in the name of evil

Chapter 21 She Is Better Than Tyson

If ghosts are not afraid of light, it means that even in the daytime, there may be strange things appearing under the bed. This is a great disrespect for the word sense of security, and it is also an expression of extreme disrespect for martial arts.

Song Xian blinked her beautiful two-dimensional eyes, and seemed a little confused:
"I don't know, I am usually weak during the day, and the sun will cause me a strong burning sensation. Even that guy can only move around during the day by forming a mirror image. If the body is revealed, it will also be exposed to sunlight. It's gone to ashes."

That guy was referring to the mirror ghost, of course.

Jiang Li nodded, thoughtfully: "Could it be because the oil painting is on my body now? Your strength comes from the oil painting, right?"

Song Xian nodded, and then seemed to think of something: "By the way, there seems to be something conscious in this oil painting, and my strength comes from it.

But I don't know why, after you, my lord, you devoured it, my connection with it disappeared. Although I can still cling to it, I can feel that my source of strength has now become you, and I It's more connected to you than it is to oil painting. "

Jiang Li frowned. She became the source of Song Xian's strength. Wasn't she weakened at the epic level?

Moreover, it was Xiaocao who swallowed the oil painting, and it had nothing to do with him.

Seeing Jiang Li's frown, Song Xian immediately became trembling, afraid that something she said would make the other party unhappy.

A burst of fear passed through Jiang Li's heart, and he realized that he had inadvertently frightened Song Xian, so he got up and patted Song Xian on the head:

"This is also a good thing, at least you will not only be able to see Jiangcheng at night in the future, but also, you don't need to call me Sir, my name is Jiang Li, just call me by my name."

"Yeah." Song Xian nodded obediently, relieved.

Song Xian was a head shorter than Jiang Li, and she couldn't see her expression when she lowered her head, and Jiang Li didn't notice that her earlobes were slightly red.

"By the way, do you want to go home?"

Changing the subject, Jiang Li asked.

"Go home." Song Xian raised her head abruptly, her eyes gleaming with hope, she opened her mouth, but she didn't give an affirmative answer after all, but lowered her head slowly.

"For the time being. I don't want to go back for the time being. I don't want my father to see me like this"

Seeing this, Jiang Li sighed and comforted her.

He understood that Song Xian didn't want to see her family again in such a posture, which was more difficult than getting them to accept that Song Xian was dead.

Moreover, Jiang Li didn't figure out what Xiaocao's background was and what he could do. No matter what he said, he couldn't bring Song Xian back to life.

When my daughter woke up at night, she got out of the mirror and gave herself a hug. This was not a surprise, but a fright.

"Then let's do this first. You will live with me temporarily. When the time is right, you can go to see your father."

Jiang Li sat back on the sofa, smiling, trying his best to let Song Xian feel that he was a kind person, and relieve the other party's awe of him.

Whether it is Song Xian's awe of Jiang Li in her heart, or the hurdle of not being able to face her family, it will take time to smooth these things out.

Song Xian nodded like a chicken pecking rice when she heard the words, looking very cute.

If I hadn't seen you crumpling that mirror ghost into a ball and crushing it flat, then tearing off its face, I would have almost believed that you were a harmless beautiful girl. Jiang Li complained in his heart.

"Oh, one more thing, both you and the mirror ghost can go through the mirror, right?"

Jiang Li suddenly remembered that he hadn’t asked the most important thing yet. He wanted to slap himself when he thought of this. Jiang Li, Jiang Li, you were not like this before. Si Mensao, who wears glasses, you have changed, and you have become more concerned about girls, bah, Jiang Li, you are disgusting, and Si Mensao, who has done all kinds of bad things!

Song Xian did not hesitate, and directly confessed everything about herself: "Yes, our strength comes from oil paintings, which can independently create an independent space. Mirrors, as the most psychic thing, are often regarded as independent by oil paintings. A portal to space and the real world.

However, what I am good at is not the same as what it is good at. It is good at using the negative emotions of the people killed by it to confuse others, while what I am good at is relatively simple. "

Song Xian smiled embarrassedly, showing a cute little canine tooth:
"I'm simply good at beating people, especially after the oil painting was devoured by Da Jiang, Brother Jiang Li, my ability in this area has been greatly improved, and only then can I beat that guy."

Jiang Li couldn't help but recalled the scene where Song Xian pressed the mirror ghost on the ground and ravaged and rubbed it, and subconsciously touched his nose.

And that was when Song Xian didn't get her face back and her soul was still incomplete.

If the current state is fully open, it is estimated that if you punch it, you will kneel on the ground and beg the mirror ghost not to die.

Force speed double A weak woman!
This is Jiang Li's evaluation of Song Xian, and this weak woman is now Jiang Li's loyal little girl.

However, Jiang Li keenly noticed a small detail. He always thought that the mirror world existed independently, and the oil painting was only the key to this space, but he never thought that this space was created by the oil painting.

It sounds like this oil painting is even more perverted than I thought, and this is just a trial task, and the road ahead has a long way to go! Jiang Li felt a little uneasy about becoming the richest man in the future.

However, he was not too worried. No matter how perverted the oil painting was, it would still be eaten by the grass. Although he couldn't figure out the purpose of the grass, the boat would always be straight when it reached the bridge, and there would always be a solution.

"So are you staying outside, or are you going back to painting?"

After asking the questions he wanted to know, Jiang Li was going to sleep for a while. He hadn't slept all night and the excitement of the attack period had passed, so he was already starting to feel a little tired.

"I..." Song Xian hesitated to speak, she seemed a little embarrassed.

"What's the matter, don't worry about it, just say it directly." Jiang Li showed a smile that he thought was very warm.

"Can I stay next to that little grass in your body? I feel that I will improve faster by its side. I think I can have the power to help you earlier, and I don't want to hold you back."

Song Xian looked at her toes, whispered, and glanced at Jiang Li's expression from time to time to observe his reaction:
"If not."

"Yes." Jiang Li looked like a big brother next door who would be obedient to his younger sister when he was acting like a baby, while saying to himself that you are so fierce, I, Jiang, how can I let you hold you back, and happily agreed.

Song Xian's fierceness means that in the future, when encountering a situation that requires action, she can settle it without using it.

Since you think I'm strong, then I won't explain it. I'll be on the side OB in the fight, pretend to be a master without talking, and take the points happily and easily. Why not do it?

With Jiang Li's approval, Song Xian happily returned to the space in Jiang Li's mind. This time, she did not enter the oil painting, but turned into an anime villain, sitting obediently beside Xiaocao.

The oil painting seemed a little dissatisfied, but seeing Xiaocao just flung its leaves arrogantly, leaving Song Xian alone, it had no choice but to shy away obediently.

Song Xian was like a cat sucking catnip, looking intoxicated by Xiaocao's side.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Li no longer observed them at ease, leaned on the sofa, and fell into a deep sleep.

Until he was woken up by the notification tone of his mobile phone.

　It's New Year's Eve, is everyone home yet?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)