I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

Don’t you want to save face?!

"Your Majesty! Urgent news!"

The messenger knelt directly in front of Li Er who was sitting on the dragon throne and said, "There is a movement in the capital prison where Bijiu is imprisoned."

"Escaped from prison?"

"Not sure, no response from the prison..."

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The capital’s prison, a quarter of an hour ago.

The scholar in white walked slowly towards the prison gate with a calm temperament.

He looked naturally noble and elegant, and was obviously a young master from some wealthy family.

The jailer naturally did not dare to offend him, but he would not desecrate his duties, so he stopped him and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Visiting the prison." said the scholar in white.

"Whose prison are you visiting?" the jailer asked. "Do you have a permit?"

"Bring it."

Bijiu was definitely not allowed to be visited in prison, but the scholar in white did not come to see Bijiu either.

"Madam Zhao." The scholar in white said as he took out the permit and handed it to the jailer.

The jailer took it, checked it carefully, and confirmed that it was correct.

"So you are the young master of the Zhao family. I am so sorry. However, we still have to go through the necessary procedures. Please cooperate with us in the body search, young master of the Zhao family."

"Ah."

This "Young Master Zhao" did not say much and did not resist the search.

Because apart from this ordinary set of clothes, he only brought a scroll.

The jailer unfolded the scroll.

It was a painting of a hundred birds, with a large phoenix leading the team flying at the head of the team, looking extremely imposing.

Behind it are countless birds of various shapes, and birds and beasts fill every corner of the scroll.

The jailer scanned the painting carefully again and confirmed that it was indeed just a painting.

And there is no spiritual energy infiltrating it, it is just an ordinary painting.

"Why did you bring the painting?" the jailer asked.

"Ask Madam Zhao to appreciate it. Although she was imprisoned for corruption, she is an expert in appraising paintings." The man answered fluently.

"Um...okay."

Although the jailer was quite disdainful of such corrupt officials, since the other party's answer was in accordance with the rules, he lifted the ban.

The scholar bowed to express his gratitude to the jailers, then rolled up the scroll and leisurely walked into the barrier.

But he did not follow the jailer who led the way to Mrs. Zhao's room.

He had just opened the barrier, and before the door was even closed, he unfolded the scroll again and pasted it on the wall.

"Senior Bijiu, it's time to go."

"Hey! What are you doing!"

The jailer was shocked and wanted to arrest him when he saw that he was behaving abnormally.

But the birds in the painting suddenly started flying!

All those birds that had no spiritual power at all suddenly came to life and flew in all directions along the wall!

"what--"

“Stop it quickly…”

The birds flew between the wall and the ground, and when their wings passed over the jailer's shadow, they split the jailer's shadow into several pieces.

Then the jailer was broken into pieces and fell to the ground in lumps.

In a blink of an eye, the prison was filled with those birds. The only sounds heard everywhere in the prison were the hissing sounds of birds cutting and the sticky sounds of their bodies falling to the ground.

The jailers had no time to sound any alarm due to the high-speed flight of the birds.

And when the dust settled, there were no officers or soldiers left alive in the capital's prison.

There was a sound of birds singing, and then the shadow of a huge bird flew along the wall.

He climbed out of the deepest part of the dungeon without any hindrance.

Finally, the shadow gradually shrank and stopped on the painting on the wall, turning into a handsome human figure.

He took a step forward and walked out of the painting, becoming a three-dimensional and complete creature.

"Senior Bijiu is truly amazing," the scholar in white couldn't help but sigh, "There is actually a method in this world to control the birds in the painting. Today I have really opened my eyes."

"Control? No, I just like making friends." Bijiu glanced at him, straightened his clothes, and asked, "Are you Xu Chen?"

"Exactly."

"What did your old friend ask you to tell him?"

"The Imperial Master asked you to kill the Emperor."

"Kill the emperor? That's not difficult. I remember that those emperors loved to carve paintings of birds and beasts all over their palaces."

"Indeed," Xu Chen nodded, "Besides, there is a painter currently painting a picture of a roc spreading its wings for the emperor. I think it will be easy for you to capture it if you go there."

"Ha, that's too easy." The pigeon grinned, "Let's go, I'll go now."

As it spoke, the figure of the wall pigeon merged into the wall again.

He turned into a dark portrait of a giant bird, flapping its wings on the wall, and rushed towards the palace with one force.

The air made him feel uncomfortable, but the two-dimensional wall made him feel more comfortable and happy.

Once you blend in, you'll feel like you're back home.

