Chapter 282

Different pupils are extremely rare in the world. It is much less than the number of monks who practice with Tao. Moreover, the owner of the different pupil is still a guy who draws into the Tao.

Painting is undoubtedly closely related to the eyes.

Without eyes, painting would be extremely difficult. Appreciate the painting, it will be even more impossible.

Conversely, having a pair of good eyes must be extremely great for the promotion of painting.

"Who are you?" Zhao Sheng asked this question with almost a roar, "I? I'm your ancestor." after the man in white was stunned, he said quietly. Looking at his appearance, he would definitely feel that he didn't seem to be swearing at all, but just stating a fact.

"..." Zhao Sheng didn't expect that he was still a very handsome man with different pupils in white. When he opened his mouth, he was stunned. At the same time, he didn't know what to say.

Zhao Yaojing as like as two peas in the body of a man who licked his wounds, just heard the words of white men, and Zhao Sheng's reaction was almost the same, but then he shouted out.

"Well, I'm not scolding your master. I'm just scolding my descendants. Can't I?"

"You fart! You're scolding your offspring, aren't you scolding my master?!" Zhao Yaojing became more angry and bared his teeth like he was going to rush at the man in white the next moment.

But it ignored it. It said so, but it obeyed the man in white and scolded Zhao Sheng. At the same time, it also admitted in disguise that Zhao Sheng is the descendant of the man in white.

"Yaojing, calm down. He's deliberately provoking you." Zhao Sheng rolled his eyes and said to Zhao Yaojing. Zhao Sheng, who has signed a contract with Zhao Yaojing, naturally knows what Zhao Yaojing really thinks, so he won't blame Zhao Yaojing.

However, Zhao Sheng, who has experienced many moments of life and death in this world, knows a truth better than before, that is, no matter what he does, he can't mix too much personal subjective feelings, because that will affect his judgment.

Obviously, the man in white is deliberately angering Zhao Sheng and others. Zhao Sheng knows this very well, so he is also trying to keep himself sober and can't follow the wishes of the enemy.

After calming down a little, Zhao Sheng noticed the root of the problem. That is, from the current scene, it seems that the men with different pupils in white clothes who occupy all the points, why do they come to annoy them?

The best explanation is that the actual situation of the man with different pupils in white at this time is not as relaxed as he seems now.

His eyes narrowed. Zhao Sheng didn't say anything more. He just controlled the aura in Dan's house and quickly instilled it into the wound on his shoulder.

In order to recover the bones and flesh more quickly, Zhao Sheng even asked him to instill it into his shoulder. All the Reiki that should have been apportioned in pain relief was also restored to the flesh and blood.

This is undoubtedly a very painful choice, and the speed is obviously not much faster than that of pain relief.

But in order to have a chance to live, Zhao Sheng had no choice.

"It's so boring. It won't annoy you." the man in white with different pupils was disappointed and fiddled with his hair. Then it was like thinking of something. The corners of his mouth said, "aren't you angry when you dig the tomb of your adoptive father?"

Adoptive father? Zhao Qing? After hearing the words he hadn't heard for a long time, Zhao Sheng, who was trying his best to recover from the injury, stared directly at the man with different pupils in white.

"My adoptive father's grave?! tell me what he is!" Zhao Sheng's mood became excited for a moment, and he was about to rush towards the man with different pupils in white.

Fortunately, Zhao Yaojing, who had almost recovered from his injury, was quick eyed and grabbed Zhao Sheng.

I'm kidding. They are still in the painting world. Although their authority is much weaker than before, it is still in the field controlled by the enemy.

"Well, that's right. Your adoptive father, Zhao Qing," said the man with different pupils in white. He had to reach out and take out a crystal ball from his arms.

Chronicle crystal?! At this time, I took out the chronicle crystal to play the picture of my adoptive father?

"No..." Zhao Sheng was in a trance and subconsciously wanted to refuse the picture he was about to see.

Zhao Sheng, who hasn't seen Zhao Qing's real body for a long time, knows that his adoptive father may really die in Qingyan forest like what was spread in Qingyan city.

But he didn't see Zhao Qing die with his own eyes, which also kept some hope in Zhao Sheng's heart.

"Ha ha... Can't you even accept the facts?" the strange pupils of the man in white twinkled with some inexplicable light, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Who the hell are you?" Zhao Sheng shouted in a low voice, holding the ground with his left hand so that he wouldn't fall down.

The man in white mentioned Zhao Qing and took out a chronicle crystal from his arms. He didn't know what scene was recorded. Zhao Sheng was more curious about the man who suddenly appeared and showed his strong combat power.

Who the hell is he? Why does he know Zhao Qing? Why take out a chronicle crystal?

"You don't need to know who I am, but I need to know whether you want to see the scene recorded in this chronicle crystal. I don't force you, but you only have this chance to choose. If you don't see it, I'll leave now." the man in white gently placed the Chronicle crystal on the ground, put his arms in front of his chest and said faintly.

"Gudong..." Zhao Sheng swallowed a mouthful of spit again, as if he had fallen into a hard ideological struggle.

However, even in the hard ideological struggle, Zhao Sheng did not forget to do what he had been doing before. In a short time, the bones and flesh of his shoulder had recovered about thirty or forty percent.

War never tires of fraud. It is absolutely impossible for Zhao Sheng to relax his vigilance because the man in white just said an adoptive father.

As long as the injury on his shoulder recovers, no matter what the purpose of the man in white is, Zhao Sheng will no longer be afraid of hands and feet. Strength is the root of self-confidence.

"I see." Zhao Sheng licked his lips and finally decided to check the contents of the note crystal.

No matter what will be recorded there, it will eventually give Zhao Sheng more time to recover from his injury.

"OK." the man in white nodded, instilled a trace of aura in his hand, and then covered it with the chronicle crystal.

About two breaths, a magnificent picture appeared in the eyes of Zhao Sheng, Feng Shuchen, Qinglong and Zhao Yaojing.