Do You Know How to Capture a Villain?

Ji Qingzhuo heard Shen Rongyu's answer, and she quickly repeated the sentence Shen Rongyu taught her: "Xiaoyu, I want to see it, please let me see it."

Shen Rongyu's big palm covered her eyes, and the temperature in his palm cooled down—because he had no intention of maintaining his disguise.

He no longer has the body temperature of a human being, but he was once a real human being.

Live, heart beating, body warm, human.

He felt that it was ridiculous for him to deny the existence of this matter all the time. He covered Ji Qingzhuo's eyes. Could it be that she couldn't see that this matter did not exist?

Shen Rongyu didn't know what happened. After many years, she could see her portrait in the distant Liang Guozhu Palace.

The last time he saw her, she also died soon, an arrow shot through the skull, blood and brains burst, far from the solemn appearance in the painting.

Only he remembers who she is, and only she remembers who he is.

After Ji Qingzhuo said that, she fell silent. She pursed her lips, feeling the temperature of Shen Rongyu's fingertips cooling down a little bit, until he was as cold as the snow outside the window.

She clenched Shen Rongyu's big palm with her backhand, warming him with the warmth of her palm.

Until Shen Rongyu slowly moved his hand away, he said, "Okay."

Shen Rongyu's voice was pulling, like this "good", it came from the depths of his chest, he blocked it with all his strength, but still let it overflow from the teeth.

Ji Qingzhuo's hand was still covering the back of his hand, and now he put it down, and her hand followed, this action seemed more like Ji Qingzhuo took his hand off.

——It seems that she is the one who holds the initiative.

Ji Qingzhuo was always asking for Shen Rongyu's opinion, but in the end, he was always losing ground.

He stood outside his own world, every time Ji Qingzhuo took a step, he would seriously ask him: "Can I continue walking, if I don't want to, I won't leave."

He said, "Yes."

Then he took a step back.

Until he kept backing away, Ji Qingzhuo walked into his world, prying into his unknown secrets.

The luminous pearl behind the relief wall was on, and when Ji Qingzhuo opened his eyes, he was still a little uncomfortable with the light here.

With her back against Shen Rongyu's chest, she blinked again, moistening her dry eyes.

Ji Qingzhuo's gaze fell on the painting, and he finally saw the whole picture of the painting. The woman in the painting is dressed in royal attire, with a solemn and luxurious phoenix crown on her forehead. , to give birth to offspring with perfect appearance like Shen Rongyu.

Yes, the moment Ji Qingzhuo saw the portrait, he knew the identity of the person in the painting. She must be Shen Rongyu's mother. Their eyebrows and eyes are seven points alike. No wonder when Zhu Mo saw Shen Rongyu, He will feel familiar.

Shen Rongyu's...mother? This word, to Ji Qingzhuo, always feels very strange, because Shen Rongyu feels too lonely to her, he seems to be alone from the beginning, family, friend, lover, these words are placed with Shen Rongyu Together, there is always an unspeakable sense of disobedience.

"Did you see it?" Shen Rongyu held her hand in turn and said suddenly.

His voice was deep and deep, and his chest vibrated when he spoke, which touched the skin of the two of them through several layers of clothing.

"I see." Ji Qingzhuo looked at the age-mottled cheeks of the person in the painting. She didn't dare to look into the eyes of the person in the painting. She only said softly, "It's very beautiful."

"Has Zhuo Zhuo guessed who she is?" Shen Rongyu asked again.

"Xiaoyu, this is your mother." Ji Qingzhuo said firmly, maybe there may be two people in this world who look similar, but Shen Rongyu's reaction shows that the relationship between the two of them is very close.

Judging from the age of the painting, it should have been sealed for hundreds of years, or at least a product of the era of erosion. She can only be Shen Rongyu's mother.

"Yes." Shen Rongyu replied, his voice was light, the inexplicable emotion had been suppressed, and his appearance became cold and ruthless again.

Likewise, he had time to disguise himself, and his cold hands began to feel warm.

Ji Qingzhuo blinked, she continued to remain silent, Shen Rongyu just hugged her like this, and put his chin on the top of her head.

The posture in which he held her completely took her into his arms, which Ji Qingzhuo liked very much. She leaned on his chest, feeling very at ease.

Until Shen Rongyu spoke again: "If she is alive, she won't like you."

There is no basis for this sentence, but Shen Rongyu blurted it out just like that.

Ji Qingzhuo's red lips parted slightly, she felt that Shen Rongyu was right: "I'm not likable."

Shen Rongyu laughed in a low voice, his laughter was hoarse, he let go of Ji Qingzhuo's arm, and pulled out the Burial Snow Sword hanging from his waist.

He knew that destroying this painting would arouse suspicion from others, but he had to destroy it, he did not want this painting to remain in the world.

Ji Qingzhuo knew what he was going to do, but she didn't stop him, she looked at the beauty in the painting, and finally looked away.

The Burial Snow Sword came out, and was about to cut through the heavy curtains and tear apart the beautiful face of the person in the painting, but at this moment, the sound of being pushed came from the relief wall behind him.

Shen Rongyu's hands were quick, and the Snow Burying Sword was retracted again, only holding Ji Qingzhuo's waist, and flying to the beam with her in his arms, the scattered red blood spring gathered back, hiding himself, wrapping the two of them.

