The morning sun shines on the other person's sharp features, gentle eyebrows, jade-like skin, which are particularly vivid. He is wearing a jade-colored robe, which perfectly sets off his graceful and elegant appearance.

He came here this morning without wearing a veil, just to be polite.

I didn't expect to have an unexpected gain.

Noticing that the other party was staring at him leisurely, Su Changzhao kept smiling, said nothing, quietly retreated to the door and closed it...

Bang!

It's not closed yet.

A hand was holding the door.

Behind the slender fingers was a handsome face that was pushing the door open and looking in.

At this moment, that handsome face was wearing a warm smile, as friendly and harmonious as the spring breeze.

But Su Changzhao knew that this was all an illusion.

"We have come here because of his reputation, but the painter is going to turn us away?" Yu Jiuchen asked with a smile.

Su Changzhao could no longer force a complete smile and said, "I don't know you. Why are you looking for me?" His tone was still polite.

While speaking, he slammed the door shut, ready to push the other person out.

But she had no martial arts skills and was no match for the other person.

Yu Jiuchen just pushed the door lightly, and it opened most of the way, allowing him to enter.

"Excuse me."

He said it was rude, but he was not polite at all.

After he broke in.

Su Changzhao watched as another young man in black also forced his way in.

The other party even smiled and bowed to her: "Excuse me~"

Su Changzhao was speechless: He knew he was disturbing me but still came in! This master and servant are really...

Seeing that Yu Jiuchen was not afraid that she would run away, he went straight into the house.

Su Changzhao was thinking about the reason why the other party came to him.

Thinking back to when we just met, the other party seemed quite surprised as well.

Therefore, the possibility of revenge can be ruled out for the time being.

She carefully recalled the original owner's memory again. In the past eighteen years, there was no such person as Yu Jiuchen in the original owner's life.

In other words, before last night, the original owner and Yu Jiuchen had no contact.

Apart from painting, the original owner could be said to be a recluse, and except for Brother Leopard, almost no one came to see her.

Why did Yu Jiuchen suddenly come to my house?

In this world, why would they intersect?

Recalling the world in the previous door, she was an assassin, Yu Jiuchen was the third prince of Fenglai Kingdom, Yu Jiuchen was cursed, and she was destined to be the person who could lift the curse, so their two people had an intersection in the dark.

What about this world? She is just a third-rate painter. What about Yu Jiuchen? Who is he?

Judging from Yu Jiuchen's clothes and the fact that he has followers, we can tell that he is not short of money.

He is very good at martial arts, but there are assassinations when he goes out, which shows that besides being rich, he also has a certain status.

Why would someone who has both money and status come all the way to find a third-rate painter?

With doubts in his mind, Su Changzhao saw Yu Jiuchen coming into the room. He first looked around the room and then went to the table.

On the table was the freshly baked masterpiece that she had worked hard on all night.

Remembering that the protagonist in those masterpieces was the other party, Su Changzhao immediately rushed over.

"Ah! You can't look at that! You can't look at that!"

Unexpectedly, the way out was blocked by the guy in black.

Yu Jiuchen also successfully picked up a stack of paintings on the table and began to admire them casually.

Su Changzhao lowered his head in grief and thought to himself: It's over now!

Unexpectedly, after seeing her vivid paintings, the other party asked: "These...are all painted by you?"

Su Changzhao opened her eyes again, thinking that the other party was just trying to identify the painter in order to avoid killing the wrong person, so she quickly clarified: "No! It's not me! These... were all bought by me!"

"Well drawn." The other party suddenly praised.

"..." Su Changzhao thought he had misheard, but he still didn't dare to be careless and echoed: "Yes, yes, that person's painting is really good~"

Next second.

The other party suddenly came up to me with strange steps, leaned over, and put his handsome face closer: "I said you draw well~" with a smile.

When Su Changzhao saw this face that looked like Ah Heng, he was dazed for a moment.

But she quickly saw through the other party's sugar-coated bullets and firmly denied: "No, no, no, these are not drawn by me!"

"Didn't you draw this?" The voice sounded like silk, soft and pleasant to the ear.

