The familiar face is Bo Shaozheng.

The illusion also erased the memories of him and Bo Xizhi in the world. The illusion is the one who opens the illusion, and naturally it is not confused.

Bo Xizhi, who is not firm in his mind, has long been lost in the illusion and is addicted to this role of the cruel tyrant who is killed and killed. If he cannot wake up with his own willpower, perhaps he will... stay in the ancient painting world forever!

Bo Shaozheng's ability to ask this sentence shows that his earthly consciousness, which was erased by the illusion, is gradually awakening.

Yancai's face changed suddenly.

But Bo Xizhi did not notice the emotional changes of the beauty in his arms, but instead immersed in the role of the tyrant. "What are you saying about the national teacher? This is just a slut. How could you have seen her with such a glorious figure like you?"

As he said that, Bo Xizhi sneered, without any recovery of consciousness, he woke up from the illusion.

However, if Bo Xizhi woke up, he would definitely be so upset that he would want to kill himself who was flattering Bo Shaozheng at this moment.

This person, even if he became the king of a country, the ruler of a country, and the supreme ruler, was still suppressed by others, and this person was still the half-brother he had always been jealous of in his heart.

Bo Shaozheng's picturesque ink eyebrows frowned, and his magnificent lips opened lightly: "Shut up!"

Bo Xizhi obediently closed his mouth.

"I must have seen you somewhere." Bo Shaozheng said, his handsome face revealing a look of remembrance, "...where is it... Liusu?"

The two words "小小" were spit out from Bo Shaozheng's lips, and the surrounding scenes began to blur again, and thick black fog rose from the ground...

Bai Mo's face couldn't help but change, "Bo Shaozheng!"

Raise your hand, pounce, ready to catch him-

The illusions in this ancient painting world are ever-changing. If we separate this time, I don’t know when I will find Bo Shaozheng!

Before the thick black mist completely covered his eyes, Bai Mo grabbed the corner of his white clothes in his hand!

In the overwhelming darkness, someone came along the corner of the clothes she had grabbed and held her hand with her back.

The familiar palms and temperature made her give up her plan to slap her with her palms, and instead... her fingers were tightly clasped.

This time, the illusion of the ancient painting world did not separate the two people from two places.

When the thick and thick black fog slowly dissipated again, a fragrant and bloody picture appeared before Bai Mo and Bo Shaozheng's eyes—

A beautiful and charming woman in red clothes was raised by two old nannies and said "pulling" and mercilessly tore open the clothes wrapped in the charming body, revealing her fair and delicate skin...

She struggled, cried, begged, scolded... but was still ruthlessly escorted by the old nanny and tied up on the iron torture frame.

Then, start to peel it alive!

The group of nanny and palace maids seemed to have not seen Bai Mo and Bo Shaozheng, focusing on bloody and violent skinning.

The woman's blurry face gradually became clear at the beginning...

A beautiful and painful and hideous face came into view—

Those eyebrows and eyes were extremely familiar... Yancai.

Bai Mo was shocked and turned his head to look at Bo Shaozheng who was holding her hand sideways.

Bo Shaozheng looked at the scene in front of him, but there was no fluctuation on his handsome face, and he was still cold, as if he was skinned by a stunning beauty like Yancai, and he was not touched at all.

Only when looking back at her, my cold face became a little softer.

Bai Mo smiled and turned his eyes back to the picture.

There was a vague feeling in her heart, perhaps... Yancai's death is the key to how to leave this ancient painting world.

The bloody and erotic skinning continued, and the woman's shrill cry of pain filled her ears...

Bai Mo whispered: "So she died like this, no wonder... she was so resentful that she turned into a ghost."

"But, isn't she the king's favorite concubine? Who ordered her to die, and she died so bloody and cruel? Look at this cruel and cruel method, it seems to be done by a woman in the harem. Lu Zhi, a Han Dynasty, cut off Bo Ji's limbs and made her into a human pig..."

Immediately afterwards, the picture changed.

Bai Mo widened his eyes and screamed in surprise: "——How could it be him?!"
Chapter completed!