Cao Cao called me to rob a tomb

Chapter 47 The Painting Is Really Ugly
By this time there was already silence in the arena.

Everyone watched Wu Liang cast spells attentively, for fear of missing an important scene and regretting it for the rest of his life.

Wu Liang looked back at the expert, and nodded to Wang Qing: "I'm going to start."

"Please!"

Wang Qing's expression tightened, and he took a step back cautiously.

Then I saw Wu Liang smiled slightly, knelt on the futon like a master before, closed his eyes and recited: "Daxian Jiaolong is above, now I'm helpless waiting for the ground on Daxian's head, and I have sent a child here. One boy and one girl, some food and wine..."

Dolls are forbidden!

The master was reluctant at that time, and immediately stood up and shouted at him: "You are so shameless! This is clearly the sacrificial text that the old man just recited, and you used it exactly. Are you the king and governor of the post and the people? Can't you hear it!?"

Hearing this, Wang Qing and the surrounding people became suspicious again. No wonder this sacrificial text sounds so familiar, so what is going on...

Wu Liang, however, was not disturbed by it, and still insisted on reading all the sacrificial texts, then stood up and said to the master with a smile: "Sir, please don't compare you and me, you are asking the great immortal to calm down, but I lied to the evil Jiao and appeared, we are different in nature, if the sacrifices are similar...it is an honor."

I see……

Wang Qing and the people suddenly realized.

And this expert had obviously never encountered such a righteous plagiarist before, not only did he copy in front of him, but he also plausible after copying, he was so angry that his brain was a little confused, so he could only scolded: "You! Tongue like a reed, I will not reason with you, fairness is in the hearts of the people!"

justice?

Are you fair to me?

Wu Liang sneered in his heart, but he didn't say anything more to the master.

Then he got up and took the copper dagger in his right hand, and the gourd he brought in his left hand, posing as if he was facing a great enemy, standing in front of the yellow cloth platform and waiting quietly.

1 minutes.

2 minutes.

5 minutes.

Wu Liang was motionless, his arms were a little numb, and his waist was a little sore.

Depend on!
Why haven't you come yet?
Acting is so fucking hard.

Wang Qing, the masters, and the people around them couldn't hold it any longer. They began to rub their eyes and move their necks. Now it's almost noon, and under the scorching sun, they stretched their necks and eyes and couldn't bear to blink for a long time. It was also very hard.

at this time.

"call--"

A slow breeze came.

coming!

finally come!

Wu Liang shuddered, his spirits lifted, and he clenched the copper dagger even tighter in his hand.

I saw that with the breeze blowing gently, the paper placed on top by Wu Liang had begun to flip.

at last!

"Hula."

With a soft sound, the piece of paper was blown up, flipping and flying into the air.

Also at this moment, Wu Liang's eyes are fast.

"Shh!"

The copper dagger slashed down quickly, and the sharp blade brought a clear sound of breaking through the air, and cut the piece of paper in half with lightning speed!

Become!

"call--!"

Wu Liang breathed a long sigh of relief, put away the dagger, and turned his head confidently, "Wang Duyou, all the people, I have killed the evil Jiaojiao with one knife, and you have no more worries, congratulations!"

Is this over?

Hundreds of faces are dumbfounded.

Whether it's Wang Qing, the masters, or the people who are looking forward to it, they all have a look of "show me this when I take off my pants".

What about killing the evil dragon?
Even if there isn't an earth-shattering battle between ghosts and gods, we have to see some miracles that we don't usually see. It's so simple to cut a piece of paper with a knife, and this is the end?

Come on!
Give me the dagger, and I'll do it!
Especially the expert, if he hadn't had to carry "the burden of an expert," he would probably have laughed out loud now.

You dare to show shame with such a low-level method, and I was frightened for a long time at the expense of the old man, and I was almost fooled by your kid.

The more so, the expert did not come out to expose Wu Liang as before.

Because it's totally unnecessary.

Even if he did not speak, Wang Qing and the people would never give up.

If Wu Liang couldn't give a reasonable argument, or show something that would convince them, the scene would definitely fail, and naturally it wouldn't make him feel better at that time. Enough for him to drink a pot.

Even Chen Jinshui and the others outside were sweating for Wu Liang: "Brother talented, what the hell are you doing, there's no way to deal with it just like this..."

really.

After Wang Qing came back to his senses, he quickly frowned: "Wu Sima, is this what you mean by beheading the Evil Flood Dragon?"

"Exactly!"

Wu Liang nodded his head.

"But... where is the evil dragon? Since you killed the evil dragon, you have to prove it to us. Otherwise, if another people suffer in the future, how will I explain it to the people?"

Wang Qing organized the language and said to Wu Liang as implicitly as possible.

"What's so difficult about this? Go and pick up the piece of paper that I cut off."

Wu Liang smiled and said to the people behind Wang Qing.

Those people were also very puzzled, and seeing that Wang Qing did not object, they hurried over to pick up the two pieces of paper.

Wu Liang instructed them to put the two pieces of paper together in their hands, then took off the gourd stopper with a "bang" and poured the water into the mouth.

"puff--!"

The water mist was evenly sprayed on the paper, and part of it was sprayed on the person holding the paper.

The rest of the people hurriedly avoided, and finally survived.

It's fucking disgusting!

The man holding the paper had a sullen expression on his face. He was about to speak his theory, but Wu Liang shouted again, "Don't move!"

The man froze in place again, looking at Wang Qing with aggrieved expression.

However, at this time, Wang Qing still has no thoughts about him.

I saw that his eyes were gradually widening, and even his mouth was gradually opening, with a look of shock on his face, as if he saw something extraordinary.

Looking at the two pieces of paper again, at this moment, there is actually a bloody thing that looks like a small snake gradually emerging.

This little snake has a short and straight horn on its head, a pair of claws like eagle claws under its body, and its tail is slender and curved like a snake.

And Wu Liang's knife just cut off this weird little snake...

"This... Wu Si, Mr. Wu, this is it?"

Wang Qing's mouth was no longer sharp, and he looked up at Wu Liang in disbelief.

"Yes, this is the Evil Flood Dragon that I killed."

Wu Liang smiled lightly, but his face was slightly hot.

It's so ugly, I can't even see it.

I knew that when I was a child, my parents studied hard when they signed up for the art class. At least the drawings were not so abstract, right?
(End of this chapter)