Above the starry sky, nine huge dragon corpses pulling coffins. Such a shocking scene will not be understood by anyone who has not experienced it personally.

How did nine huge dragon corpses die?

Who is buried in the huge coffin they are pulling?

When such a confusion arose in my mind, the space around me changed again. This time the fluctuation was particularly violent, accompanied by an invisible force that directly brought me out of this place similar to the illusion.

"Pushpeng..."

The surrounding environment was back to the apartment building again, and I was in the 902 living room.

The graffiti paintings that lingered my flying suddenly rose, and the time between breathing was burned.

Before I could figure out what was going on, my collar tightened suddenly, and a dry and dyed old man Cang grabbed my collar tightly.

"Boy, you...what did you see in the illusion just now?"

The old man graffiti who had been facing away from the painting appeared in front of me like a ghost. His strange eyes were staring at me, his eyes full of excitement and expectation, and he looked very anxious.

When I saw the appearance of the old man graffiti clearly, I couldn't help but take a breath and almost couldn't help but take action.

Half of the old guy's face was covered with age spots and wrinkles, like an old tree bark, and was extremely aging. And the other half of his face was charred, with only a layer of skin attached to the face bones, very

Disgusting and horrible.

Facing this old man with a half-human and half-ghost appearance, I was already very polite without instinctively choosing to take action. I was a little unhappy for a moment when he grabbed the collar so tightly.

"The illusion you always bring me into. Isn't the things that happen in the illusion all presented in your old paintings? Why do you still ask me what I saw in the illusion?"

When I said this, I reached out to try to spread the hand that was holding my collar apart, but the old guy's hand was tightly clamped, like a big iron pliers, and I couldn't shake it at all.

"Stop being careless with me!"

The old man Tuya was very irritable, his eyes flashing with uncertainty, and he asked in a hurry: "I'm asking you what you saw in the last illusion? Tell me all the time, otherwise, you boy wouldn't want to get out of here.

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Threat me?

Damn, grandpa, I won’t eat this set!

"I hate others threatening me the most. If you have the affinity, try it!"

I snorted coldly and said, "If you don't say anything else, I dare to touch a hair. Let's see if my mother will deal with you, an old thing after she comes back!"

After saying this, the old guy was so angry that his hands holding my collar trembled a little, and his eyes were flickering fiercely, as if he really wanted to force me to surrender.

I took a deep breath and was ready to do it.

It’s one thing to be able to fight, but you must not let this old guy look down on me. I’ve never been afraid of anyone before when I rolled up my sleeves and fucked me!

Just as the atmosphere in the room was tense, the door was kicked open with a slam.

My parents appeared in front of the door. After seeing them coming, I felt a little nervous and relaxed.

I don’t believe that this old man from Graffiti dares to beat me in front of my parents!

"Old madman, are you going to teach my son a lesson?"

The mother walked into the room with a smile, while the father followed behind like a little follower. The look of the old man Tuya looked a little strange, as if he was a little pity.

Although my mother was laughing and her tone was very gentle, even a fool could feel the rich and stern murderous intent on her mother at this moment.

"Shit..."

A series of dense sounds came from all over the living room. The graffiti paintings scattered on the ground seemed to be scratched by countless sharp blades, and were quickly turning into pieces of shredded paper.

"Stop, Su Lan, you damn girl..."

The old man Tuya's face changed suddenly. He hurriedly let go of my collar and turned to protect the graffiti paintings that had not been damaged. He held the graffiti paintings tightly in his arms as if he was protecting his own children.

He roared at his mother: "I didn't really hurt your son, I just wanted to scare him..."

"It's not okay to scare!"

My mother interrupted the old man Tuya coldly and snorted coldly: "Even if you just have any wrong thoughts about my son, you can remember it for me, I'm not touching you because of the love I used to be.

Part. For my son, I can kill anyone, including you. This time it is a warning, and next time I will kill myself, do you understand?"

The old man Tuya looked ugly and said with a dark face: "Girl, I'm your uncle after all..."

"I have no father or mother, how can I get my clan uncle!"

The mother interrupted the old man Tuya again and said coldly: "Stop saying this in the future, I don't like to listen to it!"

After saying that, my mother changed her cold appearance just now, showed me a gentle smile, and said, "Son, you are so awesome. After sleeping for so many days, you can step onto the ninth floor. Let's go, mother take care of you.

You go and meet the other guys on this floor. From now on, this building will completely belong to you. Say hello to those guys first, so as not to make any troubles in the future!”

As he said that, my mother took my hand and turned around and walked out of the room, while my father walked to the drawing board not far from the old man Tuya and took down one of the paintings directly.

The painting was only half drawn, and there was a coffin. There were chains wrapped around the coffin, and nine chains extended toward the outside of the coffin. If you continued to draw, the nine chains should be wrapped around the corpse of nine giant dragons.

The old man Tuya also saw the last illusion scene I encountered, but he didn't seem to see clearly, because the coffin on the painting looked very blurry and vulgar, far less shocking than the coffin I saw in the starry sky at that time.

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Even so, when he saw his father take the unfinished painting, the old man Tuya's expression changed drastically, and he took a step forward and shouted angrily: "Jiang Li, you..."

"Crazy Old Man, this is not something you can have!"

The father showed helplessness to the old man Tuya and sighed, "Don't think about exploring the secrets, it will really be dead! We don't want our son to get into trouble. Before we leave, we will try our best to help him eradicate all obstacles.

And trouble... do you always understand what I mean?"

When he said this, his father gently shook the half of the painting in his hand in front of the old man Tuya, and the painting was instantly swallowed by the flames.

The old man with graffiti twitched in the corners of his eyes, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

Finally, when my mother pulled me out of the room, the hoarse voice of the old man Tuya came from behind us, sighing faintly.

"Su Lan, take this kid home! With this kid here, the family will definitely forgive you for your past actions. Maybe this kid is qualified to compete for the identity of the Kirin son of this generation in the family..."
Chapter completed!