The black belly is too fierce

Chapter 1006 The woman in the painting

Taking advantage of the darkness, Su Moliang quietly entered the study room, a small fire gushed out from his fingertips, illuminating the path in front of him, and searched quickly.

This imperial study room is very large, and there is a hall outside. There are only some simple bonsai and ornaments, but it looks a bit simple. The room on the left is filled with many tables, chairs and benches. Search for anything related to the antidote.

Su Moliang had no choice but to give up and groped towards the room on the right.

The room on the right is much more refined than the previous room. In addition to displaying a lot of tables and chairs, there are also some valuable calligraphy and paintings on the walls.There are also some potted plants and precious treasures of different shapes on both sides of the tables and chairs.Although the furnishing is simple, it does not lose luxury.

Walking inside, Su Moliang saw that right in front of it was a royal case made of marble. On the royal case were several precious inkstones and pen holders. In addition, there were some other things scattered here and there. The distance was far, Su Moliang couldn't see clearly, so he walked forward quickly.

It's just that she stepped on a pile of paper balls before she reached the imperial case.

She paused, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, and then bent over to pick up a ball of paper at random.

The paper balls were crumpled, as if using great strength, it could be seen that Fen Tianjun must be in a particularly bad mood at that time, so he vented his anger on these paper balls.

But as far as Su Moliang knew, Feng Moxie was a deep person who was good at hiding and restraining his emotions.

I really don't know what made him so manic, it was the ball of paper thrown all over the floor.

Thinking about it, Su Moliang curiously unfolded the ball of paper to see what happened.

Just looking at it, Su Moliang's eyes widened in shock, and a strange emotion suddenly surged in his heart.

There was a drawing on the paper of a woman in a snow-white long dress. Although there was only a back view and no face could be seen, her graceful figure and long jet-black hair, under the quiet and pleasant moonlit night, seemed to be pouring down in a mountain stream. A waterfall cascaded down, shining with a dazzling silver light, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

She stood under the pear tree, and the pure white pear blossoms were blown by the night wind, floating on her body, as if embroidering her snow-white skirt with dots of white flowers, in the moonlight, hazy, like a dream Like magic, the scenery is beautiful and beautiful!

I don't know why, seeing such a beautiful and unreal figure from the back, Su Moliang felt very familiar, as if - as if he had seen it somewhere before!

Realizing this, she was shocked, and hurriedly lowered her head to pick up other balls of paper on the ground, and unfolded them one by one.

At this moment, Su Moliang's expression changed drastically in fright, and he covered his mouth in horror like five thunderbolts.

On another piece of drawing paper, she actually painted herself! ! !

She was dressed in a white dress, alone, holding a dragon piano, sitting on the vast battlefield, facing thousands of troops, with silver icy eyes, cold and coquettish.

She played the piano with ten fingers, and her blue hair fluttered with the wind. Under her control, ten silver dragons circled and danced in the sky, causing the world to change color——

Longqin!

It turned out to be her dragon piano!
Those ten silver dragons in the sky are not afterimages, but real dragons!

Seeing this scene, Su Moliang seemed to have been hit by a thunderbolt from the blue sky, his blood coagulated and his whole body went numb with fright.

But there was one thing she couldn't figure out.

Her current ability to control the dragon piano has only reached the second level, the level of condensing ice thorns, and she can't even summon the afterimage of the dragon, let alone summon the real dragon.

And the silver dragon in the painting in front of him is clearly a real dragon.

Su Moliang knew very well that in order to reach the realm of summoning a real dragon, at least he had to practice the Nine Heavens of Ice Sacrifice to the ninth level.

And now she is not qualified at all, and does not have the strength to summon ten silver dragons, so, where did Feng Moxie come from in this scene that has never appeared before?

Did he imagine it out of thin air?

No, not imagination!

You must know that the Ice Sacrifice to the Nine Heavens is a secret technique. Even the superpower passed down to her who has fallen for hundreds of years has never summoned a real dragon, nor has she ever seen a real dragon appear. Such a thrilling scene, Feng Mo How did the evil know?
He also knew such details, as if he had seen it with his own eyes!It's incredible!

and many more!

Those silver eyes!
No, it's not her!

Although the woman in the painting looks exactly like her, she doesn't have silver pupils.

Thinking of this, Su Moliang's heart trembled suddenly, and a name suddenly appeared in his mind - Yun Qiange!

However, the Yun Qiange she saw in the illusion at that time did not have such pupils. Why did they appear on Feng Moxie's drawing paper, but were silver eyes?
What exactly is going on?

Su Moliang couldn't figure it out for a while, but he had to admit that although there were subtle differences in the eyes, the cold eyes of hatred were exactly the same as Yun Qiange in the fantasy. Because the impression was so deep, Su Moliang still couldn't forget it. That look——

Realizing this, Su Moliang recalled that that day when Feng Moxie had a nightmare and said Yun Qiange's name, she was a little suspicious at that time.

However, she wasn't sure if it was someone with the same name and surname, if the Yun Qiange he was talking about wasn't the Yun Qiange she saw in her fantasy.

She had a lot of guesses and uncertainties, but now that she saw the painting in front of her, all the uncertainties were confirmed.

is her!Can't go wrong!
The woman in the painting is Yun Qiange!

Thinking of this, Su Moliang couldn't wait to unfold the remaining drawing paper.

In this painting, there is no dragon, only the battlefield where corpses are strewn across the field and blood flows like rivers.

From that distance, Yun Qiange stepped on the corpse, crossed the blood river, and came slowly.

Dressed in white clothes, clean and dusty, not stained with blood, when the wind blows, three thousand blue hairs are flying wildly, as if being in the smoke and fog, seemingly real and unreal, elusive.

Such a beautiful figure, in the sky and the earth, is like the purest pear blossom, floating down into the world with ease like a fairy.

Such a picture shocked Su Moliang too much.

Where is the battlefield in the painting, and whose soldiers died on the ground?
What happened in the end, how could there be such a tragic battle?
If Feng Moxie witnessed all of this with his own eyes, then who is he! ! !
Knowing so many secrets suddenly, Su Moliang looked terrified, and the sudden shudder made her hands and feet feel cold.

"what are you doing!"

At this moment, a suppressed and cold voice suddenly came from behind Su Moliang, which made her tremble all over with fright, her face turned ashen, and she suddenly turned to look——

I saw Feng Moxie standing at the door, staring at herself with cold eyes, that kind of eyes, like a hungry wolf in the night, revealing the murderous intent of cannibalism, seeing this scene, she felt a chill down her spine, uncontrollably I shivered.

"It seems that you have seen it all—" Feng Moxie lowered her eyes slightly, and glanced at the drawing paper in her hand, her cold voice was devoid of emotion.

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　　When my aunt came to visit, my mind was blank, to avoid the random entry of weird things, let me think carefully, so the second update will be posted during the day!
　　
　
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