The King of Special Warfare

Li Tianlan could clearly feel Xuanyuan Wushang's grief and anger, and this emotion was filled with deep depression and reluctance.

Lin Xiaoliu?

Is this Lin Qingya's nickname?

This dead fat man really knew Lin Qingya.

How can two people in different time and space know each other?

An extremely sharp light flashed in Li Tianlan's eyes.

He quietly stared at Xuanyuan Wushang, waiting for his explanation.

Xuanyuan Wushang's stomach was full of dirty words.

Isn't this the one who bullied your brothers in the past?

ah?

Isn't the way you educated you a little exaggerated when you were a teacher?

ah?

Didn't you just say a few words that your father is not as good as my father?

ah?

As for?

What are you so about!

Just ask if you are playing so exaggerated!

The peculiar smell in the picture scroll diffused and became clearer.

Xuanyuan Wushang burst into tears and took a deep breath in intoxication.

Ah, the taste of wealth.

No, it's the taste of the undertones.

No, this is the taste of poverty.

It's a very good painting, what did that dead girl do on it?

Countless inks kept gathering in his sight.

Xuanyuan Wushang was considered to be well-informed, but for a while he could not fully judge what materials Lin Qingya used to paint this painting.

But just what he can distinguish so far has made him a little disappointed.

In Li Tianlan's eyes, it was just a painting, but in Xuanyuan Wushang's eyes, it was a naked display of wealth.

This seemingly ordinary rice paper, the brush and ink on it, and even the paint, any detail, are countless materials that are extremely precious even in the starry sky.

And similar things, even if Xuanyuan Wushang is the prince of the time and space corridor, he can't come up with a few.

The God of War world is far less wealthy than the Corridor of Time and Space, but Lin Qingya can give such a picture, which is enough to show how much she is favored by the God of War, because in terms of family background, this painting can even empty most of Lin Qingya's family wealth. , that also shows that she is much richer than the prince Xuanyuan Wushang.

The key is...

wasted

Xuanyuan Wushang couldn't figure out what Lin Qingya's purpose for this painting was for Li Tianlan.

To protect Li Tianlan's safety?

This is more exaggerated than carrying a large Starfleet with one person directly to protect the safety of one person.

It is not too much to say that if the materials used in this painting add up, if they are converted into pure royal value, the resources represented by this painting are enough to guard a star field for a long time.

Use this thing only to protect Li Tianlan?

Not worth it.

It's really not necessary.

In the City of Miracles, where even the peak strength could not exceed Level 5 authority, even if Lin Qingya drew anything with a pencil, she could guarantee Li Tianlan's safety.

Playing so big, what is the picture?

The key is...

This painting is really just a painting at the moment.

In other words, it is an unfinished work, and the most crucial part is still missing.

And this so-called most critical part needs Xuanyuan Wushang to complete it.

Xuanyuan Wushang said that he could not make up for it...

He has enough ability.

But I couldn't come up with something that could complement this painting.

Those materials, which he needs to apply for with the Time and Space Corridor, are all strategic things.

Xuanyuan Wushang's face was a little grim.

Even though this moment was separated by time and space, he still felt that he had been severely humiliated by Lin Qingya in terms of wealth.

"What do you see?"

Li Tianlan's voice suddenly sounded.

Xuanyuan Wushang was startled, subconsciously snorted, hesitating. His heart was completely messed up.

so...

Facing this painting, he didn't actually look at anything. He just instinctively calculated the value of the painting, and then began to consider the value of complementing the painting. Finally, he found that he couldn't measure the painting in a short period of time. the value of.

"I..."

Xuanyuan Wushang hurriedly glanced at the picture scroll in front of him, and his voice suddenly stopped.

An endless starry sky appeared in front of his eyes.

Void pervades.

The stars twinkled.

Countless rays of light intertwined.

The next moment, the screen changes rapidly.

The stars and the void disappeared.

A very warm hall appeared on the scroll.

Li Tianlan, Li Dongcheng, Lin Qingya, Dongcheng Wudi, Dongchengyue and other families were all there, two Qin Weibai were sitting on the left and right of Li Tianlan, Wang Yuetong and Dongcheng were sitting next to two Qin Weibai.

two...

Did you really say this?

Xuanyuan Wushang frowned, countless thoughts surging in his mind, followed by a burst of anger.

He had planned to tell Li Tianlan about the two Qin Weibai at the right time, but it didn't seem to make any difference. Lin Qingya didn't say it, Jiang Shangyu would say it.

Xuanyuan Wushang was thinking wildly, seeing such a painting when his body was exhausted and exhausted, his whole mentality was a little collapsed.

"You can't hear me talking?"

Li Tianlan's tone was a little puzzling.

"No...that...cough..."

Xuanyuan Wushang suddenly reacted and said with a smile: "This painting is very good, eldest brother, you have a very happy life, this family portrait is very good."

Family portrait...

Li Tianlan thought calmly.

What he saw was a family portrait, and what Xuanyuan Wushang saw was also a family portrait, but why did Qin Weibai see the starry sky?

