When the Golden Finger Lands in the Hands of the Villain

Chapter 31: Soul Painter

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He turned his head away, and simply didn't want to talk to Kong Baobao, who was so stupid: "It's all right for you to have a dirty mind, and actually tarnish our pure father-son relationship!"

At the same time, Yeying Continent.

The beautiful purple moon hangs in the sky, exuding a faint light.

Extremely beautiful, but extremely dangerous.

Inside a spacious and gorgeous bedroom.

"Father!"

The person on the bed frowned, opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up.

A few strands of hair were entangled between his forehead, which was covered with cold sweat, but it did not damage his appearance at all. His eyebrows were long and narrow, his lips were light in color, and there was a touch of vermilion on the center of his forehead, which was so thick that it made him shine. There was a touch of weakness in his whole body.

But the person sleeping next to him didn't think so at all.

The male pet sleeping next to him has handsome eyebrows and a profile as deep as a blade, looking extremely handsome, but the horror on his face completely destroys this point.

"Your Majesty?" the male pet called out cautiously.

The man turned his head suddenly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the pet's neck: "It's so noisy."

The male pet's eyes turned white, his face turned blue, and he was strangled to death just like that.

Feeling that the person under him was breathless, the man withdrew his fair and slender hand, and when his eyes fell on the corpse of the male pet, he unexpectedly showed a few traces of rare tenderness.

There was a slight smile on his lips.

Gently helped the dead male pet tidy up his clothes, and kissed the corner of the lips of the dead body: "When you are still silent, you are most like your father."

Enraged by his own soul, Kong Wuying left Baby Kong and knelt outside to blow the air, then walked back to the bathroom to continue taking his medicinal bath.

Um

Why does it feel like something is shaking

do not care.

It's important to take a bath.

Um

It seems to be shaking more and more...

Kong Wuying finally fixed his gaze on his chest, more precisely on the strange stone hanging on his chest.

"What are you shaking?"

Shi Shi trembled again, and the system asked frightenedly: "You you you you you... who is it?"

Kong Wuying smiled: "You heard it just now, Yeying is a poor commoner who was bitten by his own soul."

His voice was so gentle that the system was about to cry: "You lied!"

"I heard it just now. He called you Aying, and you have twelve godsons! You are the big devil who killed our Chuchu, aren't you!"

Kong Wuying's gentle smile gradually retracted, and he asked very calmly, "What exactly do you want to say?"

system:"… "

System: "It's okay, you can be busy."

And then back away.

Backed into a corner into self-hatred.

A voice hated iron and steel and shouted at it: "It is in vain that Fei Chuchu regards you as his own big brother, this is the big devil who killed Chuchu, if you are a man, fight him! Take revenge for Chuchu!"

Think about how miserable Chu Chu died.

Think about the hundreds of years of love between you and Chuchu.

think about it...

The system covered its head: "Stop talking, I'm not a man!"

Kong Wuying didn't care about the system's psychological activities. After confirming that the system had no rebellious thoughts or abilities, he put all his thoughts on getting rid of the impurities in his body.

I'll talk about that annoying soul later.

talk about it later.

Then there is no future.

Seven days later, Kong Wuying, who had finished removing the impurities, stared at the empty garden in a daze, apparently alone.

This dead baby, actually ran away again!

Close your eyes and search.

The status of the empty baby has changed again to "Sorry, your soul even empty baby has died, please raise it again."

go to hell.

Confused, Kong Wuying released a small spider from his fingertips, and Kong Youyou had already gained a lot of weight from his continuous feeding, almost unable to walk.

With slender fingers gently stroking Kong Youyou's body, Kong Wuying smiled softly: "Don't be like your brother, you have to be obedient, you know?"

The chubby Kong Youyou shuddered, not daring to move her eight legs.

The days that followed were uneventful.

After Kong Wuying got rid of the impurities, he started to practice the Heavenly Demon Body.

Heavenly Demon ** is a skill that only nobles can practice in their Ye Ying. It is divided into ten levels from top to bottom, and it is their mysterious skill that is as mysterious as imperial puppetry.

Different from Puppet Martial Art, which depends on the level and characteristics of the soul puppet, the Heavenly Demon ** mainly focuses on the mastery of one's own abilities. There are significant changes.

And it's not a simple increase or decrease of attributes, but a more mysterious change derived from this basis.

For example, if the ordinary power is one, then the power of the demon body is one plus a touch of vicious internal energy that enters the human body.

For example, the normal speed is one, and the speed of the demon ** is one plus escape.

