"I'm not worried about the Shadow King, but my brother!"
Murong Wushuang's eyes were fixed on the portrait on the table, and his slender eyebrows could not help but frown slightly.
Although my brother has a gentle temper, he is also a person who thinks highly of himself and has a somewhat aloof air.
Things like portraits can never be asked of him by the Shadow King. He can only do it on his own initiative. He is willing to take the initiative to paint the Shadow King's portrait, which in itself has proven his recognition of the Shadow King.
Thinking of how painful he looked after regaining his memory, how could Murong Wushuang not worry?
"Don't overthink it!"
Feng Manxiu patted her shoulder comfortingly
"I think it's not as serious as you think!"
Outside the window, the sun is getting brighter, and there is a faint sound of roosters crowing from somewhere.
Murong Wushuang carefully rolled up the portrait on the table
"let's go!"
Taking advantage of the darkness before dawn, the two of them sneaked back to the palace smoothly and returned to the study room of Phoenix Palace.
On the low couch, Murong Wuming is still sleeping
Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, Murong Wushuang couldn't help but let out another sigh.
Not sure if he heard her sigh or something happened, Murong Wuming's eyelashes suddenly trembled, and then he opened his eyes.
"Owner……"
Seeing Murong Wuming in front of the couch, the word "人" behind him suddenly got stuck in his throat.
"W-Wushuang!"
He sat up straight suddenly
Murong Wushuang couldn't help but feel a thump in her heart.
From Murong Wuming's unconscious whisper just now, she had already seen how deeply the Shadow King had influenced him.
Holding the portrait in her hand, she suddenly hesitated
"What's in your hand?!"
Murong Wuming noticed the painting in her hand, curiously reached out his hand and took away the paper.
Slowly unfolding it, his eyes couldn't help but froze when he saw the person in the painting.
"Where did this painting come from?!"
Anyway, he had already seen it, and Murong Wushuang no longer hesitated.
"Brother, have you seen the true face of the Shadow King?!"
Murong Wuming nodded slightly, looking at the portrait with eyes full of complicated emotions.
A trace of intolerance arose in his heart, and Murong Wushuang continued to speak.