When Lu Ruoyan spoke, her eyes always looked at Zhou Ran. After Zhou Ran's eyes came, she lowered her head and smiled charmingly.

Xiang Jiangming frowned, walked over from the other side of Zhou Ran, inserted it between the two people, and knocked the bowl with a porcelain spoon.

Lu Ruoyan: "Not good to drink?"

Xiang Jiangming: "It tastes good, why isn't it taste good?" Then Dangdang was still knocking.

Lu Ruoyan understood what he meant and smiled and said, "Okay, I understand."

Xiang Jiangming stopped then.

In Xiang Jiangming's live broadcast room, the barrage began to explode.

[Literary: (blade warning) starts, don't stare at my woman (you can't be a woman!)

Wuhen: Hahaha, so cute, I can do it again

Slutyuyu: The little brother is jealous again!

Huanying: I want to see the little brother act coquettishly today~

Miss Xiao Wan: Get married, please feel free to be

User 1154125: Sisters, please come on!

God A's little shoelaces: 四四四四四四, brush it!

Hehe: Catch a sister climbing the wall! Why do you have everywhere hahahahahaha]

Xiang Jiangming: "Sister Lu."

Lu Ruoyan nodded, raised her eyes and turned her head, her hair fluttered, and she felt like she had been in a thousand years. Luo Weicheng and Pei Fengnian were already swallowing their saliva, and even Yu Mangmang looked at her intently.

Only Wang Yan lowered his head, said nothing, and looked at the paintings hanging around him from time to time.

Xiang Jiangming said, Sister Lu, can I ask you a question, and then, without waiting for someone to speak, ask directly: "You said that some of the paintings here can be used, and some will die directly, right?"

Lu Ruoyan said yes.

Xiang Jiangming smiled brightly and naively: "Who can go out directly?"

“…”

“…”

Perhaps no one had ever asked Lu Ruoyan this question. She paused slightly, and her eyes were bent into crescent moons with a smile: "I told you you're leaving. How boring I'm here alone."

Xiang Jiangming opened his innocent eyes wide and said aggrievedly: "But if you don't tell me, I might die."

Lu Ruoyan: "Okay, then I'll tell you that picture."

Her finger pointed at a painting behind Xiang Jiangming. The painting was a girl kneeling in a temple in the mountains and worshiping devoutly, with her red lips lightly opening her face and focusing, not knowing what she was asking for.

Xiang Jiangming: "That's so simple?"

Lu Ruoyan leaned on her chin and said, "What if it is?"

Xiang Jiangming suddenly ended the topic and asked a little abruptly: "Sister, do you hate that man?"

Lu Ruoyan was slightly stunned, and a hint of coldness flashed through her eyes as black as glass beads.

She suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.

In fact, she can control her emotions very well, but this young man's words were too fast, as if his goal was to say this. Before, the question painting and so on were diverting her attention.

Lu Ruoyan unconsciously looked at his earrings again, and lowered her head with complicated eyes.

Fortunately, the little angel-like girl spoke, Zhou Ran called out to her sister, and then pulled the topic away from here.

Zhou Ran: "Sister, when did these paintings be drawn?"

Lu Ruoyan's eyes returned to a clearer look: "I can't remember it either. I've been here for a long time."

Zhou Ran: "It's very well drawn."

Lu Ruoyan: "Thank you."

Zhou Ran: "How much do you hate that man?"

Lu Ruoyan: “…”

Why did the system let them both come in?

There are no angels, they are all little devils.

After dinner, Lu Ruoyan told the remaining seven people again that she could find the painting with an exit within seven days and leave. As for how to enter the painting, everyone knows that she would not say anything else.

As soon as she turned around, the remaining food on the table was automatically cleaned up, and no servant needed to take care of it.

Qi Wenxuan looked at the painting Lu Ruoyan pointed to and whispered: "Sister, that sister, can't she be lying to him, right?"

Xiang Jiangming: "Who knows, maybe it's true, why don't you go in and try it?"

Qi Wenxuan's throat rolled for a moment and stared at the painting. Zhou Ran could feel her restlessness.

But the girl was able to control herself well and frowned and said, "There are three days left, maybe I can find a better solution."

Xiang Jiangming glanced at her and raised his eyebrows slightly.

At the same time, in Qi Wenyue's live broadcast room, a busy back appeared on the screen.

Qi Wenyue was cleaning up the debris in the ancient ship and touching them bit by bit to find the deep-sea wood.

