Chapter 1376

The eyes were indifferent and filled with a deep sense of strangeness.

The bottom of cloud painting's heart trembled gently for no reason and retreated consciously.

This is the first time she has seen the master's eyes.

Siyuan morni stared at Xia Qingchen: "childe Xia, you should pay compensation for harming others."

Xia Qingchen asked calmly, "what compensation do you want?"

Siyuan morni's eyes were deep and became more unfathomable: "the painting of the God King is priceless. Your whole body is not enough to compensate."

The implication is to take Xia Qingchen's life.

"If you ruined the painting, you should pay for it." Siyonmani tapped his fingers on the table, and his face looked even more strange in the smoke of the letter.

A trace of the power of the moon spread slowly when his fingers moved.

She's going to do it!

Xia Qingchen's hair stood up again, and even his skin trembled uncontrollably.

A sudden crisis of life and death shrouded the light dust of summer.

Across the table, he didn't even have time to escape, let alone his means?

Siyuan morni won't give him any chance to fight back!

A letter suddenly dragged Xia Qingchen into the abyss of danger!

Feeling the more and more obvious killing intention of Xiyuan morni, Xia Qingchen thought about it.

Suddenly, his heart moved and said frankly, "to tell you the truth, your painting is a fake painting. The real painting of the God King has always been in my hand."

Yunhua's heart covers her heart. She thinks Xia Qingchen's way to get rid of the master's killing intention is to clarify herself.

It never occurred to me that such words should be spoken.

How can the painting of the God King be false?

It was Xiyuan morni, who was obviously stunned. Her eyes were faint: "are you easy to cheat when you are a poor nun?"

Xia Qingchen said faintly, "is it necessary to cheat you? It was the Lord of the deep who killed me with a fake painting. I don't know how the tomb keeper would feel if he knew. "

It's true that the law of the jungle in Linlang Island, but not everyone can kill indiscriminately, right?

Besides, it's better to kill a man who just got the lunate pulp.

If there is no reason, there is a suspicion of killing and seizing the marrow of the moon, which is contrary to the rules of the eagle Association.

Siyuan morni turned his eyes slightly: "I believe you for the time being, where is the real painting?"

The power of the moon released by her temporarily converged.

Xia Qingchen said, "the real painting is naturally in my house. However, which fake painting is this? I need to refer to it in detail. After all, there are many paintings of my God King."

Siyuan morni looked at Xia Qingchen deeply and threw the picture scroll to Xia Qingchen.

Xia Qingchen looked at it and remembered it carefully. This is the painting he left after killing 99 demons in a row.

The sword on the painting is his sword of killing demons - Heavenly punishment.

As for the dark, suffocating and disturbing mountains in the distance, they symbolize the demon God.

"Good and evil oppose each other and fight for life." Xia Qingchen whispered the words he had left in those years. He only felt that the years were in a hurry, and infinite sadness was born in his heart.

"I... well, the God King was young and had the blood of pulling out his sword to cut evil demons."

"Our cultivation, uphold justice, and point to the demons. Why cherish this body!"

Yunhua's heart was secretly surprised. Xia Qingchen's feeling was the same as that of the master. They all saw the intention of the God King to destroy demons and righten.

Siyuan morni's eyes changed a little, and his fierce eyes decreased a little.

However, the killing has not been changed.

"You said it was a fake painting?" Siyuan mani road.

Xia Qingchen nodded: "real painting, wait a moment. I'll take it from the secret cabinet in the house."

After saying that, he walked away. Siyuan morni thought for a while and allowed him to return to the house.

Once in the house, Xia Qingchen's eyes became calm.

He put together the stone tables in the house, then took out a blank picture scroll and drew on it with a pen!

Siyuan morni wants an authentic work. It's very simple. Draw one for him!

Xia Qingchen can draw as many as he wants.

Shua Shua——

Xia Qingchen recalled that when he was young and hot-blooded, he picked up his pen to draw and repainted the original work at one go.

After a cup of tea.

He took back his pen, picked up the scroll, blew gently and dried the ink.

"Young master Xia, why is your real painting so difficult to get?" The cold voice of Siyuan morni floated.

Xia Qingchen answered the voice, rolled the picture, returned to the stone table and put it on the table: "the real picture is here."

In this regard, Siyuan morni just glanced at the picture scroll and did not open it.

She doesn't believe that Xia Qingchen can take out the so-called real painting.

Because the broken painting in her hand is an authentic work.

It's not how clever the painting is, but the pride contained in the painting, which is by no means owned by ordinary people.

Only those who truly eliminate gods and Demons and cherish the justice of the world can write.

This painting should be the authentic work of the king of dust-free.

As for Xia Qingchen's so-called "true painting", it is just a humble opportunity for him to survive.

"Childe Xia, if your painting is a little fake, you will die without regret, right?" Siyuan mani road.

Xia Qingchen said, "if my painting is true, what should the Lord of the abyss do?"

Siyuan mani said, "if you really draw, you will be wronged by the old man. He will not only promise you the painting heart, but also give you some resources."

Can the resources given by the Lord of the abyss be ordinary?

"OK." Xia Qingchen said, "the painting is true or false. The yuan Lord is confident to judge."

With a few sneers, Siyuan morni unfolded the picture.

A magnificent picture of ancient swords pressing demons came into view.

Cloud painting was stunned: "this... Is really the same!"

She looked a tiny bit as like as two peas in the sky. But for painting, it was a bit alike.

Siyuan morni's calm face also changed from contempt to surprise and finally to confusion.

Because two paintings are as like as two peas!

She picked up the picture scroll and tasted it carefully. This taste is the whole tea time, which is longer than Xia Qingchen's painting.

"Why is the paper so new and the ink seems to be new, not like antiques." Siyonmani still saw a sign.

Xia Qingchen was ready and said, "isn't the fake painting you picked up new?"

Because it was made by the gods, there are divine remains in the scroll, which can make most of the scroll as new as ever.

This does not distinguish between real paintings and fake paintings.

Siyuan morni was a little unwilling. She tasted it carefully again. Another cup of tea passed. She put down the picture scroll and sat down again. Her face was full of calm thinking.

As like as two peas, she looked at the two paintings, which were identical in appearance but contained a little difference in their will.

"What I have in my hand is more heroic and indomitable. As you said, it may be done by the young king of God."

"But the one you took out is less vigorous and more majestic, unlike what the king of God did."

Xia Qingchen sighs secretly that ginger is still old and spicy.

Although the painting is the same, she can still detect the mood of the painter.

The original painting was indeed painted by Xia Qingchen when he was a teenager.