“This is not real history.”

Xi Zuer's lazy voice was a little cold, "This painting has been changed."

On the picture, Fuxi and Nuwa performed a great reproductive ceremony, which was so beautiful that it made people blush and heart beat.

This is probably not a scene that I imagined by the dead thing in the East China Sea.

She even slapped him when he touched her. He still wanted to make a human with her?

As soon as he raised his hand, he had a fruit knife that was originally placed on the table table. Xi Zuer raised his jade arm lightly and sprinkled it back and forth on the mural.

It's straightforward and neat. It's like a miracle.

Gu Jingyan watched helplessly that the exquisitely carved stone wall was cut off a thick layer of skin by a thin fruit knife, like mud.

"Crazy--" Lime slammed all over the ground.

The mural, which was just clear and complete, disappeared in an instant, leaving only a shining stone wall.

Gu Jingyan was stunned: "You, you are destroying cultural relics...artwork..."

Xi Zuer looked at him indifferently, with red lips slightly raised: "My ancestors are cleaning up the garbage."

Gu Jingyan choked: "..."

When Bo Gucheng saw Gu Jingyan being criticized, his lips curled up, he naturally would not miss this good opportunity to get a knife: "Miss Zuer is doing well. This kind of indecent painting is not worthy of being called a cultural relic. What's more, it is inconsistent with historical facts. Some people are really shallow in their knowledge and self-righteous."

Gu Jingyan: “…”

Damn, if you have the ability, don’t talk about some people, just say it!

Bo Gucheng turned his face and raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Mr. Gu, what do you think? Do you like this kind of mural that is so annoying and can't let go of it?"

Gu Jingyan: “…”

Damn, this man is the best among male vixen, he is simply too cunning.

Xi Zuer stared at the bare walls and thought that someone had built an underground palace that was exactly the same as her palace ten thousand years ago and changed her murals. What is the origin of that person?

Did you simply get the drawings left from ancient times?

Or is it the mortal enemy of the East China Sea, who is not dead at all?

She pinched Fuxiqin tied to the crow's claws: "Last time you said you felt the smell of your master?"

Fuxiqin looked at Bo Gucheng seriously, then looked at Gu Jingyan, and Nangong Mo's sinister face flashed through his mind, and licked his lips: "Ancestor, which one are you referring to?"

It was worried about whether there was something wrong with its recent eyes and taste, and did not dare to make a judgment easily.

After all, if they really had the breath of the Lord, she should be the first one to feel the ancestor of the supreme supernatural powers, right?

Xi Zuer said calmly: "The one who talks about your toys."

Fuxiqin stood up straight: "Right? Ancestor, do you think he is the most suspicious, right? Why did he call me a little thing? Why did he want to capture me? Woo woo woo?"

Xi Zuer pondered: "He built this underground palace."

Fuxi's zither froze: "What does he want to do?"

The little crow patted it with a claw: "Silly Qin, why are you so nervous? Maybe that guy just made it with the drawings passed down from his ancestors. The drawings must have been drawn by your old guy from the East China Sea. That's a bit of an indifference!"

"Hey, Brother Jin, you didn't have a drink party that day. You don't know how terrible he was when he pinched me. I almost thought that was the Lord who borrowed someone to resurrect me!"

"Look at your promising prospect!"

"Ah, Brother Jin Jin Jin Jin someone pinched my butt, my thigh...!" Fuxiqin jumped up, with a cold sweat behind her back.
Chapter completed!