Chen Fu: "Stand up."

The shadow fluctuates, but it still remains the same.

Chen Fu stared at him with his eyes drooping.

The demon finally returned to his human form.

The two are completely using their eyes to communicate, and the magic painter recasts the pen with black gas, "I'm not good at this."

Before he finished speaking, a cold touch came from the back of his hand.

Chen Fu glanced at him: "Concentrate."

The brushwork is completely different from the Magic's Cube. It is vigorous and powerful. In a blink of an eye, the prototype of a tower has emerged. Chen Fu held his hand, outlined it carefully, with a focused expression, and the lines on his side face are very soft.

This scene was very seductive when it fell into Shui Yue's eyes, and the magic of the painting was breathing even more rapidly.

The tower had reached the ninth floor, and Chen Fu was about to stop writing, and the magic demon suddenly said, "It's even higher, and this level cannot suppress them."

Countless black dots forced into the suction of the Demon-Suppressing Tower began to rush wildly when they heard this, as if they were roaring.

Chen Fu looked at the black dots that were still struggling on the first layer, feeling suspicious.

The magic of the painting insisted on a mere nine levels, which was not enough.

Nine is the extreme, Chen Fu has never heard of the number of the Demon-Suppressing Tower above nine: "In your opinion, how many are appropriate?"

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine floors."

The demon of painting enjoyed the process of Chen Fu taking him to paint.

The next second, the dream is shattered.

Chen Fu took a step back and silently announced the end of the painting.

The magic painter savored the warmth in his hands and his eyes were disappointed.

The insects are still wandering between the gaps in the bones, eliminating the terrifying black spots, and the picture is less weird.

Jinhua breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it over..."

It is hard to imagine if those things just now would still be alive in the town.

Chen Fu's eyes did not shift, and he stared at the painting: "It's not that easy."

"The formation of demons is far from being completed overnight," said the demon in the painting lightly: "For the demons inside, it will take at least a year or two to become a climate."

Chen Fu: "This picture of white bones is probably just for keeping a backup plan."

The Demon: "What do they do?"

The back of Shuiyue and Jinhua cooled down, and then they realized that they accidentally discovered a great relationship.

Shuiyue was about to cry and she was crying: "I swear to the sky that I will never reveal any of what I saw today."

As early as the riverside, he should have guessed that there was an ulterior motive between Chen Fu and Hua Demon. Otherwise, Hua Demon would have taken action for a human for no reason... The wise choice is to stay away from Chen Fu.

Chen Fu's lips moved. As soon as he said a word, Shui Yue put his hands together and bowed: "Around us."

"Why are you taking your life without grievances?"

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

After coming out once, he almost died several times. After Jinhua returned, she continued to be sick and reduce contact with the outside world.

The smell of firecrackers exploded everywhere, indicating that Liu Xue is already considered the mistress of half the house.

The guests dispersed one after another. At this time, the wedding was generally held at night, but the Chi family chose to be in the morning, and the end was only noon.

Liu Xue was not with the groom, and walked from the other end with a booklet, and met Shen Fu unexpectedly.

Chen Fu did not say hello, and she took the initiative to come over.

"Leasebook?"

Liu Xue nodded: "Since you have become the wife of the Chi family, you have to take over these things slowly."

She covered her nose with her hands, disliked the smell of the air: "The sound of firecrackers lit up is very noisy, but their ending is quiet."

Chen Fushen agreed: "It's all like cannon fodder, of course it's quiet."

Liu Xue's face froze, and what she wanted to say later was blocked.

"you……"

The moment Chen Fu turned around and left, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

"Hiss." A stinging pain came from Liu Xue's palm, and her skin was red in the center. She had no doubt that she would let go a few seconds later and her hands would be burned.

However, Chen Fu did not hold a sharp object, so the injury came from nowhere.

"What role do you play?" Liu Xue asked reluctantly.

Chen Fu smiled and said, "Some people sing operas, some people watch operas."

Liu Xue had some courage from somewhere: "You have to pay for the show."

Chen Fu waved his hand to her and said seriously: "One day if you die, I will worship you."

Liu Xue suddenly smiled, her eyes wet, and then she remembered that her family was no longer there, and there was not even a funeral.

"Thanks."

Chen Fu paused, and walked straight forward without turning back.

The wedding night should be a time of intoxicating and gentleness, but it was terminated by howling.

These painful roars did not come from the Chi family, but outside the house, you could feel the fear in it through a high wall.

No going out after midnight.

The Chi family abides by this rule very much. Even though the screams continued to deepen, they did not step out of the room for a while, but locked the doors and windows tightly.

Chen Fu was fearless and quietly pushed open the door and came to the high wall to find out.

The demon of painting appeared, "Stand on my shoulders and hold you up."

Chen Fu: "Just just take me over."

The devil is silent.

Chen Fu raised his eyebrows: "Can't you do it?"

The Demon of Painting: "I can go straight through the wall."

It is something that only ghosts can do when floating over.

To abstain from being able to do so, the magic magic changed to a euphemism: "It's not impossible."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black mist turned into a gust of mist and floated out of the high wall.

After a moment, he returned and landed again with a handsome man: "However, I can't take you there in that form."

Chen Fu lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly, but his face was vaguely comparable to the dark clouds gradually gathering in the sky.

The demon in the painting whispered: "Do you still want to go up?"

"go."

Leaning on the high wall, I looked down at most Xichen Town.

I soon saw the source of the wailing sound, which was a middle-aged couple.

The woman had no strength anymore, and she stumbled for a while before falling to the ground. The man did not help her and ran forward desperately.

The one who chased them was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, climbing forward with his hands and feet at a very fast speed.

The woman was soon entangled by the silver threads spitting out of his mouth.

"Xiaofeng, I am my mother!" the woman screamed.

The boy had already lost his mind, his pupils turned yellow, and at first glance they looked like the eyes of insects.

"It was you... who deceived us to stay in the town for a few more days..." The boy spoke intermittently, but his voice was a young girl.

The men ran to the end of the street and were pierced by a silver thread and dragged over alive, leaving a blood mark on the ground.

"Forgive me!" The man was in pain, and no longer had the strength to say anything more.

The silver wire surrounded them, wrapping them tightly a little bit.

At first, blood was oozing out, and later the bone fragments could be seen. When we returned to peace, the couple had disappeared except for the silver thread stained with blood.

The boy licked the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, retracted the silk, and crawled into the bushes and disappeared.

Chen Fu: "What's the matter?"

"magic."

Chen Fu suddenly held the magician's face, and the latter was flattered.

Chen Fu: "You must be the handsomest among the demons."

Fortunately, it didn't grow crooked.
To be continued...