Similarly, Feng Wurao himself also saw the image exactly like him in the album beside him.

Frowning, it happened that the stall owner saw someone standing in front of her stall, so he kept introducing: "Is this young master a picture? This is the portrait just released today. Look at the painter and the paper. I guarantee that after you read this painting, you will immediately find the animal named Feng Wurao!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two fingers that pinched the drawing paper turned white and the veins swelled up!

Animals?

Could he be a beast?

He quickly stared and swept his eyes over the drawing paper one by one. When he saw the detailed introduction above, the life he wrote was a living dead man who had lived for four hundred years. In order to continue his life, he relied entirely on the name of taking disciples to absorb the other party's energy, his chest began to fluctuate violently.

How could this be the case? Why did he become an old monster?

Gu Lingsha was breaking the booklet in her hand, and suddenly felt something was wrong behind her. When she looked back, she was immediately frightened by what she saw in front of her!

In front of the stall, a man in red was looking at the painting in his hand with a dull look at the painting in his hand. On his extremely white face, a faint red light was spreading from his eyebrows and eyes in seconds.

"Master?Master, this is not true, not true."

Seeing this scene, Gu Lingsha was shocked and didn't care about this in public. She couldn't wait to grab the man's wrist, which was already glowing with a faint red light. Without even thinking about it, she dragged him forward quickly.

What's going on? Who did these things?

Running all the way, quickly taking the man to a secluded place. Gu Lingsha let go of his wrist and transported a powerful force to his Tianmen acupoint: "Master, listen to me, those are not real, those are all used by them to deal with you!"

She couldn't wait to explain, and couldn't wait to use her own power to suppress the Burning Sword Evil that was about to move in his body.

Finally, half a quarter of an hour later, his breath gradually calmed down, but his face was still pale and terrible. Seeing that he was still holding his apprentice tightly at this time, he thought of the unsightly words he saw in the portrait, and then he thought of his mind that he had no idea after waking up for no reason. Finally, the corners of his lips moved: "Don't call me again... Master, I don't think I deserve it!"

"Master?" Gu Lingsha's face turned pale when she heard this: "Those who were deliberately framed by others, are not true."

"No, Lingsha, my mind is very messy. Please let me calm down."

Since he woke up, Feng Wurao rarely said such words, because his mind was blank, so he would not think about it, nor dare to think about it. But at this time, as soon as he thought of those dense words that were not resistant to the purpose, he felt very uneasy, confused, and panic.

It's like a child who has lost his way and suddenly hears someone say that the road he has been walking does not belong to him at all, his road is at another end, a dark end that he has never thought about.

Therefore, at this time he was so panicked and so in chaos.
Chapter completed!