Painting a Beauty
"Humph, so what if you're Noble Consort Yang? Since she's already dead, then just stay here quietly for me. Now you still want to come out and do evil, then I can only be impolite.”
Yin and Yang Dharmic powers rushed out from Wang Yu's hand, and the Yin-Yang Taijitu appeared in his hand, as if he wanted to suck this painting scroll into it.
The Yin-Yang Taijitu in Wang Yu's hand was the entrance to the system's conversion function. As long as one entered, they would be directly transferred to the conversion function and converted into the Yin-Yang magic power that Wang Yu needed.
The painting seemed to have sensed danger. A black light directly emerged from the painting and entered Wang Yu's mind at lightning speed. Wang Yu did not react in time and immediately lost consciousness.
Wang Yu's last thought before he fainted was: Carelessness has caused the loss of Jingzhou.
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A stunning beauty in a traditional Chinese dress was dressing up in the antique room. She wore a headdress and beautiful and noble clothes, adding a little color to her red lips.
Every decoration in the room was gorgeous and noble. When she looked back, men were mesmerized by her, just like this man now. Looking at this beauty, he forgot everything.
Wang Yu frowned. Was this an illusion? Or rather, this was the world in the painting.
The woman in front of him was very beautiful. She was so beautiful that she did not look like a mortal. However, all of this was just an illusion. He would not be interested in a woman who had died more than a thousand years ago.
Moreover, this woman was not that beautiful now.
"San Lang, come over and drink a cup of wine with ChenQie.”Noble Consort Yang swayed as she walked towards her. No man could maintain his composure in front of such a scene.
"Hehe, I have no interest in a dead person.”
"Heaven and Earth, Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang Eye, open!”Wang Yu shouted softly. In front of him, this extremely beautiful woman had turned into a disgusting female ghost.
However, facing this female ghost, Wang Yu could not relax at all. Wang Yu could feel that this female ghost was very powerful. After being dead for a thousand years, even a pig could become a spirit, let alone the eternal beauty Yang Yuhuan.
"Quickly follow me." Wang Yu immediately pulled the man over, but the man didn't appreciate it at all. He shouted with a ferocious expression,"Who's pulling me?"
In Hu Ming's eyes, there were only beauties. Anyone who stopped him from looking at beauties deserved to die.
Who are you?" Yang Guifei shouted. As she shouted, she leaned closer to Hu Ming and put on a pitiful look." San Lang, I'm afraid."”
Hu Ming's heart softened.
"Beloved consort, don't be afraid. I'll chase him away immediately.”
As he spoke, Hu Ming shouted at Wang Yu," Who are you? Hurry up and leave, or I'll make sure you can't get out of this door."”He looked very domineering.
Wang Yu couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that there were many people in this world who were daydreaming. They didn't want to give anything and just wanted to enjoy the life of an emperor. How was that possible?
"I'm a heavenly master. I want to bring him back.”Wang Yu was very domineering. He directly pulled Hu Ming along. In this painting, it was Noble Consort Yang's home ground. Wang Yu did not want to fight with her here.
"San Lang, don't go." Yang Yuhuan shouted.
Hu Ming didn't listen to Wang Yu.""I don't want to go back. This is the life I want. I'd rather die here than suffer there.”
"F * ck, as expected, there's a knife in the head of a pervert. Look at what she is. There's no beauty here.”Wang Yu immediately used up his magic power and put his middle and index fingers together, wiping Hu Ming's eyelids.
Wang Yu turned Hu Ming's head around.""Look, look, look carefully at what the hell this is.”
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