After all, he is just a mural.

The man treated him as a friend, engraved him, and then he came to life.

As a friend, he should also satisfy the other party's wishes.

Kill the emperor.

trivial.

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84. Overlooking

The wall doves flitted silently through the shadows on the wall.

In a blink of an eye, he had passed all the palace restrictions and headed straight for the emperor's residence.

He saw the grand scene in the court, where gold and silver utensils made the dark night in the court brighter than the day. The emperor with sword-like eyebrows sat on the dragon throne, full of the murderous aura that he had fought for a lifetime.

At the same time, an elderly painter was standing in front of the stone platform, holding a brush and painting with great force, like a dragon or a snake.

The eyes of the Peng bird outlined in black ink seem to have a divine light that looks down on the world.

Great painting skills!

Even someone as knowledgeable as a wall dove would rarely see such detailed and realistic paintings.

He was disdainful at first, thinking how great could a painter who fawned on the emperor of the mortal world be... But when he saw it, he was pleasantly surprised.

This made him think of waiting for a moment.

Although he could now control the bird to fly and cut off the emperor's projection, he couldn't bear to interrupt such a painting with such charm.

"As expected of a disciple of the Holy Ancestor." A group of court painters beside him exclaimed in praise, "He has quite a bit of the charm of the Holy Ancestor's painting skills."

Holy Ancestor?

Hearing the meaning of these words, Bijiu couldn't help but feel curious - isn't this the strongest painter in the world? He is just an apprentice... Then who is the Saint Ancestor?

While people were discussing, the painter Yan Liben had already shaded the bird's feathers into rich and gorgeous layers.

As the candlelight flickered, the wings of the Roc even trembled slightly, and its heroic hooked beak shot straight up into the sky, as if it was about to fly away from the painting!

"It's done."

Yan Liben packed up his brush and ink and stopped painting, even though he could have added some details... but he was afraid of attracting a divine calamity that would burn the painting.

Sometimes being too good is a sin.

Bijiu naturally saw that Old Yan had not used his full strength, and he couldn't help but feel heartbroken and wanted to rush out and grab the other person's neck, forcing him to draw the whole thing quickly.

But there was not a drop of paint left, as if he had calculated every bit of paint needed before he put pen to paper.

Even if Bijiu found paint and forced him to continue painting, he would not be able to paint as smoothly as before.

What a pity, what a pity.

Well, if that’s the case, then just end the emperor’s life.

"Peng bird, go ahead."

The pigeon stretched out its consciousness and flapped its wings in the shadows towards the roc, trying to control the other party to attack and kill the emperor.

But this time, he was defeated.

The Peng bird didn't move at all.

The wall pigeon was confused.

"you……"

"Wow—"

"Look! Dapeng is moving!" There were cries of shock coming from the court one after another.

The Peng bird suddenly moved! But it did not rush towards the emperor, but pecked at the wall dove with its hooked beak!

The wall pigeon was startled and dodged in panic, and for a moment its feathers flew in the shadow.

"You..." The wall pigeon looked at the big bird with trembling body, its face full of incredible shock and... an inexplicable ecstasy!

"Have you become intelligent?!" the wall dove questioned the roc with its cry, using its claws to block the other's attack.

The other party didn't say anything.

It did have intelligence, but had not yet learned to speak. It just instinctively thought that it had to protect the emperor.

Naturally, the wall pigeons who wanted to harm the emperor became his enemies.

"Hahahaha-"

The dove laughed wildly and transformed into a half-human, half-bird form, and suddenly hugged the other party tightly.

The pigeon allowed the opponent's hooked beak to peck at its wings, plucking off large pieces of feathers, but it seemed unaware and did not dodge.

His eyes were filled with tears. He hugged the roc tightly, ignoring the other party's crazy attacks, and just shouted: "I am not alone! Not alone!"

Only when he was covered in wounds did he let go of the Peng bird and looked at it reluctantly.

"I'll come find you again!"

The wall pigeon cried out, flapped its bald wings, and flew out of the capital city.

The Dapeng bird chased to the edge of Chang'an, but unfortunately its speed was too far behind the other party, so it could only let the other party fly away.

However, the other party should have given up the assassination...its mission has been accomplished.

Then it flapped its wings and flew gracefully back into the painting, transforming itself into the still roc again.

There was complete silence in the palace.

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"You're back."

On the top of a high cliff, under the bright white moon that seemed to be within reach, a man in a gray shirt stood with his hands behind his back.