Chichi...

Chichichichi...

The dark shadow flower, the "flower" composed of countless skins, was submerged in his palm.

Infiltrates the pores and enters the blood vessels.

Xia Yuan shook his palms and spread his arms wide.

I saw that his blood vessels had turned into a pitch-black "net" on the inside of his forearm, and the black and evil blood was flowing in it.

What followed was an update of his pre-retinal information:

[Herdess: Insight, divination, painting (consolidation of mind—it takes three years and four months)]

"Drawn skin?"

The eyes turned.

Self-evident information emerges in my mind.

To draw the skin, you can change the skin with just one thought.

"What's going on?"

Xia Yuan pondered about the scene where he fought with Shadow Puppet before.

Because the initial battle was based on the increase of Ning Bao's power, he destroyed many shadow puppets, and the burned shadow puppets began to merge.

The bombardment destroyed one hundred skins and fused them into fifty.

The newly generated fifty skins were destroyed and fused into twenty-five ones.

Every time you fusion, the power of the shadow puppet will be a little stronger.

In the end, the shadow puppet became the only one, and it was his turn to be suppressed and beaten.

However, the time for the tyrant's talent locked down has come, and he directly locked the only shadow puppet and then killed it.

Just after killing the shadow puppet, he directly absorbed the "ashes" of the shadow puppet.

Through divination, fortune-telling is calculated to be "good luck".

He hadn't considered the possibility of possession of evil spirits, but that subtle feeling gave him a mentality of "slowly digesting this ashes".

He also considered whether he had sensory deception, but when he was in the carriage, he began to increase information loomingly after his [hermit] talent in front of the retina, and a feeling of "about to have new power" was also emerging.

This is not a deception, is it?

"Then try..."

Xia Yuan took a step forward, his mind moved slightly, and his skin suddenly changed "real" changes.

Turn your head.

The bronze mirror shows the appearance of an old man, with white hair, hooked nose, and vicious eyes.

He picked one of his hair and it turned out to be really white and haggard, which was the kind of hair that an elderly man in his octogenarian would have.

He turned around again and turned around in circles.

The skin has undergone a "real" change.

Xia Yuan turned his head and looked into the bronze mirror. This time, a girl appeared in the bronze mirror, watery and beautiful, with her black hair hanging down from her shoulders, covering her thin and adorable shoulders. This girl turned out to be the woman in red he had seen in the shadow puppet troupe before.

"Oh My God..."

No matter how calm Xia Yuan was, he couldn't help but exclaim, and what was terrifying was that his voice was actually a woman's voice.

He walked a few steps, and the girl in the mirror also took a few steps.

He lay in front of the mirror and looked at the completely different size, height, and even weight of the white-haired old man just now, and was a little lost for a moment.

Xia Yuan returned to a certain distance and continued to try.

A rough and reckless man, a hunter in the mountains, a gentle young man, a butcher with a flesh-faced face, an ordinary woman, a handsome scholar, a majestic knight, a small child...

A pair of looks appeared in front of the mirror.

But soon, Xia Yuan discovered something.

"It seems that there are only a hundred fixed images, which should be the original composition of the shadow puppet... It's a pity that every time the body changes, the clothes cannot be changed, which is a shortcoming.

So, if the monster power Chaos God is powerful enough to a certain extent, it can be absorbed as part of the talent, or is it just that this painting skin fits the talent of the hermit, so it is absorbed, or is it other principle?

In addition, the method of absorption is through blood, so what is the connection between this and seeing the "Immortal" after the Nine-Level Earth Lock? After all, it is all through blood..."

He murmured to himself, asking these questions back to him.

Just as I was about to study it again, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Not long after, the teacher's wife's voice came: "Yuan'er, are you asleep?"

"I'm not asleep yet."

Ning Xiaoran stopped in front of the door, "My master has something to say to you, can you come in?"

Xia Yuan walked towards the door of the house. When he took the first step, he was an old man, the second step was a young man, the third step was a young girl, and the fourth step became himself. Then he opened the door and said gently: "Master's wife, what's wrong?"

Ning Xiaoran held a small purple clay pot in her hand. She hurried into the house and placed the yellow wooden tray on the table. Then, she didn't immediately uncover the lid of the pot when the soup was cold, just said, "Close the door and sit next to the master's wife."

"Um."

Xia Yuan responded, followed suit, then sat over and sniffed it. A rich aroma of meat mixed with a little medicine came to his nose. The master's wife had a very good craftsmanship, and the fragrance was so strange that it made people's index fingers sway.

Xia Yuan's eyes lit up and he swallowed.

He was raised by his master's wife since he was a child. Even though he had some experiences before traveling through time, he had long been covered by his experience in this life.

"What's wrong, Master's wife?"

"Yuan'er, tell your teacher's wife honestly, how much is your relationship with the White Dragon King?"

Xia Yuan suddenly felt silent when he thought of himself and Ning Bao.

He didn't want to lie in front of his master's wife.

So, he chose to remain silent.

Ning Xiaoran looked at his appearance and thoughtfully turned the Q&A into multiple-choice questions: "Then are your relationships good or bad?"

Xia Yuan: "Okay."

"Really, or not?"

"real."

Ning Xiaoran said strangely: "Can our ancestors talk to you? So, it's not that the master's wife has a generation gap with you, but that you have a generation gap with your master's wife?"

Xia Yuan smiled, but I don’t know how to explain it.

Ning Bao's ancestor looked like he was just posing in front of outsiders.

Ning Xiaoran said: "Then do you and the White Dragon King have any..."

Her thumbs stood up, her fists tightly closed and moved closer, her fingers shook, and she clicked again. This was the meaning of the word.

Xia Yuan shook his head directly, "No."

Ning Xiaoran was confused.

It took her a long time to react, "Really?"

"I am innocent and Ning Bao."

Ning Xiaoran coughed twice.

In this world, you can only call her Ning Bao.

Others are either called the White Dragon King, the ancestor, or the grandmaster of the country. Even if they call it the name directly, it is Ning Wuxie...

She looked at the child she raised like a monster, and suddenly she asked curiously and quietly: "Do you spoil her or do she spoil you?"

As soon as he asked, Zhu Zhenyue's cough came from outside the door...

"Madam, how old is, stop gossiping..."

Ning Xiaoran smiled awkwardly, then leaned over and said, "Your master is eavesdropping. Next time, the master's wife comes to chat with you while he is not here. This is a pot of herb fragrant meat, you can eat it while it is hot."

As he said that, Ning Xiaoran got up and went out. Outside the door, the conversation between her and Lao Zhu came, as well as some small quarrels between husband and wife, and could vaguely hear words such as "How come you are like Lingyun".

Xia Yuan smiled and felt it was quite warm.

Removing the lid of the casserole.

The delicious food rushed into the air along the steaming heat. With just a slight sucking, the aroma penetrated into two rolls of white snakes and entered his nose.
Chapter completed!