Remember the soul, the grade, record the life, give the judgment, and display the picture album.

Is it you? Yin and Yang Book?

Are you a life and death book in a vest?

Don't pretend to be dead, just make a sound.

Chen Feng was shocked. He had a lot of information from Liuli's mouth tonight, and he almost had indigestion.

Chen Feng stroked the carved knife and fell into deep thought.

If what she said was true.

The so-called Yin-Yang war is far more than what she described.

It has been at least 372 years since the Dashun Dynasty, and the chaos in the world has not changed much.

From the tip of the iceberg she revealed, it can be roughly inferred.

1: The last emperor of the Liewu Empire was either a hero or a brainless person. No matter which one it was, it would be impossible to start a war of yin and yang, or even a battle at higher levels, and there must be secrets.

2: In the battle that year, the result was obvious. Taizu of the Dashun Dynasty won, or in other words, the faction that supported the separation of yin and yang and each performed its own duties won.

3: The sentence under the sarcophagus, "It's him, he's not dead yet, his knife is not dead yet", combined with the carved sword mentioned by Liuli, is the emperor hat chisel of the Emperor of Fengdu, and the second one, the two were opposite back then.

4: The one who disappeared together was the Book of Life and Death of Yama. The owner of this Book of Life and Death is currently unknown.

5: The six meridians of Yinyi are the living walking in the Yinsi system of the Victory Square. The two-sided civil servants have learned for the time being that the soul master represents reincarnation, the digger represents Huangquan, and the remaining four meridians, I have not had much contact. In addition to the short-lived corpse-backed man in the Life and Death Ruins, and the coroner who was refined into silver corpse by him, the deepest contact was Huanhong, the clan of the Rongzhi, and the last meridian, which I don’t know for the time being.

6: This is the subconscious glass body with only the fragments of memory, which is the most evil concealer in the grave, most of whom was the "rebel" of the past. Otherwise, as the victor, it would be impossible to hide in this way. Then, based on this, the identity of the group of grave sellers in the ruins of life and death is subject to debate. If they know who the person in the grave is and sell it to me, then it would be terrible to think about it carefully.

7: Historical books are all "facts" written by the winner. If the truth is the exact opposite, it would be interesting to retort some of the above six points - for example, the big fish under the sarcophagus is not the winner, but the loser is suppressed on the Huangquan Road, and the Emperor of Fengdu is not the failure. He has never done it. He is a dignified emperor of ghosts and gods. Who can burp? It is terrifying to think about it.

8: The soul of the demon who was involved in the soul of the one-cornered immortal was evaluated by the Yin-Yang Book as "Don't look at it, you will be blind after watching it." Is this monster the monster who colluded with the last emperor of the Liewu Empire? The thing involved behind the incarnation of the Send-Send the Son was given the same evaluation by the Yin-Yang Book. What kind of role does he or she play?

9: I really want to dig out the great evil cover from the grave to make the soul-calling life. With my current strength, I probably can't do it. Otherwise, at least most of the above problems can be solved.

Ten: When you are hungry, cook some late supper.

"Hey, don't be idle, get my body done." Liuli knocked her teeth and said in a grievance.

Chen Feng slapped his mind and said annoyedly: "Hi, look at my memory. OK, because you saved me and provided so much information, I will do it for you quickly."

"That...what, can...can you?"

"No." Chen Feng saw Liuli's face and hesitant look, and decisively refused.

"Why are you like this? I haven't said what it is."

"Okay, then you say it, but I may not listen." Chen Feng said, using iron wires in his hands, and began to make up his own knowledge.

"Can you discuss it and don't make me look like you."

Chen Feng's subordinates cried and thought that inertial thinking killed people. I was called "You are a pig" by the iron wire that I looked like all day long. Liuli's request was really in line with my wishes.

What should I make up? Or do I make up a big bitch that Mikami Yua? I long for? Chen Feng's eyes lit up, and there was a strange look in his eyes, which made Liuli tremble when he saw it.

"You... don't eat me." Liuli's voice trembled with a crying voice. She read the crazy "I saw the delicious food and cried the next door" from Chen Feng's eyes.

Forget it, Chen Feng thought about it again, so what if he made it? Then, sparks are splashing everywhere, friction will make fire to keep warm? Wouldn't it really take an iron rod to grind it into a needle?

"What do you think?" Chen Feng returned to his seriousness, his face change was second only to Huanhong's unique skills.

"My appearance is."

I didn't see clearly what it looked like, I only saw the evil... Chen Feng complained in his heart, and learned from his mistakes and decided not to look at the grave with his eyes covering his eyes.

"I said you draw it, and then follow the portrait and make me come out."

Before Chen Feng could respond, Liuli couldn't wait to say, "My hair is as long as silver threads, my figure is slender, my wise fingers are wise, my bright eyes are bright and white teeth are naturally beautiful, my peerless and beautiful, and the gods praise me, and the fairy dances..."

"Stop, stop." Chen Feng made a stop gesture with a black line on his forehead, and his palm covered his fingertips.

I have seen those who praise me, but have never seen those who are so shameless and boastful. Is it because of the subconscious self-indulgence that the deity's personality is the opposite?

"Oh, you don't believe me after saying that. You're so stupid. Pig, you can get your hands on me first and I'll draw it myself."

Seeing Liuli's face full of impatient expression, Chen Feng rarely didn't argue. He also wanted to see what Liuli's deity looked like.

Chen Feng used the iron wire to make tricks and first made her hands.

This is a bit funny.

The two hands below the head are similar to the anime image of Baozi.

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, cinnabar, green and red clay...Work, Chen Feng started to attack this image of glass animation.

Not to mention, Liuli's hand-painting paintings are amazing.

I drew a figure on paper to life.

Chen Feng felt that any vocabulary was lacking at this time, and it was not enough to describe Liuli's fairy spirit.

Just from this paper, Chen Feng could only think of a few poems.

I saw plain hands when I pushed my sleeves and saw a golden ring with white wrists.

A golden hairpin on his head and a green slutty waist.

Pearls intersect with jade bodies, but corals are difficult to get.

How come the silk clothes flutter, and the light skirts return with the wind.

Looking at the remaining light, the roar of breath is like orchid.

As she said, she was full of silver silk and glorious galaxies, and she was so beautiful that she was floating in the sky.

The bun was stunned by Chen Feng's intent and moistened his pen again.

Pulling the clouds and fog, a clear light sword was drawn under the feet of the man in the painting, followed by traces of the scattered wind, indicating that he was flying on the sword while controlling the wind.

The final finishing touch is placed in your eyes.

A sense of clues around the world, indifferent and ruthless, letting me invincible arrogance in the world, the power of the Sword Fairy Empress is vividly revealed on paper.

"Okay, this is me." Liuli pen spread, clapped her hands, and looked at Chen Feng proudly.

"I still said I don't remember who I am? Hum?" Chen Feng said a strong nasal voice, and he went around to touch the scissors.

The proud Liuli instantly broke his skills, and his sad little eyes and eyebrows trembled with aggrieved waves. "As for artistic conception, who doesn't want his image to shine brightly? What you know about painting comes from reality, but it is higher than reality."

Liuli pushed the painting and wiped her tears with grievance, "If you don't do it, you won't do it. If you say so many excuses, you are just a heartless person. If someone saved you, I would have known that I would have let you die."

Oh! I'll tell you about the grace of saving my life. OK, you won.
Chapter completed!