While the darkness, Su Moliang quietly entered the study room, and a small fire surged out of his fingertips, illuminating the road ahead and searching quickly.

This imperial study room is very large. There is a hall outside, with only some simple bonsai and accessories placed, which looks a bit simple. There are many tables, chairs and benches placed in the room on the left, which seems to be a living room. As soon as you enter, you can see it at a glance. Nothing related to the antidote was found.

Su Moliang had no choice but to give up and groped in the room on the right.

The room on the right is much more refined than the previous one. In addition to displaying many tables and chairs, some precious calligraphy and paintings are also hung on the walls. There are also potted plants of different shapes and precious treasures on both sides of the table and chairs. Although the furnishings are simple, they are not lacking in luxury.

Walking inside, Su Moliang saw that in front of him was a marble imperial case. Several square treasure inkstones and pen holders were placed on the imperial case. In addition, some other things were placed sparsely. Because of the distance, Su Moliang couldn't see it clearly, so he walked forward quickly.

But before she could walk to the imperial case, she stepped on a pile of paper balls.

She paused, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, and then she leaned over and picked up a piece of paper at will.

The paper ball was crumpled and seemed to have used great strength. It can be seen that Fen Tianjun was in a very bad mood at that time, so he vented his anger on these paper balls.

But as far as Su Moliang knows, Feng Moxie is a deep person and is very good at hiding and restraining his emotions.

I really don’t know what made him so manic that he actually threw a ball of paper all over the floor.

Thinking of this, Su Moliang curiously unfolded the paper ball and saw what it was.

Just after seeing this, Su Moliang's eyes widened in shock, and a strange feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

On the paper is a woman in a long snow-white dress. Although she only has her back and cannot see her appearance, her graceful figure and her long black hair are like a waterfall pouring down from a mountain stream under the quiet and pleasant moonlit night, which is as beautiful as a waterfall.

She stood under the pear blossom tree, and the white pear blossoms were blown by the night wind and drifted on her body, as if she had embroidered a few white flowers on her snow-white skirt. She was hazy and dreamy, with beautiful scenery and beautiful!

For some reason, when Su Moliang saw such a beautiful back that was not as beautiful as the ordinary things on earth, he felt extremely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere!

Realizing this, she was shocked and quickly lowered her head to pick up other pieces of paper on the ground and unfolded them one by one.

Now, Su Moliang's face changed drastically, and he covered his mouth in horror like a thunderbolt.

On another piece of drawing paper, she actually painted herself!!!

She was wearing a white dress, alone, holding a dragon zither, sitting on the vast battlefield, facing thousands of troops, with silver ice eyes, her eyes were cold and extremely charming.

She played the piano with her fingers, and her hair rose with the wind. Under her control, ten silver dragons circled and flew above the sky, making the world change color.

Dragon Qin!

It turned out to be her dragon qin!

The ten silver dragons in the sky are not afterimages, but real dragons!

Seeing this scene, Su Moliang seemed to be hit by a bolt from the blue, and his blood was so froze that his body was numb.

But there was one thing she couldn't figure out.

Her ability to control the dragon qin now has only reached the second level, and she condenses ice thorns. Even the afterimage of the divine dragon cannot be summoned, let alone summoning the real dragon.

And the silver dragon in the painting in front of you is clearly a real dragon.

Su Moliang knew very well that in order to reach the realm of summoning the true dragon, he had to at least practice the Ice Sacrifice Nine Heavens to the ninth level.

But she is not qualified at all now and does not have the ability to summon ten silver dragons. So, where did Feng Moxie come from this never-before-seen picture?

Did he imagine it out of thin air?

No, not imagination!

You should know that the Ice Sacrifice Nine Heavens is a secret technique. Even the super strong man who had fallen for hundreds of years passed down to her who had fallen for hundreds of years had never summoned the real dragon, nor had he seen the real dragon appear. How did Feng Moxie know such a thrilling picture?

I also know so much, as if I had seen it with my own eyes! This is simply incredible!

etc!

Those silver eyes!

No, this is not her!

Although the woman in the painting looks exactly the same as hers, she does not have silver pupils.

Thinking of this, Su Moliang's heart trembled suddenly, and a name Yun Qiange suddenly appeared in his mind!

However, the Yun Qiange she saw in the illusion did not have such pupils. Why did she appear on Feng Moxie's drawing paper but had silver eyes?

What the hell is going on?

Su Moliang couldn't figure it out for a moment, but he had to admit that although there were subtle differences in his eyes, the cold hatred eyes were exactly the same as Yun Qiange in the illusion. Because he was too deep in his impression, Su Moliang could not forget that look.

Realizing this, Su Moliang remembered that Feng Moxie had a nightmare that day and muttered Yun Qiange's name. She was a little suspicious at the time.

However, she was not sure, if it was someone with the same name and surname, what if the Yun Qiange he mentioned was not the Yun Qiange she saw in the fantasy.

She had a lot of speculations and uncertainties, but now when she saw the painting in front of her, all the uncertainties were confirmed.

It's her! There will be no mistake!

The woman in the painting is Yun Qiange!

Thinking of this, Su Moliang couldn't wait to unfold the remaining drawing paper.

In this painting, there is no dragon, only a battlefield where corpses are everywhere and blood flows into a river.

Yun Qiange came from that distance, stepping on the corpse, crossing the blood river.

She was dressed in white, beautiful and beautiful, with no blood on her face. The wind blew, and three thousand black hairs were flying and dancing wildly, as if she was in the smoke and mist, as if she was real and illusory, and unpredictable.

Such a beautiful figure is like the purest pear blossoms in that world, as clear as a fairy, falling into the world.

Such a picture shocked Su Moliang too much.

Where is the battlefield on the painting, and whose soldiers died on the ground?

What happened? How could there be such a tragic battle?

If all this was seen by Feng Moxie with his own eyes, then who is he!!!

Su Moliang suddenly learned so many secrets, and her sudden shiver made her hands and feet cold.

"What are you doing!"

At this moment, behind Su Moliang, a depressed and cold voice suddenly came, which scared her to tremble all over, her face turned like a dirt. She turned around and looked at her suddenly

Feng Moxie stood at the door, staring at her coldly, and her eyes looked like a hungry wolf in the dark, exuding the ferocious intention of eating people. Seeing this scene, her spine became cold and she shivered uncontrollably.
Chapter completed!