He possessed himself in the portrait, and the corners of his white lips were hooked faintly. He blinked lightly at Ying Huaixue, but directly made Ying Huaixue's blood clot and cold, as if he was flowing backwards!

The person in the portrait,

Come alive!

This is definitely not an illusion. Ying Huaixue ignored it and was dominated by the fear and panic in her heart. She rushed over and tried to tear the portrait apart.

But in the eyes of others, her actions were like stealing the bell.

Obviously,

What she wanted to do was not successful.

Because a dagger with cold light appeared quickly cut through the air, and a sharp sound of wind was raised wherever he went, and it rubbed over Ying Huaixue's face, and a blood mark was sharply drawn, and finally nailed straight to the round mahogany pillar.

The destructive power is unparalleled.

"Are you scared?" Si Jin spoke slowly, and he walked over step by step, holding his pocket with one hand, like a nobleman from the Central European century, with every step he took was elegant and noble.

The slender boy stopped very cleverly, just sideways blocking the portrait, and blocking all the movements Ying Huaixue might have to do next.

This sudden dagger was unexpected that no one expected. After reacting, he only noticed the sharp sound of the slashing the air.

"I will tell you this matter slowly in the future." Looking at Si Jin's movements approaching the portrait, the young man in green had no expression, but his eyes seemed to have a faint blue light. But when he saw it with his own light, the fingertips of the blood-clothed figure in the portrait stopped again, turned back to look back and continued to talk to Yingfu.

Ying Huaixue's actions just now have made her guilty, and there is no possibility of any change.

Things have been settled.

Yingfu took a deep breath and knew that the scene was not a suitable place for conversation, so he made a gesture to his subordinates and ordered without hesitation: "Please lock this person in the dark prison of the Ying family first, and then do it later."

Yingfu has too many things he doesn’t understand now, and it seems that all the lines in his mind are twisted into a ball of mahjong, and it’s hard to understand them clearly.

In terms of the expression that everyone around him was hard to describe, Si Jin was very indifferent. His slender and fair fingers fell on the portrait, moving slowly and lingering. The white fingertips seemed to form the most vivid contrast with the color of the blood-red clothes.

That kind of movement, which was neither light nor heavy, made the figure in the portrait pause suddenly.

It's a strange meaning.

Ranbai wants to go out now.

Fortunately, Si Jin did not continue to move, and his fair fingertips stopped on the fingers of the girl in red, covering her, as if holding hands...

It was just that because the boy turned sideways blocked the sight of others, no one noticed this scene.

I saw a handsome and tall man wearing a light white windbreaker, indifferent and noble, polite, and when his long eyelashes drooped, his thin lips slightly curled, gentle and calm.

He has a demeanor and temperament, like the most perfect gentleman and nobleman.

It's a pity,

The evil means of bloodshed can't be related to gentlemen.

The young man in green was still talking to Yingfu, and a lazy and nice voice sounded in his mind: "Let him take it away."

Ming paused for a moment, and then he continued to speak to Yingfu as if nothing had happened: "This painting... is currently infected with evil spirits, so it is not suitable to keep it. It is more appropriate to deal with it. It is better to give it to Mr. Si directly." The young man in green said expressionlessly.

Yingfu nodded in fear and fear, "Okay, I understand."

Si Jin narrowed his eyes casually, raised his delicate eyebrows and eyes, looked at the young man in green with unknown meaning, then slowly curled up the corners of his lips, slowly rolled up the portrait with his slender and fair fingers, and his voice was very light: "Don't bother the cinema master. I'll handle this painting."

Yingfu has no meaning, after all... all his thoughts are now on why this is the case.

Before the portrait was rolled up, Ranbai had already come out of the portrait and took back control of her body. She lowered her eyes, looked at the slender young man, paused for two seconds before she faintly retracted her gaze, "I guess the cinema lord must have doubts. Go to the study."

Yingfu nodded, feeling a splitting headache.

After all, today's scene... is not something that everyone can accept.

This kind of thing,

It sounds quite simple. Ranbai said half true and half falsely, omitting himself all and falling into pieces.

This makes people believe more.

Even Yingfu believed it.

After all, I have to believe it.

Simply put,

That is, what outsiders do instead of the original owner for the sake of identity.

It is exactly in line with Ranbai's speculation.

When Ranbai came out of the study, it was almost dusk, and the setting sun was like blood, reflecting half of the sky.

The sunset burns clouds, and the colors are very bright.

The young man wearing a blue and white dress had just walked out of the gate of the city lord's mansion, and when he raised his eyes, his figure paused. Because a young and tall figure leaned against the wall, he put his one hand in his pocket, his sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing his porcelain white wrists, and wearing a light white windbreaker. The feeling of abstinence became even stronger, and the gentle and noble figure was filled with a half-evil spirit.

And at this moment,

I just looked at her with a smile, holding a rolled portrait with one hand.

Must have recognized it.

Otherwise it wouldn't be like that.

"Ran Xiaobai, is it fun?" Si Jin slowly approached and stopped in front of Ran Bai, looking down at the figure of the young man in front of him. His voice was low and nice, with unique clean and clear, like the ice and snow of early winter, with a hint of coolness.

"How did you recognize me?" Ranbai asked.

Si Jin lowered his eyes and glanced at her, his voice was very light: "If I can't even recognize my girlfriend, how failed will I be a boyfriend?"

Ranbai thought about it, so too.

Si Jin lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on the pair of black gloves that the young man in green was still wearing.

Then he seemed to pull his lower lip, revealing a light cursing curve.

He grabbed Shuangbai's wrist directly, pulled off the black gloves expressionlessly and threw them aside.

Ranbai raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

In Ranbai's eyes, Si Jin raised his eyes, and was very righteous and gently connected with the girl's fingers. Only then was he satisfied, and his voice was extremely light: "Don't touch others casually. You can't wear gloves."

He opened his thin lips lightly, but he just uttered a word indifferently, "Dirty."

"Then are you?" Ranbai narrowed his eyes. Under the afterglow of the sunset, everyone knew that it was because he had touched someone else.

Si Jin looked at her deeply. The dusk seemed to be crushed and embedded in his deep eyes, beautiful and dangerous, with a plain tone: "The only one who can touch me is you."

Ranbai paused, and a cold and evil arc was raised on the corner of his lips. He was quite satisfied, "It's great."

"Let's go." He looked very proud, "Since you've had fun, you should remember to go home."
Chapter completed!