They hid on the beam, and their figures disappeared.

This relief wall can actually isolate the fluctuations of breath and spells. Some people returned to the main hall, and Shen Rongyu didn't realize their existence until they activated the relief wall to make a sound.

Candle moth is as strong as Shen Rongyu, so the sound insulation spell cannot be used, which will attract the attention of candle moth.

They could only huddle together under the cover of the red blood spring. Ji Qingzhuo was held tightly in Shen Rongyu's arms and clenched his hands, feeling extremely nervous.

She thought, luckily Shen Rongyu didn't destroy the painting.

They silently looked at the person who entered the secret room, and the first thing they heard was the strange laughter of the candle moth: "Hee hee—"

Accompanying her was another sound of footsteps, which was steady and different from the light sound of candle moths walking on tiptoe.

Under the reflection of the night pearl in the secret room, the face of the owner of the other footsteps gradually became clear. It was the Emperor Liang who had just confronted Meng Yaolan at the lantern festival.

"For so many years, no monks have ever set foot in Yunliang's territory. Why did they come here this time..." The Emperor Liang sighed softly, as if helpless.

Candle Moth picked up a corner of his clothes, tapped his toes on the ground, and turned around in front of Emperor Liang: "I am a demon, and it is only natural for monks to kill me."

"I won't let you die." Emperor Liang said in a deep voice.

"If no one kills me, I will **** many, many human souls, and of course I won't die." Candle Moth put one hand on Emperor Liang's heart, "It's you, don't die, you are dead , the wish will fail, and I will die.”

Emperor Liang didn't speak any more, he just raised his eyes to look at the portrait behind the curtain—fortunately, Shen Rongyu and Ji Qingzhuo didn't leave any traces, so they didn't notice their existence.

Candle Moth tilted her head, put her head on Emperor Liang's shoulder, and said in her strange sharp voice: "A few days ago, I saw a guard who looked like her in the palace?"

"She was once the queen of the Dongshan royal family. The Dongshan royal family is huge. Even if the entire ethnic group was wiped out by erosion and massacre, there are still descendants. It is unknown." The emperor of Liang Kingdom did not know the person in the painting, so he said .

"The person who sent this portrait is my uncle. He is a very strange person. He has some aptitude for cultivating immortals, but he has not cultivated. However, he lived a long life. He lived alone all his life. He only kept this portrait. He is going to die. At that time, he wanted to burn the painting together with other things he brought, but he was very old and had no strength, so he just held the fire fold in his hand and fell down. When the fire went out, he also died. "Emperor Liang slowly talked about the origin of this painting.

He never said anything about it, maybe it was because he drank too much wine at today's lantern festival, or maybe it was just that he was emotional because of Meng Yaolan's arrival, so he recalled the past.

Candle Moth tilted her head, as if she couldn't understand what he said, and only let out weird laughter from time to time, as if every word Emperor Liang said was like a joke to her.

"Later when you came, I wanted to follow my uncle's wishes and destroy it, but you said you would keep it." Emperor Liang asked a question he had always been curious about, "So Ah Zhu, why do you want to destroy it?" Want to keep it?"

Aren't demons without human emotions? How can you want to protect the next painting?

"She saved me." Candle Moth's fingertips touched her lips and licked them lightly.

The bun on her forehead turned around, and she looked towards the beam. Ji Qingzhuo, who was curled up in Shen Rongyu's arms, held her breath. From her perspective, there was no obstruction between her and the candle moth.

Now, the round bun with countless compound eyes just looked at her like this.

"Saved you?" Emperor Liang became even more curious.

"I was still a moth at that time, wandering in the palace of the Dongshan royal family, maybe I wouldn't survive that summer." Candle moth clearly remembered everything he had experienced.

"I was flying and flying in the palace, and I saw a little light of fire in the dark. I only had that light in my eyes. Relying on my instinct, I rushed towards the fire." Candlemoth's voice was still strangely sharp.

"It was only later that I realized that the light from the fire was a lantern held by a maid in the palace, and it was my nature to chase the light. I rushed there, but just before I was about to plunge into the flames, I heard a sharp sound. Call."

"It was the palace maid holding the lamp who was screaming. Because of her fright, she dropped the lantern in her hand and fell to the ground. The fire went out. I lost all hope. At that time, I only felt that my life's hope was extinguished."

"I hovered in the air helplessly, and turned around. I saw her standing on the top of the tallest tower in the palace. The wind chimes at the four corners of the tower were ringing. Now, the light in those eyes is brighter than fire."

When the candle moth said this, Shen Rongyu's arm holding Ji Qingzhuo suddenly tightened a little bit, he slightly raised his jaw, and only looked down at the candle moth, the emotion in his eyes couldn't be seen clearly.

"I chased the light in her eyes and flew away, as if I was chasing the firelight, it was so beautiful." Candlemoth said, "But when she closed her eyes, the firelight disappeared, like an extinguished candle."

"So, I couldn't see any light in that summer, so I survived." Candlemoth said the reason why she left the portrait.

Ji Qingzhuo closed his eyes, imagining that scene, the candlelight falling in summer, the beautiful woman falling from the top of the tower, and the flame-flaming moths awakened, that scene must be cruel and beautiful.

"Just a one-sided relationship?" Emperor Liang laughed lightly.

"It's just a chance encounter." Candlemoth repeated his words.