Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

Taking a step forward, he stepped on the so-called heart ladder.

Tapping somewhere with the toes, a piece of pure white floral paper began to surround from all sides, completely wrapping Feng Qingyue in the center.

Such a bizarre scene made the three of Qin Qishu slightly stunned. Is she planning to start painting on the first floor?This is impossible.

Although, she was suspected of cheating before, but that sharp insight is indeed unique.

This is to start painting directly on the first floor, which is really unprecedented. As for whether there will be no one in the future, if no one is crazy, they will definitely not choose to be on the first floor.

As for the people in King's Landing City outside, they were all thinking about it. It was a pity that they finally reached the fourth level and failed like this.

The time passed minute by minute, and the sun was already westward. This was the longest time Feng Qingyue took.

Everyone is holding their breath, expecting that there may be a picture scroll that is different from others.

Finally, the white drawing paper that surrounded Feng Qingyue quickly dispersed.

Draw it, but there is nothing.

Still the same as the first three levels, although the time was too long, the result was simply too much. The people in Junlin City are known as gentlemen. After being beaten by Feng Qingyue many times, they are now seriously thinking about it. In that painting, what exactly did Feng Qingyue paint.

She is not the kind of person who is arrogant and arrogant.

What is the meaning of this painting?

"Little girl, you are the first and only person to draw on my first floor." The voice seemed to come through time and space, and it was in everyone's ears, and it would not feel awkward, although no one was seen. , but it seems that you can feel the most familiar elder looking at you kindly.

"Did I win?" Her eyes were calm, as if she had a chance to win. Although it was a question, what Feng Qingyue showed was absolute confidence.

"You are very courageous." The voice paused for a moment, and then continued, "However, may I ask why? If the answer is not what I want, I will say that you lost, so what can you do?"

"All geniuses are called lunatics before they are understood and recognized by others." This kind of rascal tone made Feng Qingyue even more playful, tilting her head, noncommittal.

"Little lunatic! Hahahaha..." Hearing Feng Qingyue's answer, the man suddenly laughed heartily, and it sounded like every pore on his body was stretched.This is, a strong man who can affect the emotions of those around him when he is happy or angry, a top strong man!

"Old lunatic, congratulations." Feng Qingyue returned the old lunatic without any politeness.

The two people come and go, such an unreliable communication, it makes everyone who is looking forward to the development of the matter feel itchy like a cat's paw.

"Incomplete beauty?" The man seemed to have a smile in his voice, and asked playfully.Could it be that this little girl and his thoughts are similar?Such a young age, will it be like this?Or……

"He likes to make everything perfect, but I only like to make one thing perfect." Feng Qingyue said, stretched out a finger, and tapped lightly on the scroll.

"Extreme?" The man just said the word "extreme", when the last ray of sunset in the sky hangs down on the side of the mountain.

That finger seemed like a stroke of magic, a little red followed the light...