"In our circle of painting practitioners, although there are some people who own soul-eating pens, the age of the soul-eating black green trees that make the soul-eating pens is basically less than three hundred years old, and they cannot be compared with my soul-eating pen!"
"So, if you want to beat me, unless your brush is also a soul-eating brush, and the soul-eating black green wood you use is more than nine hundred years old, you can't beat me!"
The white-haired old man looked at Ye Feng and continued with a smile.
Snapped!
As the white-haired old man finished speaking, Ye Feng casually took out a soul-devouring pen from the system space and said directly: "Old senior, please help me find out what the soul-devouring black green wood used in this soul-eating pen is."
How old is the tree?"
"Um?"
"You really have a soul-eating pen in your hand!"
Seeing the soul-eating pen that Ye Feng took out, the old man's face showed a look of surprise!
Hahaha!
However, when the white-haired old man checked the soul-eating pen that Ye Feng took out, he suddenly laughed loudly, with a hint of madness in his expression!
"Ten Thousand Years Soul Devouring Xuan Qingmu!"
"It is actually made of ten thousand-year-old soul-eating black green wood. I would like to call this soul-eating pen the number one soul-eating pen in the mainland!"
After saying that, the old man gradually calmed down and looked directly at the soul-eating pen in the box, which he regarded as a treasure.
brush!
The old man took out the soul-eating pen from the box and threw it out. Then he carefully put Ye Feng's soul-eating pen into the box.
This operation of the old man directly stunned Ye Feng on the side.
"Are you planning to rob it tomorrow?"
After reacting, Ye Feng immediately became excited!
"You can no longer use the God of Destruction!"
"We must give the Prodigal Guards a chance to come out for air."
"Let's make the Prodigal Guards official. The one-armed madman and the little girl are both in the sect, so there are only eight left. I hope it's not the barefoot man. It would be best to have another one that I haven't seen before!"
Um?
Just when Ye Feng was thinking about who would come out soon, he suddenly saw the white-haired old man opposite him handing him the box containing the Soul-Eating Pen.
what's the situation?
I have taken off my pants, you turned off the movie for me?
Ye Feng feels like this now. He is ready to fight back. But you sent the things back, and it also came with a box with a formation?
"Little friend, your soul-devouring pen is useless to others, but in the eyes of the painting cultivator, it is a priceless treasure. You must not take it out casually in the future, otherwise it may cause you to be killed!"
After forcing the box to Ye Feng, the old man reminded him earnestly.
"Didn't you just want to snatch my soul-eating pen?"
After looking at the box in his hand and then at the white-haired old man opposite, Ye Feng also asked with surprise on his face.
"Steal your soul-eating pen?"
"Although I don't know who you are, you are secretly guarded by the three war gods of the Chiyang Kingdom. Even if I have this idea, do I dare?"
As he said that, the white-haired old man looked directly out the window, signaling to Ye Feng that the three war gods protecting the country were guarding outside the window!
"so close!"
"It's so scary!"
"I did have that thought just now. If it hadn't been for the three war gods outside inadvertently releasing a trace of murderous intent when I put the soul-eating pen into the box, I would be a corpse now!"
The white-haired old man was extremely frightened at this time. He also did not expect that the seemingly ordinary young man in front of him had such a terrifying background!
groove!
If the three war gods didn't take a good look at the paintings, why would they run out after me? I finally encountered a hostile element. Is it easy for me?
After learning the reason, Ye Feng felt helpless and showed a wry smile.
"Little friend, I lost the bet this time. I will ask someone to give you a set of things you need for painting soon. As for your additional conditions, you can come to me at any time. As long as I don't ascend to the upper world, I will be dead forever.
efficient!"
Knowing that Ye Feng's identity was not simple, the white-haired old man quickly cashed in his bet!
"You don't have to wait until later."
"I need you to help me draw nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven paintings!"
Why not 10,000 pieces? Because Ye Feng planned to leave three soul-devouring pens and take them back to Bai Lei. After all, Bai Lei needed to complete three paintings.
"More, how many pictures?"
Hearing Ye Feng's words, the white-haired old man's eyes suddenly widened. He was going to draw him to death!
