Chapter 331: (1/2)

It is worth mentioning that there is a black man in armor hanging on the corners of the whole painting, but the black villain is too far away, and there is almost no communication between the two sides.

In the last painting, on an altar, the black figure stood alone. She seemed to have given up all resistance. The tin was almost stained with red, and beside her stood a red figure with special horns. .

Unlike the previous paintings, the red villain has ten

Very abstract facial expression, it is smiling evilly, as if it is forcing the black villain on the altar to do something.

Not only it, but the red little people around are all a successful evil smile, and there are circles of black little people standing outside.

Ji Bai seemed to be able to see this lifelike picture close at hand.

Under the dilemma, the black villain chose to compromise and stepped onto the altar step by step. It gave up the last stubborn eyes without a goddess. The little black left on its body was burned to death, and it would become that group of red evil spirits. The appearance, in the noisy voice of wearing a strange sacrifice, gradually lost himself.

And the same kind of black armored villain far away in the sky was already lying on the ground. Qing Gong Wen Guang said, ”Tea is here, tea is here!” The sudden scream behind him cut off Ji Bai's thoughts.

Seeing the adoptive mother who had claimed to go to serve tea and bring _bi's door to her house, she walked upside down and walked like crazy, her eyes wandering around like mosquitoes.

Most of the water in the porcelain cup was spilled in Dengpo.

Tea comes _1. Ah ah ...I don't know good or bad things, but I don't know good or bad things! ”The adoptive mother saw the scene in the living room, couldn't receive the tea in her hand, clasped her head with her hands, her bulging eyes seemed to burst out.

Naturally, Ji Bai was stunned by the sudden shout. When he reacted, the crazy figure had rushed to him, grabbed the painting in his hand, and ripped it frantically.

”I don't know whether it's good or not. I know...how can I go through other people's things! Dead child, hateful dead child!” The adoptive mother cursed as she went crazy.

Looking at the madness that was very different from the previous gentle and amiable touch, Ji Bai couldn't help but feel sad and distressed and righteous. He suddenly remembered the memory of being tenderly reprimanded by his mother after he committed a crime in his childhood.

Should I say that this feeling of being scolded by my mother has been long gone?

”Why, how can I dig through the cabinets, in other people's homes, there is no politeness at all!” The mother gasped and scolded... the mother, the tea is gone.

”Ah, oh, oh, yeah, the tea has fallen, it has fallen... the mother was taken aback, looking at her empty hands, silently mumbling words that people can't understand and walked back.

”It's okay, one. Once I go to prepare,

.Prepare... Suddenly, my mother turned her head, and her dim old eyes flashed sharply.

”You, you stay here and don't move! You are not allowed to go to other rooms, understand?”

”Pour tea, pour tea, don't be hurried when the guests come... The babbled adoptive mother walks back into the cubicle.

After a moment of silence, in a piece of scraps of paper, Ji Bai turned to look at the room facing Road B and rushed into it without even thinking about it.

The door is not locked, it opens as soon as you push it.

Walking into it was like stepping into a brand new world, Ji Bai was stunned for a moment.

The first thing that catches the eye is the neatly stacked clothing fabrics. The bedding and sheets are clean and spotless, in contrast to the messy and disorderly living room.

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It seems to be a bedroom here. The layout is simple, but it is clean. It is exactly the style of my mother.

In this house like a pig shed, the clean and tidy bedrooms make people feel very uncomfortable and treacherous, but they give Ji Bai a long-lost feeling.

He stepped into the house slowly, sniffing the familiar smell in the air, feeling dry in his heart.

If you compare the whole room to a person, then this bedroom is like a person's heart, with different appearances. Even though the outside is turbid and embarrassing, the heart is still as clear as water, one picture placed on the bedside table. It attracted Ji Bai's attention.