The practice of the first female fairy

Chapter 648 The Man in the Picture 2
The light in Lu Yunyao's eyes fluctuated slightly, and she was about to raise her hand to take the picture scroll lying quietly in the dark compartment, but for some reason, the moment her fingertips touched the picture scroll, a strange feeling suddenly came from her. Her heart welled up.

It disturbed her heart again like spring water, Lu Yunyao couldn't help narrowing his eyes, took a deep breath to calm himself down, then picked up the scroll with a serious face, and opened it unhurriedly.

Not long after, I saw a beautiful woman on top of it, smiling and watching her.

Lu Yunyao almost subconsciously raised her hand and stroked the beautiful face of the person in the painting. At that moment, no matter how calm she was, she couldn't help but be amazed that the face of the woman in the painting was very similar to hers.

It is no exaggeration to say that the facial features of the two of them were drawn out of the same mold.

But if there are nine points in the similarity, then the remaining one point lies in the difference in temperament between the two parties.

Lu Yunyao only showed a little aloofness when his expression was serious, but the woman in the painting could make people feel her natural aloofness and nobility just by looking at her.

It seemed to be a kind of indifference engraved in his bones, although he was smiling, he was also cold and arrogant.

It's just that for some reason, when examining the painting, Lu Yunyao couldn't help feeling a little lost. At a certain moment, she even thought that the woman in the painting was about to die.

Lu Yunyao discarded these messy thoughts, and was planning to roll up the scroll again, but unexpectedly, at this moment, Xiangyun's milky words suddenly came from the sea of ​​consciousness.

Her tone was a little depressed, helpless, and seemed to contain a hint of reproach: "Master, drip blood! Why are you so preoccupied with being in a daze? Hurry up and drip blood is the business!"

Lu Yunyao didn't know why, so he subconsciously asked, "What kind of blood is dripping?"

"Drop your blood!" Xiangyun couldn't help blurting out when she heard the words, but just after she finished speaking, a little confusion appeared in her eyes, yes, why did you drip blood?How could she say such words suddenly?

Xiangyun tilted her head and thought for a while, but finally she couldn't figure out why, she sighed maturely, really, since she met Xiao Hei, her mind became more and more dizzy.

After listening to Xiangyun's words, Lu Yunyao cut his fingertips almost subconsciously, and a drop of blood was forced out from it, and then dripped on the picture scroll.

And very ingeniously, the blood bead landed on the facial features of the woman in the painting, which were very similar to hers. Soon, the blood bead penetrated the drawing paper and slowly spread out.

Seeing the woman's pretty face dyed an uneven blush, three heavy exclamation marks flashed across Lu Yunyao's forehead! ! !

She sighed slightly, and couldn't help feeling a pang of regret in her heart, how could it be such a coincidence?Can she say that she originally wanted to take this painting back to the Lu family as a family heirloom?
But then, an incredible scene appeared!

The uneven blood red gradually shrunk in size, and after a while, what was displayed in front of Lu Yunyao was the beautiful face of the woman in the painting, and it was as if nothing had happened in that painting. Look clean and tidy.

Suddenly, the eyes of the woman in the painting turned around flexibly. When Lu Yunyao saw it for the first time, he blinked in a daze, then raised his eyes to look at the beam on the top, and then...

(End of this chapter)