Chapter 585 The painter who came to make fun of me

When Field was fighting against the Shadow World Sect, he carefully read the wanted notices in various provinces of the empire. This wanted criminal from Yinshui Province has killed countless people.

"Third level magical skill, copy it, Bird Soul Fire at dawn!"

Seeing that she was seen through, Qingyin's previous gentleness and intelligence disappeared in an instant. Instead, a strange coldness bloomed, and the hidden murderous aura was like an evil ghost in the lake.

In her hand, she splashed ink with a feather brush in the air, instantly sketching out countless black day-blooming birds. The wandering Tianming Bird exudes a cold and bloody murderous aura.

"It's amazing that you can imitate magical skills."

"Isn't this my magical skill?" Feromine blinked twice, folded her hands across her chest, and said coldly, "Next time, remember to explain the source."

Qingyin waved her brush: "Yes, this is my art, enjoy it."

The surrounding Tianming Bird howled miserably, and not only did it not fly out, but it exploded suddenly, with black flames that directly knocked Qingyin to the ground.

"Wow! It hurts so much."

Qingyin's soul was shocked, her eyes were blank, and she was ignited by the soul fire. She rolled around on the ground in pain, trying to put out the flames.

"Ah, this." Ashina was messy in the wind, "Thankfully I'm still prepared to take it seriously."

"Awesome, your art is to blow yourself up."

Field looked confused and couldn't help but applaud. Xiu'er, is that you?

"My magical skills are exclusive." Filomena couldn't hold back, covering her mouth and smiling brightly, "Don't even think about copying Disaster's ability."

"This skill is interesting. Capture her and let Kuroyu absorb it."

Field rubbed his chin: "It seems to have quite a few limitations, but it's still very good."

"Don't be too proud, I didn't lose."

The ignited Qingyin didn't even extinguish the flame on her head, but still stood up stubbornly: "Third-level magical skill, blood-painted evil servant!"

The drawing board that fell to the ground was gushing with blood, withered corpse hands protruding from it. A shrill wail was heard, and three slender monsters with no heads walked out of the painting.

"Roar!" The slender monster was extremely terrifying.

"Cover my retreat." Qingyin ordered.

"We refuse."

The monster servant turned around strangely, stepped forward in a very oppressive manner, grabbed Qingyin's perfectly curved ankle, and lifted her up.

"Hey, hey, hey? No, let me go." Qingyin's pupils were shaking. She wanted to control it, but found that she couldn't do it. "Oops, the soul power is so damaged that I can't even control the evil servant."

"You killed us, we will take revenge!"

The monster grinned ferociously, grabbing her skirt and trying to tear it open. Qingyin's two long legs kicked the monster wildly, which aroused the monster's interest.

"It's funny, I was so serious before." Field didn't hold back, "You can actually explode the defeat animation by yourself. It's better not to give it to Kuroyu, so as not to waste it."

No one fought back and allowed Qingyin to perform. She was able to defeat herself. Looking at her weak look before, I thought she was a beast in disguise, but it turns out she is really weak. It is rare to see such a pure person.

"Put her down, I'm afraid of being struck by lightning."

"In addition, the soldiers are going to rest." Field asked the soldiers to leave.

The soldiers around him were all preparing to watch the show, but they were no longer in the mood to work.

"Yes, sir." Ashina stepped forward with a spear like a dragon, instantly beheading the evil servant and knocking the painter to the ground.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Qingyin wiped away tears: "It's so unlucky. I just want to draw a picture. Why are you bullying people like this?"

"What are you playing at?" Gehros came over humming a tune, and she was suddenly startled. "This wave of divine power is the God of Slaughter. Although it is well hidden, I can feel the bond of the same kind."

After saying this, Gehros's divine power fluctuated.

Qingyin suddenly raised her head and said in shock: "The imperial army has accepted the Chosen God of Slaughter again? Then can you stop wanting me?"

"Wait a minute, my mind is very confused." Field rubbed his eyebrows, "Let's talk about one thing, what is your name? Are you the beheading artist I mentioned?"

"Well... my stage name is Qingyin. As for beheading the painter, it is true, but it is normal for the God's Chosen to kill." Qingyin shrugged and picked up the drawing board, "You have killed a lot of people, too. And it fits my aesthetic perfectly.”

"It's true. After all, I'm called: Bloody Hand Massacre." Field said nonsense.

Qingyin continued: "Ever since the empire designated the God of Slaughter as a traitor and a demon, I have been hunted every day and have to protect myself."

"As for the bloody rumors, it's because I often appear at murder scenes and pursue the art of blood. I never kill innocent people indiscriminately."

This is not nonsense, she was bumped into by Qiao before and he didn't kill anyone.

"It turns out he is the God of Slaughter, so it is not surprising that he is wanted." Field nodded, "After all, the Shadow Cult has done too many evil deeds."

"Sisters are also involuntarily exploited by villains. After all, the empire no longer has our home."

Qingyin sighed: "We, the God of Killing, have been loyal to the empire for generations, but we got involved in a cruel royal struggle. In the end, the queen's sister failed and was killed. We knew too much, and without the origin and protection of the Rose family, we became everyone's cry Beat the rat."

"No one in the whole world is willing to accept us."

"Protected by the Ross family?" Field leaned back in disbelief, "Zun Du and Fake Du?"

He is the earl's biological son, and no one protects him.

"At least in the past, the Ross family was very prosperous. When the Sixth-rank God-chosen: Bloody Rose was there, we all had a backbone. Unfortunately, now we no longer have wings to protect us from the wind and rain."

"I'm afraid that the Ross family now doesn't have a single God-chosen for killing."

"And me, and me!" Gehlos raised his hand quickly like a primary school student who could answer questions.

Qingyin widened her eyes: "Huh? Could it be..."

"Yes, I am the heir of the Ross family." Field raised his head at a 45-degree angle to the sky, "I have never forgotten that my charming ancestor would of course accept the Chosen One of the Killing God."

"Hey hey hey!"

Qingyin was about to cry: "No wonder, I smell the scent of the Chosen One of the Killing God on you, very strong."

"Hmm?" Asina leaned over and sniffed the smell, "I can't smell it at all."

"There is such a thing." Gehlos said shyly, "My lord, you didn't take my clothes secretly, did you?"

"Ahem, I'm not that kind of person. Another question, what is your relationship with Wuyin." Field quickly changed the subject.

"Wuyin? Who is that? Is she also a painter?"

"Night Owl's killer."

"Ah~"

Qingyin used a paintbrush to outline a painter's cap, then used divine power to weave the cap and put it on her head: "They are all quick-made God's Chosen, and their names are also plagiarized. They probably borrowed my stage name. In addition, my real name is: Aligal."