and the temperament is inviolable, and she feels ashamed to look at it.

Han Shengyao's voice was faintly covered with water mist, with indescribable emotions, she stared at Lin Qianshuang's face for a few seconds, and said: "I still want you to rest for a night before doing it. I plan to, since it is so idle, then follow up and show you something."

"That's what I got from the city lord of Tianshu. After you look at it, you will understand."

Lin Qianshuang followed Han Shengyao to a closed dark room. When she passed the storage shelf, a round bead lighted up quietly, making her a little curious to stop, and looked at the bead a few times.

Han Shengyao took her actions in his eyes, and stayed at her Dantian position for a while, "This soul gathering pearl went round and round, and returned to this seat. The City Lord, who has always been careful and careful, can actually do it for you. Do this, Shuang'er, you..."

The face in front of him is complex and changeable, gradually transforming from jealousy into compassion and pity.

"Fine."

Han Shengyao laughed at herself, "It was originally my fault, what does it have to do with you."

Those purple eyes stared at her deeply, as if they wanted to see through her seven souls and six souls, but fortunately, after only a while, that compelling gaze was moved away.

The hair on her shoulders was still wet with water. Lin Qianshuang was slowly drying with the spell. Her mood was not fluctuating, but her heart was beating wildly. Master’s eyes looked like the one in a dream who treated her lightly. People gave her an invisible sense of oppression and shame, forcing her to run away in fear.

When there was nothing in the inner room, Lin Qianshuang was about to ask where the thing was. Suddenly the door behind her closed, her eyes plunged into darkness. Before she could adapt to the changes in light and shade, her arms were bent and squeezed to her chest. before.

"Don't move, don't disturb the contents of the house."

The hot breath spread on her cheeks, her waist was wrapped around her elbow, Lin Qianshuang was slightly taken aback, and she saw fireflies flying from nowhere, only emitting blue light, and stopped at the end of her hair. After a while, he flew away with a fan.