Chapter 2471

Attached to the portrait, dyed white lips and corners were hooked if they didn't exist. She blinked at yinghuaixue very gently, but directly made yinghuaixue's whole body blood coagulate and cold, as if it were flowing back!

The person in the portrait,

Alive!

This is definitely not an illusion. Ying huaixue ignored it and was dominated by her inner fear and panic. She rushed over directly and tried to tear up the portrait.

But her action, in the eyes of others, is tantamount to stealing a bell.

obviously,

What she wanted to do didn't succeed.

Because there was a cold dagger, which quickly cut through the air, and there was a fierce wind everywhere. It wiped the shadow locust Snow's face, sharply scratched a blood mark, and finally nailed it straight on the round mahogany column.

The destructive power is unparalleled.

"Are you afraid?" Si Jin slowly opened his mouth. He walked step by step, still copying his pocket with one hand, like an aristocrat in the central European century, with an elegant sense of dignity every step.

The position where the slender boy stopped was very clever. He just turned sideways to block the portrait and all the actions that yinghuaixue might do next.

This sudden dagger was unexpected to everyone. After reaction, he only noticed the sharp sound of cutting through the air.

"I'll tell you about this later." looking at Si Jin's move close to the portrait, the young man in Tsing Yi didn't have any expression, but his eyes seemed to have a blue light, but when I saw it with Yu Guang, the fingertips of the figure in blood in the portrait seemed to move, stopped again, took back his sight and continued to talk to the shadow father.

Just now, Ying huaixue's action has confirmed his guilty heart, and there is no possible nature of any change.

It's settled.

The shadow father took a deep breath and knew that the scene was not a suitable place to talk, so he made a gesture to his men and ordered without hesitation: "put this man in the shadow home's dark prison first and deal with it later."

Shadow father now has too many things he doesn't understand. In his mind, it seems that all the lines are twisted into a lump and can't be sorted out.

Si Jin was very indifferent to the unspeakable look of the people around him. His slender white fingers fell on the portrait and moved leisurely. The white fingertips seemed to form the most sharp contrast with the color of the blood red clothes.

That kind of action, which was neither light nor heavy, suddenly stopped the figure in the portrait.

Very strange.

Dyed white. Now I want to go straight out.

Fortunately, Si Jin didn't continue to move. His white fingertips stayed on the fingers of the girl in red and covered them. It looked like holding hands

But because the teenager's side blocked the sight of others, no one noticed the scene.

I saw a handsome and tall man, dressed in a light white windbreaker, indifferent and dignified, polite. When the long eyelashes fall, the arc of thin lips is gentle and indifferent.

The demeanor and temperament are like the most perfect gentlemen and nobles.

Unfortunately,

The means of evil Qi seeing blood has nothing to do with gentlemen.

The young man in Tsing Yi was still talking to the shadow father, and a lazy voice sounded in his mind: "let him take it away."

The ghost paused, understood for a moment, and then continued to speak to the shadow father as if nothing had happened: "this painting... Is also contaminated with evil spirit, so it's not suitable to keep it. It's more appropriate to dispose of it. It's better to give it to Si Shao directly." the young man in Green said expressionless.

The shadow father nodded in fear, "OK, I understand."

Si Jin Ting squinted his eyes carelessly, raised his delicate eyebrows and eyes, looked at the young man in blue with unknown meaning, then slowly lifted his lips, rolled up the portrait slowly with slender white fingers, put it away, and his voice was very light: "don't bother the studio owner. I'll deal with this painting."

Shadow father is meaningless. After all... All his thoughts are focused on why.

Before the portrait was rolled up, ran Bai had come out of the portrait and regained control of her body. She looked down and looked at the figure of the slender young man. She paused for two seconds before she faintly took back her eyes. "I think the studio owner must have doubts. Go to the study."

The shadow father nodded and felt a splitting headache.

After all, today's scene... Not everyone can accept it.

This kind of thing,

It's simple to say. Dyed white said it half true and half false. He omitted all his past and fell clean.

This is more believable.

Even the shadow father believed it.

After all, I have to believe it.

In short,

That is, what outsiders do instead of the original owner for the sake of identity.

It is completely consistent with the speculation of dyeing white.

When ran Bai came out of the study, it was almost dusk, and the sun was like blood, reflecting half the sky red.

The sunset glow burns the clouds and is very colorful.

The young man in green and white clothes just walked out of the gate of the city Lord's residence. As soon as he lifted his eyes, his body stopped. Because a tall and young figure leaned lazily and indifferently against the wall, with one hand in his pocket and slightly rolled sleeves, revealing a porcelain white wrist and a light white windbreaker, the sense of abstinence became more intense, and there was half an evil atmosphere in the elegant and noble.

And now,

He looked at her with a smile on his side, holding a rolled up portrait in one hand.

I must have recognized it.

Otherwise, it can't be like that.

"Dye Xiaobai, is it fun?" Si Jin slowly approached and stopped in front of dye Bai. He looked down at the young figure in front of him. The sound line was low and pleasant, with a unique clean and crisp, like the ice and snow in early winter.

"How do you recognize me?" asked ranbai.

Si Jin lowered his eyes and glanced at her. His voice was very weak: "if I can't even recognize my girlfriend, how much failure should I be a boyfriend?"

Dyed white thought about it, too.

Si Jin lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on the pair of black gloves that the young man in green was still wearing.

Then he seemed to pull his lower lip, showing a slight arc of mockery.

Directly put his hand on the dyed white wrist, pulled off the black gloves and threw them aside.

Dye Bai picked her eyebrows and looked at him.

In the eyes of dyed white, Si Jin raised his eyes. He was very straight and strong, gently clasped his fingers with the girl, which was regarded as satisfaction. His voice was very light: "don't touch others casually. You can't wear gloves."

He opened his thin lips gently, but indifferently spit out a word, "dirty."

"So are you?" ran Bai narrowed her eyes. Under the sunset, everyone knows. It refers to whether she has touched anyone else.

Si Jin took a deep look at her. The twilight seemed to be crushed and embedded in his deep eyes. It was beautiful and dangerous. His tone was flat: "only you can touch me."

Dyed googlen, and the corners of his lips stirred up a cold and evil arc. He was very satisfied, "very good."

"Let's go." he looked noble. "Now that you've had a good time, you should remember to go home."