"Don't worry, the paintings I need you to draw are just ordinary paintings and do not need to contain any artistic conception."
Seeing the horrified white-haired old man, Ye Feng also smiled and explained.
call!
Hearing this, the white-haired old man let out a sigh of relief. If it were an ordinary painting, it would be a piece of cake for him. Not to mention nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven paintings, even ten thousand paintings would not be difficult.
!
"Chen Ming, immediately bring over 10,000 sets of ordinary painting items."
Immediately afterwards, the white-haired old man shouted directly to the handsome young man downstairs. The old voice penetrated the wall and clearly reached the ears of the handsome young man downstairs.
"I'll provide you with a paintbrush!"
After hearing the old man's words, Ye Feng also started to take out the soul-devouring pens one by one from the system space. Each soul-devouring pen was made of ten thousand-year-old soul-devouring black green wood!
Why!
Outside the room, the three war gods saw this scene through their spiritual consciousness, and they also sighed together.
They are not painting cultivators, so they don't know much about this kind of soul-eating pen, but the white-haired old man has just explained it. Since Ye Feng can take out a soul-eating pen made of ten thousand years of soul-devouring black green wood, now
The soul-eating pens taken out one after another are absolutely the same!
Recalling the torture they suffered yesterday, at this moment, they even began to sympathize with the white-haired old man. This was simply more uncomfortable than killing him!
"Little friend, you, you don't want me to draw with these soul-eating pens made of ten thousand-year-old soul-eating black green wood!"
Seeing the densely packed soul-devouring pens in front of him, the white-haired old man was really going crazy. He never dreamed that Ye Feng would have so many. It was okay if he had them, but he couldn't be so busy!
It's ridiculous that he still treats the nine-year-old soul-eating pen made of Xuan Qingmu as a treasure. Who would have thought that others would not even take the ten-thousand-year-old soul-eating pen seriously!
"That's right, just use these soul-devouring pens to draw. One painting will use up one!"
"Because my time is tight, so just draw a chicken!"
After saying that, Ye Feng was worried that the old man could not draw, so he deliberately concentrated his spiritual power on his fingers and drew a chicken on the table nearby for the old man to draw easily!
A small circle, draw a big circle below, draw a < in front of the small circle, and draw two tree branches like the word "小" below the big circle. Do you call this a chicken cub?
Anyway, why don't you draw the eyes!
Seeing the chicken that Ye Feng drew on the table, the white-haired old man's breathing became rapid, as if he was going to faint from anger at any moment!
After the endless coma, Shi Yu suddenly stood up from the bed.
He took a deep breath of fresh air, his chest trembling.
Confused, confused, and all kinds of emotions came to my mind.
Where is this?
Afterwards, Shi Yu subconsciously looked around and became even more confused.
A single dorm?
Even if he was successfully rescued, he should be in the ward now.
And my body...how could I not have any injuries at all?
With doubts, Shi Yu's eyes quickly swept across the room, and finally his eyes rested on a mirror beside the bed.
The mirror showed his current appearance. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he looked very handsome.
But the problem is, this is not him!
My previous self was a handsome young man in his twenties who had been working for a while.
And now, no matter how you look, this appearance is that of a high school student...
This change left Shi Yu stunned for a long time.
Don't tell him that the operation was successful...
My body and appearance have all changed. This is not a matter of surgery or not, but magic.
He turned into a completely different person!
Could it be...that he traveled through time?
In addition to the mirror placed by the bedside, which was obviously not feng shui-friendly, Shi Yu also found three books next to it.
Shi Yu picked it up and took a look. The title of the book instantly silenced him.
"Essential Animal Breeding Manual for Beginner Breeders"
"Postpartum Care of Pet Pets"
"Evaluation Guide for Interracial Beast-Eared Girls"
Shi Yu:???
The names of the first two books are pretty normal, but what happened to the last one?
"cough."
Shi Yu looked solemnly and stretched out his hand, but his arm soon stiffened.
Just when he was about to open the third book and see what it was about, his brain suddenly felt a sharp pain, and a large number of memories came flooding back.
Icefield City.
Pet animal breeding base.
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