Escaping refers to blending into nature, so that people can't find the slightest trace, and the duration corresponds to the level. For example, the escaping of the demons on the first floor lasts for one minute.

Physique is to improve physical fitness, prevent all poisons, cold and heat, white and delicate, and other attributes.

Kong Wuying hastened to hurry up, stepped up his practice, and finally reached the second level of Tianmo ** before the Shengdu Competition. During this period, he found other medicinal materials for Kong Youyou's upgrade through His Royal Highness. After winning the Shengdu Contest, the furnace was upgraded to Kong Yoyo.

As for Danta, although His Royal Highness helped Kong Wuying pay the bill, they refused to admit that Kong Wuying had passed the second-rank assessment.

However, Kong Wuying finally got the second-grade alchemist badge, which was issued by the alchemist guild.

As soon as the alchemy association heard that Kong Wuying was so fierce that he collapsed the alchemy tower, and that he didn't need to take the exam, he immediately sent someone to deliver the second-grade alchemist badge to Kong Wuying, and tirelessly encouraged him to continue to work hard. Try to continue to bring down the Danta.

That kind-hearted...

The East Palace of the Mohe Kingdom.

Huo Ziying looked at the pile of paperwork in front of her, and sighed a long time.

He has seen a lot, but the rest is still out of sight.

There is no way, tomorrow is the Shengdu Genius Alchemy Competition, because the prize for this championship is the prize of Master Wu Feizi, which is far more generous than other competitions, so there are endless streams of alchemists participating, and there are endless things up.

But he didn't want to see these at all.

He wants to go to Tianhong to have a class with the teacher.

Why did he take on the heavy responsibility of the country so early at such a young age

It's not because he has an old king who is obsessed with alchemy and doesn't want to go out.

Upset.

Huo Ziying reluctantly picked up the pen, and was about to draw two strokes on the document.

Suddenly, I heard the panting voice of my confidant eunuch: "His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness! Your Majesty, please go to the meeting hall."

"The meeting hall?" Huo Ziying was taken aback, and wondered: "What happened today? Father and king are willing to go out?"

The eunuch rushed forward with a pale face, and explained: "The Daqing Empire, Daqing sent a special envoy."

"Special envoy?" Huo Ziying raised her eyebrows: "Didn't Daqing usually not interfere in our internal affairs, why did he suddenly send a special envoy? Could it be that my eulogy for the fifteen princes was not well written last time? But the words are not well written. There's a little problem."

Eunuch: "...The thirteen princes died last time."

Huo Ziying: "It's over. My eulogy is about the fifteenth prince. Is the fifteenth prince dead?"

Eunuch: "... I guess not."

Huo Ziying: "..."

He raised his head, with a difficult expression on his face: "This is Xingshi's questioning, it's over. I'm going to die this time."

Eunuch: "...Your Highness, please go."

Huo Ziying went to the conference hall in fear.

I saw his extremely dignified father, who never went out all the year round, and the white-faced, beardless, handsome special envoy beside his father.

The so-called special envoy was just an eunuch next to Emperor Daqing.

But since he was sent here, his identity is not just a eunuch, he symbolizes the supreme will of the emperor of the Daqing Empire.

Even his father, who never left the door, had to come out of the palace to warmly receive him.

To Huo Ziying's surprise, the special envoy did not pursue him for writing the wrong condolence, but instead said to his father, "I came here this time to find someone for us, King Tuomohe."

The king raised his eyebrows: "Looking for someone?"

The special envoy signaled his subordinates to present a portrait to the king, and then said: "This time, His Majesty sent eight special envoys to eight dependent countries to search for people, and specifically told the matter not to be publicized, and they can only look for it in secret, and please keep it secret. "

Looking at the portrait, the corner of the king's mouth twitched violently: "That's...natural."

Then he handed the portrait to his son: "Ziying, I will leave this matter to you. You must find the person for the special envoy."

Huo Ziying saw that his father's face was a bit unsightly, and he was a little puzzled, just looking for someone, what's the problem? Although they can't say it, but with their manpower and material resources, it is not easy to find someone.

These thoughts were all before he saw the portrait.

When he saw the portrait, he finally couldn't help but praised: "The painter in Daqing really deserves his reputation, but he can outline □□ with just a few strokes."

A few strokes, isn't it only □□

God!

On this piece of paper, he couldn't even make out a human figure.

What kind of soul painter is this Daqing Empire!

The author has something to say: Everyone should be able to guess who the person in the soul painter's painting is (it's not a baby.)