Sacrifice of evil god

Chapter 146 The Red Spot Plague

They were afraid that the famous painting would be damaged, and the security guards were also afraid in their hearts. What kind of strange power is hidden in this person who can fly up and break into the building out of thin air.Therefore, no one dared to shoot at will, but waited for orders and further instructions from Mr. Zianini.

Ji slowly raised his hand, signaling the security guards to press fire and not to move rashly.Then he politely turned to the young man who claimed to be the owner of the painting, and said in a deep voice, "Your honored guest claims to be a descendant of the Qi family, do you have any ID?"

The young man squinted slightly, and seemed to have made a major decision in just a second——Yuebai's hood was suddenly taken off, and the mask that covered his face was also ripped off. Everyone gasped, stunned Looking at it intently, the face that was exactly the same as that in the thousand-year-old painting appeared vividly in front of everyone.

But it is not accurate to say that they are exactly the same. If the magnificent beauty in the ancient painting is a piece of perfect jade, then the young man standing in front of him at this moment is like a dilapidated, beaten woman everywhere. A broken doll in tattered patches.

He didn't have the beauty's black waterfall hair like the sky and the galaxy, but he was like a prisoner who had just been released from prison, with a bald head with only a short inch of hair.On the lower half of the thin face, there were two shocking red spots - presumably he was the same, no wonder he still had to cover the cloak airtightly in the hot summer.

In terms of being ugly, he seems to have met the shocking standard, but for some reason, the unyielding look in his clear eyes is the only one that amazes, sighs, and believes. The person in the painting who is thousands of years away must have an indescribable relationship with him, and there is an indescribable story hidden in those eyes that seem to contain a deep spring.

Ji raised his hand again, and this time, he directly waved away all the security guards.Out of curiosity, the security guards withdrew from the door.

Seeing this, Qi Yue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Since he withdrew from the trap formation two years ago in order to let Tie go away, he willingly cut off the ten armors, and could no longer become a sacrifice for Glutton, his body, which was born as a container for evil gods, had no master anymore. Moisturized by the "rain and dew", it is like flowers losing their fertilizer and soil, and gradually showing the appearance of withering and withering.It was like an endless plague. Ugly red spots began to spread uncontrollably on his originally white and tender skin. The occasional, burning pain reminded him all the time that he would never lose his love and be eaten. The bleakness of abandonment.

And his already humble spiritual energy also faded with the disappearance of most of the trap array.His spiritual power was getting weaker day by day, and when he was really desperate and unable to do anything, he could only take a risk, hoping to use the last bit of spiritual power he had accumulated for a long time to commit a monstrous crime that would attract the attention of the media, hoping that, If in Tie's heart there was still a sliver of unrequited love for him, he could come out to see him at the last moment.

Therefore, trying to shatter the bulletproof glass just now was almost the limit of his remaining spiritual power.Although he is still raising his hand at this moment, making a gesture that can hurt someone again, and bluffing without showing any weakness, but he knows clearly in his heart that if he lost the bet the moment he took off the mask just now, then he may, has Killed under random gunfire, and there was no way to fight back.

Qi Yue covered her mask and hood again and asked: "Mr. Zianini, right? Now that I have proved my identity, may I leave with my painting?"

However, at this moment, with the sound of the safety catch being pulled, a gun was lifted up, and the black muzzle was aimed at Qi Yue without hesitation.

"Come on, show me the show just now again!" Shen Qingshang, who had been watching for a long time, suddenly opened his mouth. When he opened his mouth, it was the fierce style of running the underworld, fighting with his life and never giving in. He stared angrily, pointed at his head with a gun in one hand and gritted his teeth, "You fucking come again! Something is coming towards me! See if it's your hand, it's faster to shatter my skull, or it's me The bullets that pierced your ventricles will be easier!"

Qi Yue was stunned, he didn't expect that there was someone who was not afraid of death.

Fortunately, at this moment, Shen Qingshang's husband, Yi, raised his hand and pressed down on his lover's muzzle, which was full of evil spirits: "Xiaoqing, it seems that we are too impolite for you to treat guests like this. Since Mr. Qi has proved himself He is a descendant of the person in the painting, so we shouldn't embarrass him. I believe Mr. Qi has his own reasons for borrowing the painting today."

Afterwards, he nodded politely towards Qi Yue, raised the corners of his lips slightly and said, "Mr. Qi, if you need a painting, you can take it away first, and if there is a chance in the future, it will not be too late to return it..."

Before the words were finished, Qi Yue's figure had disappeared into the dark sky outside the broken window of the building.

With a face full of ease, Yi sat back and drank the red wine.

Shen Qingshang pouted, and sat down on Ji's lap in dissatisfaction: "Honey, why did you let him go so cheaply? We paid a lot of money for that painting!"

There was mystery in his smile, he gently put his arms around his lover's waist and said, "Interesting...Xiao Qing, don't you think that Mr. Qi just now is as interesting as 'that Mr.'? A painting, If it can be exchanged for a wonderful play to watch, it is worth it."

"Hmph, what do you still say, I get angry when you mention your 'that gentleman'! Why did you give him the small island we vacationed as a base for settlement? Huh? Huh, what do you still say' want Have a heart of awe', don't they rely on us to get along well in this world with their ghosts and ghosts?"

"Oh, my little Qing," Moe lovingly scratched Shen Qingshang's nose and said, "With him, those rich people who used to fight against us, haven't they been very honest in the past two years? Don't find them A little spiritual sustenance, how can we do business so peacefully? Well, my baby?"

"Cut," Shen Qingshang sneered disdainfully, and there was charm in the movement of returning to scrape, "In my opinion, if we can use it, let's continue to use it; if one day, we can't control it, just simply, Even 'him' will be killed together!"

"Hahahaha, alright, alright, let's pack up, and we'll have dinner with Andy later."

"Forget it, he's a coquettish bag with heavy make-up, I'm sick of seeing it, I don't...oh, wait..." Shen Qingshang suddenly shook the phone in his hand, "Andy has a message, 'I'm a little bit late Urgent matter, only pick up tonight, dinner canceled'? Damn, who does he think he is, as if anyone would care about eating with him..."