It is obviously a painting, why do you see inconsistent pictures?

"Why don't you see the starry sky?"

Li Tianlan muttered to himself.

Xuanyuan Wushang paused for a moment, pretending he didn't hear it, but he already understood what Li Tianlan meant.

Obviously, Qin Weibai also saw this painting.

In Qin Weibai's eyes, the current painting can only be a starry sky.

Similarly, in Li Tianlan's eyes, the current painting will only be a family portrait.

This is the difference between neutrality and order.

Qin Weibai's authority itself comes from order. Before her strength surpasses Lin Qingya's, she can only see what she can see.

Xuanyuan Wushang lowered his head and quietly admired the painting.

Although the three supreme beings are of the same generation now, in terms of age, Lin Qingya is much younger than Xuanyuan Wushang.

Before the God of War Realm did not exist, the God of War was in the corridor of time and space, and Xuanyuan Wushang had also been Lin Qingya's teacher for a while.

He has the authority of order and neutrality, can see different pictures, and his strength is much stronger than Lin Qingya, so he can also see the original form of this painting.

The original form of this painting is not a family portrait, nor is it a starry sky, nor is it a messy-looking line.

To be precise, the painting actually has only one stroke.

Different people will see different phenomena.

It was as if Li Tianlan and Qin Weibai saw Xing Tian as a burly little giant over two meters tall.

But Xingtian in Xuanyuan Wushang's eyes was a Rubik's Cube.

It's part of his body now.

The original form of the painting is a single stroke.

A stroke that condenses all of Lin Qingya's strengths is logical and contains countless possibilities.

This is a point.

It's like someone is holding a pen and pressing it heavily on the rice paper. It's simple, dignified, and there is no extra point.

Xuanyuan Wushang looked at this point silently.

This point represents many things.

But compared to this equally precious helm, the large blanks around have an indescribable meaning.

Xuanyuan Wushang suddenly raised his head and looked into Li Tianlan's eyes.

Li Tianlan was also looking at him, without the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.

"Brother, this painting..."

Xuanyuan Wushang hesitated and said softly, "Can this painting be left here for a few days?"

"reason."

Li Tianlan's voice was calm.

"Um..."

Xuanyuan Wushang began to edit it now, but he didn't know what to edit, so he could only tell the truth: "This painting is not complete, I need some time to complete it."

"incomplete?"

Li Tianlan's tone was a little strange.

Xuanyuan Wushang considered his words and said softly: "Yes, not quite... Lin Qingya sent you this painting, it should have deep meaning, I can only say that this painting is not simple."

Li Tianlan suddenly smiled and said slowly, "Are you sure this painting was given to me?"

"when..."

Xuanyuan Wushang opened his mouth, wanting to say of course without hesitation, but just after the words came out, the whole person suddenly froze in place.

Not for Li Tianlan...

No, it shouldn't be understood that way.

It should be said that this painting was not only given to Li Tianlan.

Suddenly, countless thoughts exploded in Xuanyuan Wushang's mind.

It was not given to Li Tianlan.

Not just for Li Tianlan.

Or, it wasn't just Lin Qingya who gave it to Li Tianlan.

Various lines of thought continue to expand on this painting.

Right in front of Li Tianlan, Xuanyuan Wushang's eyes suddenly lit up with a clear and stable ice-blue light.

Threads of light were released in his eyes, turning into countless logical lines.

He quietly looked at the painting in front of him.

If there is nothing, he seems to feel an obscure, as if non-existent, fluctuation in this painting.

Xuanyuan Wushang suddenly closed his eyes.

All the logical lines were connected together in an instant, and then collapsed in an instant.

Two lines of blood flowed from his eyes, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

All the thoughts in my mind were completely shattered and messy in this second.

Xuanyuan Wushang covered his head and kept mumbling something.

After an unknown amount of time, he gradually regained his senses and saw Li Tianlan standing in front of him again.

"I saw."

Xuanyuan Wushang laughed: "Brother, I saw 1

"What do you see?"

Li Tianlan had a headache.

He felt that he couldn't bear it anymore for this fat man who was rambling.

Xuanyuan Wushang laughed.

At that moment just now, he really vaguely felt his hope of advancing.

Because in that picture scroll, in that little ink, he felt not only Lin Qingya's arrogance, but also a hidden deep thought.

Or logic.

That kind of logic crushed his own logic in a crushing manner, causing his thinking to be chaotic and broken, but in the brokenness it left a faint message.

Those messages are now less clear.

But Xuanyuan Wushang was very sure that what he wanted to do next was the content of those messages that he didn't quite understand now.

This is the trajectory of his next life.

It is also a prerequisite for him to set foot on the peak.

Because the power that smashed his logic just now was a power above him.

Or permissions.

Such power comes from the God of War Realm, so the direction is self-evident.

The God of War is exquisite.

The pinnacle of calligrapher authority.

Under the stars, the pinnacle of this authority is called...

destiny.