"Well." Luo Qingtong nodded.

Is Kaiyuan a secret place?

She won't miss such a good chance!

As for Shi Qingqing and others, she did not pay attention.

Luo Qingtong and song Cheng talked about the defect of his inscription pattern.

The latter, like a treasure, rushed to experiment.

Before leaving, she left a book for Luo Qingtong, which is said to have recorded the lines of the inscriptions he has studied over the years. Let her have nothing to worry about. Don't disturb him during this time.

Luo clear pupil heart a burst of speechless, take that a book to go back.

The next period of time, luoqingtong nothing on the study of Ming lines.

Song Cheng gave her the book, which she soon understood.

It has to be said that song Cheng's learning is very scattered.

In the lines of the inscriptions he studied, there was a mess of everything.

These are all the disadvantages of self-study without systematic introduction.

But it's good for luoqingtong.

She's just about to learn the inscriptions on utensils and people.

In the book given by song Cheng, there happened to be a lot of these basic knowledge.

After spending a little time getting familiar with the inscriptions inside, Luo Qingtong quickly mastered the basic method of inscriptions on utensils and people.

"Hum!"

In the dormitory of the junior class, Luo Qingtong raises his hand and draws a pattern similar to the meridian diagram of human body in the air.

"Take off the cloth you're wrapped in." Luo Qingtong looks at Sima Jue standing beside him.

The latter took off his clothes directly, and then took off the cloth strips wrapped around him, revealing the dark, ink like skin inside.

Those black breath in his body around the accumulation, like living creatures in general, spread everywhere, spread.

The air is filled with the smell of countless toxins.

Just smelling these smells is enough to kill a warrior when he steps into this room!

"Shua!"

When the cloth wrapped around Sima Jue faded, the inscription pattern in Luo Qingtong's hand suddenly pushed forward.

Shua's, that inscription pattern then suddenly twinkles the golden light, along Luo Qingtong for Sima Jue's drawing of human meridian vein, into his four limbs.

Just for a moment, Sima Jue's black breath faded like the tide.

Shua Shua!

His whole body is as thick as black ink, with that inscription pattern embedded in it as the center of the circle, it shrinks violently.

In a flash, the young man's limbs were black and white again.

The young man's face was delicate, gloomy and dazzling like an elf.

The eyelashes were long and thick, and the skin was as white as cream.

Because he had not seen the sun for many years and was wrapped in the cloth, Sima Jue's skin was so white that he didn't have any blood color. At first glance, like a wax statue, he was so delicate and beautiful that he didn't look like an ordinary man.

"My God! What's the big change? " Little overlord yuan looked at all this in shock.

Fuck! If you let the boss press a mark, it will be like this. He is willing to!

Is this still Sima Jue who looks like a mouse?

When did the cursed illegitimate son of Sima family become so dazzling?

The little overlord of Yuan Dynasty stares straight eyes, and almost jumps out at the moment when Sima Jue's body of ten thousand poisons converges.

"Boss, give me a poke, too! I want to be like this, too! " He cried.

His response was a slap in the forehead.