Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

That point of red touched the scroll that Feng Qingyue was pointing at, and then there was a miraculous scene that made people hold their breath for fear of being frightened.

A little bit of sunlight diffused, and along the red dot on the picture scroll, a beautiful picture began to emerge.

Around that point, a clear outline began to emerge, that point was the red on the crane's forehead.When it was full, the picture scroll began to change. Around the crane, there appeared lush mountains and rivers, a gurgling stream, and a pure white camellia.

The sun is slowly setting.

The cranes and camellias also began to disappear from the scroll, which made people feel regretful.

There is no more light in the sky.

On the picture scroll, the crane disappeared, and the white tea disappeared.

However, the crane's wings seemed to be transparent, and a person appeared in the place of the crane, with black hair and white clothes, and that spot of red turned into rouge around his mouth, so red that it broke one's heart.

A person also appeared in the place of the white tea, with his back to the person, but facing the direction of the crane, looking at each other.

On the horizon, a crescent moon hangs over there.

On the painting, another change occurred.

The man with black hair and white clothes began to disappear in a trance, and what appeared was a man with white hair and white clothes. That spot of red was the most dazzling cinnabar at this time.With deep eyes, he looked in one direction, where Baicha used to be.

The person whose back was facing seemed to be turning around slowly, holding a white camellia in his hand, and looked at the man with white hair and white clothes with full eyes.

Shady, starry.

All the pictures on the picture scroll disappeared, and the red dot suddenly began to burn and the picture scroll turned into a raging flame. Only the person standing leisurely in the center looked at Jun Suixin who was outside, and smiled sweetly, like a hundred flowers blooming. good.No sound, no words.But it seems that after thousands of years, one glance is enough.

"What a nice view."

"Are you praising people, or are you praising paintings?"

"Beautiful paintings make people more beautiful."

"That is, the two of them are so enviable."

"Let Mr. Suixin feel like marrying him back. What if such a special person is snatched away by others?"

"It turns out that in this world, there really are women who can't lose to men."

"But, painting! What about that painting, it's gone!"

"Yeah, what about painting?"

"No, it's really burnt out, right?"

Admiration, admiration, envy, longing.This is a true portrayal of everyone's heart.Anyone who reads that painting will understand that it was painted by Feng Qingyue for Jun Suixin, and there are only the two of them in the painting, and no one else can mix in it.

As Feng Qingyue said, extreme.This is indeed an extreme.It is an absolute rare treasure to make one point to the extreme.

The ultimate picture scroll, the ultimate beauty, the ultimate romance.

"Little girl, you ruined the painting that already belonged to me." There was a ray of anger in that voice. Those who were immersed in the beauty and pity of the painting all felt a chill down their backs, which shows how kind the owner of that voice is. angry.How can he not be angry?Such a beautiful painting was actually burned by this little girl, even in front of him!

"Every cherished item in the world will inevitably be scrambled by future generations. It will always be stained with human blood. That is not what I want. Old lunatic, your words are vulgar."