Just as Luo Yin was preparing to have some peace and romance with Nan Ning Song, the atmosphere was ruined by Nan Song banging on the door.

"What are you doing?"

Luo Yin went over to open the door angrily, frowning and saying, "Can you please not disturb our world between the two of us?"

Nan Song rarely got into trouble with her mother, and said with a serious face: "Mom, I have something to ask you."

Luo Yin raised her eyebrows.

Calling mom so seriously seems to be no small matter.

After laying out the paper and ink, Nan Song directly used the brush to draw the black flame pattern she saw at the Xifan Taekwondo Hall on the white rice paper.

Then he showed it to Luo Yin and asked her, "Look at it, doesn't it look familiar to you?"

Luo Yin's nose hurt from the smelly ink, so she glanced at the table and said, "Isn't this just an ordinary black flame?"

"..." Nan Song's face was already filled with anxiety, "Please take a closer look!"

Luo Yin came up and took a closer look. She felt something was wrong, and her expression changed slightly, "Is there a skull in the middle?"

Nan Song: "Yes!"

Everyone looked at each other and couldn't help but move forward one after another.

They also thought that what Nan Song painted was just an ordinary black flame pattern without any skulls. But after Luo Yin said that, and took a closer look, it was true! In the middle, there was a grinning face.

, isn’t it just a skull!

"You are such a talented painter, you are so secretive and consummate..."

Just when Ji Yun was about to praise his sister's painting skills, Luo Yin said two words with a cold face, "Qiao Leng."

Everyone looked at Luo Yin. Is this pattern related to Qiao Leng?

Luo Yin asked Nan Song, "Where did you see this icon?"

"At Xifan Taekwondo Hall, the white uniforms have a black flame pattern printed on them, but there is no skull in the middle."

Nan Song felt that his whole body's nerves were tense. He looked at the rice paper and said, "This is what I saw on Qiao Leng."

She didn't want to recall those unbearable memories whenever she could, and wished she could forget them forever, but there were some scenes that she couldn't forget no matter how hard she tried.

She was stiff and her face was a little pale, but she still managed to say: "Qiao Leng has a large tattoo on his body. This pattern is not the one that impressed me the most, but I remember that he had it on his...

...That place was surrounded by black flames and in the middle was a terrifying skull."

As soon as she finished speaking, she pressed against a tight back and fell into a warm embrace.

Keep her from losing control.

Yu Jinwen looked at her nervously and concernedly, as did everyone else.

Anyone who knows what Nan Song has been through will have lingering fears about that past, and the faces of Nan Ningsong and Luo Junheng are even more distressed.

"I'm fine." Nan Song pursed her lower lip tightly, trying to control her emotions.

Ji Yun stretched out his arms towards her, "Be good, fourth brother, give me a hug~"

Just as the man was about to get close to him, Nan Song pushed him away ruthlessly, "Go away!"

This gag lifted some of the gloomy and depressing atmosphere.

Seeing that Luo Yin was silent, Nan Song asked her, "Mom, did I remember correctly?"

"No." Luo Yin said: "This is indeed the icon of Qiao Leng's tribe. As for the one Song Xi used, if she is really related to Qiao Leng, either she deliberately made certain simplifications to hide it; or she

I don’t have that much authority yet, and I haven’t taken over BLACK’s position as ‘Black Lord’ yet.”
Chapter completed!