The hard lines, yet perfect, seemed to be carved by heaven.
The silver mask actually seemed to become real under the sunlight. \ Within a moment, a small portrait of a masked man appeared on the paper.
It was exactly the same, and even the arrogance in his eyes was vividly drawn.
Feng Tianlan looked at the portrait on the paper and thought carefully about the people she once knew.
There was no trace of this person.
It seemed that she didn't know him, but since she didn't know him, why did she and Mo Bai need to be separated like this?
Feng Tianlan really couldn't figure it out, so she crumpled the small portrait into a ball, threw it off the cliff, turned the wheel on her own, and retreated.
She needs to take good care of herself and practice again.
She will never be controlled by this masked man.
Never The back figure of Feng Tianlan sitting in the wheelchair is thin and aloof, but she also has an imposing manner that cannot be underestimated.
The crumpled portrait fell down the edge of the cliff, floated away in the wind, and flew in a certain direction.
On the edge of the cliff on another mountain peak, a masked man sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, leisurely and quiet, like that worldly expert hidden deep in the forest.
Only at this time did his arrogant and aloof aura show up a little.
It's weakened a bit, so it's not so powerful that it makes you breathless.
The crumpled portrait seemed to be conscious, floating straight in front of the masked man before landing on his lap.
Feeling something, the masked man opened his eyes, and his arrogant eyes immediately appeared.
He lowered his head and glanced at the crumpled paper ball.
His eyes did not waver.
He looked at it for a while before picking up the paper ball.
"She was so helpless that she asked for help in this way."
The masked man's voice was a little cold, and he was somewhat mocking Feng Tianlan's behavior.
He had set up a formation on that mountain peak.
Without his permission, outsiders could not go up, and they could not go down the mountain.
Even things with her scent could not reach the bottom of the mountain, but would come to his side.
The reason was that she brought a letter to Si Mobai in order to escape.
But he didn't expect that Feng Tianlan would ask for help in such a stupid way, which was not like her at all.
The masked man curled his lips in a mocking manner and spread out the paper ball gracefully.
However, he was stunned for a moment when he saw that his small portrait was clearly drawn on the crumpled paper ball.
That's him painted on it The masked man couldn't believe it, and he felt novel again.
He slowly spread out the paper ball and looked at the little portrait that was exactly the same as him.
The cold, arrogant and aloof eyes were even more similar, as if he were the same.
Looking at myself.
"I can't escape, so I plan to use a beauty trap."
The masked man looked at the portrait and couldn't help but smile.
Even with her wrinkled appearance now, she also wanted to use a beauty trap.
At this time, I was still in the mood to draw a small portrait of him, which was quite interesting.
The masked man chuckled mockingly, crumpled the paper into a ball again, and raised his hand to destroy it, but he couldn't help but pause, looked up, and somehow retracted his hand.
He smoothed the paper again, took another look at the portrait, and used his spiritual power to smooth it out some more.
Although it was still very wrinkled and could not be restored to its original shape, he looked at it interestingly.
He took out a book and folded the portrait away.
Got in.
"I want to see how you use the honey trap
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