Domineering: The President is not a human being

Chapter 194 The Woman on the Scroll!

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Lan Ziming's movement of covering her mouth, Su Xiaoxiao paused slightly when she unfolded the scroll, then raised her head and stared at Lan Ziming, "Did you just smile?"

"No, absolutely not." Lan Ziming denied it very firmly, and then helped Su Xiaoxiao spread out the scroll with a smile, "Come on, let's look at the painting."

Su Xiaoxiao still wanted to ask, but her eyes were attracted by the unfolded scroll.

The picture scroll depicts a woman in a white floor-length gauze dress, and her ink-like hair is gently pulled up with only a white hosta.

Seeing that this dress is impressively the woman with hair covering her face that she saw on the ruins of the house last night.

Su Xiaoxiao immediately cast her eyes on the woman's face, she looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a delicate and small oval face, long eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth, looking forward to life.

This is only in the painting, if it is a real person, I am afraid that it will add a bit of temperament and beauty.

The pure and natural beauties of ancient times really deserved their reputation, and Su Xiaoxiao, who is also a woman, couldn't help but feel ashamed when she saw it.

It's true that people are more angry than people, and she was afraid that she would be unbalanced if she watched too much. Su Xiaoxiao immediately wanted to put away the scroll, but unexpectedly her hand shook, and the scroll slipped from her hand.

Lan Ziming, who was holding the other end of the scroll, was in a daze for some reason, and kept staring at the person in the portrait.

Su Xiaoxiao had no choice but to straighten her stomach and squat down to pick up the painting while supporting her waist.

"Wait!" The moment Su Xiaoxiao picked up the painting, Lan Ziming, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, and Su Xiaoxiao let go of his hand again in shock.

The scroll fell back to the ground, and the scroll rolled further away. Just as Su Xiaoxiao wanted to ask him what the hell he was doing, Lan Ziming spoke first, "Do you think this woman looks familiar?"

As he spoke, he leaned over to support Su Xiaoxiao, and pulled her to his side.

Su Xiaoxiao originally wanted to tease Lan Ziming whether she looked familiar with beautiful women, but when her eyes fell on the woman's face in the painting again, the words stuck in her throat.

"Little...Xiao Ling'er?!" Su Xiaoxiao raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, obviously not believing what she saw.

How is this possible?How could Xiao Ling'er's portrait appear in the Su family's old house.

But what she saw in front of her had to make her believe that if she looked carefully at that woman, if she was a few years younger, she would have been carved out of the same mold as Xiao Ling'er.

"That woman is Xiao Ling'er? The villagers of Ning'an Village..." Su Xiaoxiao didn't have time to think about it, she stuffed the portrait into Lan Ziming's arms and rushed out of the room.

Lan Ziming watched Su Xiaoxiao's figure rush out of the room, a blue flame quickly condensed in the palm of his hand, engulfing the scroll in an instant.

It wasn't until the picture scroll was reduced to ashes that Lan Ziming stepped out of the old house, stopped in the middle of the courtyard, sacrificed a few seals from the air, and hit the remaining doors respectively.

At the same time, clusters of black air condensed in the room, violently hitting the door, intending to break through the seal.

Seeing that the door was about to be breached, Lan Ziming then threw out a few talisman papers of the demon hunter, stuck them impartially in the center of the door, merged with the seal made by spiritual power, and disappeared.

The black air was rampant for a few more seconds, and was soon suppressed, before Lan Ziming turned around and chased after Su Xiaoxiao.

With his speed, he caught up with Su Xiaoxiao who was running as fast as possible while hugging her belly in just a few seconds.

After catching up with Su Xiaoxiao, Lan Ziming grabbed Su Xiaoxiao's waist without saying a word, and led her through the air at high speed.

It didn't take long to arrive at the Su's wooden house, but Xiao Ling'er had disappeared. ． ． ． ． ．

"Xiao Xiao."

"Xiao'er."

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, before the words finished, the figures of Qiu Shuoyan and Leng Zhaoran appeared in front of her.

"Uncle Su was taken away by Xiao Ling'er." Leng Zhaoran looked at Su Xiaoxiao and said solemnly.

(End of this chapter)