A tall figure stood on the ice behind him.

The man in an ancient European dress held his hands with cold eyes and wide eyes, as if he was frozen by the cold ice here, without a trace of expression, almost melting with the ice.

Qi Wenyue was also wearing a dress and a monolithic lens was installed at the corner of his eyes. He bent over and groped in the ruins.

Finally, he touched something cold. Qi Wenyue felt a little excited and reached out to pick up the dark blue wood. But as soon as he reached out, vines immediately grew out of the wood, wrapping Qi Wenyue's right hand.

The vine held it hard, and in an instant it broke Qi Wenyue's arm.

Qi Wenyue's expression changed slightly. He took a piece of talisman paper with his left hand and patted it on his right hand. The arm full of minced flesh was instantly frozen and slipped out of the middle of the vine.

Because God A was behind, he did not dare and could not scream. He endured the severe pain and took two steps back. He grabbed the left hand in the air and took out a fire net. The net was spread down and immediately gathered all the branches and vines with their teeth and claws into the net. The fire was bright and water droplets emerged from the ice around him.

After fighting for about an hour, Qi Wenyue finally took the strange-shaped piece of wood in his hand.

Qi Wenyue has a wealthy family and outstanding appearance. He has been smooth sailing since his debut in the talent show. He has now been at the top of the entertainment industry. He has not felt nervous, panic, and afraid of not getting affirmation in front of someone for a long time. He is like a five or six-year-old child who is respecting his father.

But now, this person has appeared.

Qi Wenyue turned his head with Mu Duan, and Alive stood there and looked at it, showing a little approving look.

It was just a little bit, Qi Wenyue felt...he was perfect.

After subduing the small deep sea wood section, there will be a stronger wood awakening. He must leave here as soon as possible, but before he could take a step, a cold light flashed against his side face, and the entire ancient ship was cut in half and broken into pieces...

Qi Wenyue pinched the wood, her pupils shrank and opened, and she looked at the broken wood behind her and the expressionless God A in surprise.

Alive put away his knife and said in a low voice: "Go." Then he pressed his thumb to his palm and said silently in his heart: "The person you recommend is good."

After a while, Xiang Jiangming's voice came: "Of course, when did I see people's vision go wrong? In fact, you are the personality I like, you were created by me! Xiao A, where are you busy now? Don't pick up rags, I can't come and help me..."

Alive unilaterally cut off the conversation.

Shortly after Lu Ruoyan left, it started to rain heavily outside the villa.

No one dared to easily write it into the painting without clarifying the cause and effect, so on the fourth night, everyone was trapped here again.

Xiang Jiangming turned on the TV, sat on the bed and watched. Suddenly, the TV automatically jumped to the stage and played a piece of news.

That was old news, and it was played by Lu Ruoyan's death.

The detectives found a female head in the master's famous sculpture. The picture was extremely terrifying, but fortunately, all the bloody parts were mosaiced.

The detectives came to the villa to look for the male owner and found that the male owner had committed suicide by swallowing a gun. His bloody throat flashed across the screen...

Qi Wenxuan looked at the news in fear, and suddenly felt something moving in her ears. When she turned her head, she saw Xiang Jiangming growing up her mouth and revealing her black throat: "Roar!"

Qi Wenxuan screamed and crawled into Zhou Ran's arms, tears scattering.

Zhou Ran picked her up and gestured to Xiang Jiangming to proceed step by step.

Xiang Jiangming rubbed his lips and said to her: "Have you scared?"

Qi Wenxuan cried and burped, holding Zhou Ran and not letting go: "Bad man!"

Xiang Jiangming: "Brother is not a bad guy. You have to practice your courage."

Xiang Jiangming finished speaking to her with a smile, and then turned his head. Yu Mangmang stood beside his bed and opened his mouth wide, "Roar!"

Xiang Jiangming screamed, covered his heart and fell on the bed. The little soul flew out of his mouth: "What are you doing!"

Yu Mangmang: "You also need to practice courage."

Xiang Jiangming: "You are even more terrible than a ghost, why do I use you to practice!"

Qi Wenxuan was so happy that she stretched out her little hand and slapped Xiang Jiangming on the head: "You are too bad, so you will be scared. Sister Xiaoran will not scare others."

Zhou Ran touched her head: "Go to sleep."

The little girl fell asleep when she was tired of crying. Xiang Jiangming thought the bed was too crowded, so he asked Yu Mangmang to carry Qi Wenxuan to her big bed.
To be continued...