"Yes, yes, yes." Su Changzhao nodded repeatedly.

The handsome face in front of him stopped smiling for a second, and his eyes suddenly turned cold: "Mo Yu."

The guy in black: “Yes.”

"Kill~"

These two casual words made Su Changzhao feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"No, no, no, I drew it, I drew it!" she admitted through gritted teeth.

The handsome face in front of him immediately returned to his warm smile: "That's right~"

A big palm placed on the top of her little head and rubbed it gently.

Su Changzhao: “…” Oh my god, is it okay to kill by patting the head?

She said she was increasingly unable to understand the moody man in front of her.

After admitting that he had drawn his naked body, he didn't kill himself?

"Pack up and follow me." Yu Jiuchen said with his hands behind his back.

But after he finished speaking, he looked at the dilapidated house and immediately changed his words: "It seems there is nothing to clean up," with a hint of disgust, "Now follow me."

As if he was afraid that Su Changzhao would be unhappy, he still added with a gentle smile: "You only need to bring someone with you. I have everything."

“…”

·

Half an hour later, Su Changzhao finally understood that the other person's last words "everything" were too modest.

Looking at the magnificent building in front of her, nestled in the deep mountains and amidst the floating mist and warm green, she was dumbfounded.

This scale is larger than the City Lord’s Mansion in her Mingshui Ghost City.

Especially when you walk into it, you will see red roofs and green tiles, flying birds, and exotic flowers and rocks everywhere.

The colorful corridors and flying bridges are surrounded by clouds and mist, which is a beautiful sight.

"Have you never seen such a big house and such a beautiful place?"

Mo Yu came over and asked at some point.

Su Changzhao was following them at the moment, but he didn't know where they were going.

But seeing that Mo Yu kept trying to get close to her on the way, she concluded that this guy was the legendary sociable guy.

"Yes, this place is really beautiful. I wonder where it is?" Su Changzhao asked hurriedly.

"Apart from the Demon Palace, where else on Youfu Mountain could be as much like a fairyland?" Mo Yu's tone was filled with pride.

Demonic palace?

That's not a good name.

Su Changzhao remained calm and pretended to be surprised, "Wow, so this is the Demon Palace. I wonder why you brought a painter like me to the Demon Palace?"

Mo Yu didn't realize he was being tricked, and was about to say, "Yes..."

Suddenly, a voice came from the front: "Mo Yu."

"Here." Yu Jiuchen spoke, and Mo Yu immediately became respectful.

"There's nothing for you to do here, go down and have a rest."

"Yes." Mo Yu left without saying a word.

Su Changzhao noticed that Yu Jiuchen was looking at him, so he deliberately looked away.

But the other party suddenly approached and asked: "Why are you silent? Didn't you just want to know why you came here?"

When Su Changzhao looked straight ahead, she could only see the other person's chest, and she didn't dare to look any higher.

Although the more you know, the faster you die.

But she felt that since the other party had specially "invited" her back, she must be useful and would not die now, so she plucked up her courage and looked up at the other party.

"Will you tell me?"

Yu Jiuchen seemed to be surprised by her courage, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips again: "Yes, the place I'm taking you to now is the answer."

So, Yu Jiuchen led the way gracefully in front, and Su Changzhao didn't ask another question.

After a moment.

Su Changzhao looked at a piece of calligraphy on the table in front of him and asked, "Is this the answer?"

"Yes." Yu Jiuchen nodded gently, "I want you to draw all the words on it."

“These are all in Sanskrit.”

"Do you know Sanskrit?"

“I don’t know him.”

"So," Yu Jiuchen tapped the table with his fingertips, "I asked you to draw, not write. Just listen carefully and start."

“…”

"What? Do you need to watch for a while longer? Let me remind you, if you can't do it, I will kill you."

"Why?"

“No reason, because I’m happy.”

Su Changzhao was speechless: "..."

Kill, kill, kill, you think you are killing a chicken? Ah Heng in this life is really a bloodthirsty person.

"I see." She glanced at the copybook, grabbed a corner and closed it, saying, "You can take it."

"..." Yu Jiuchen was slightly surprised, but he remained calm. Looking at the calligraphy she had closed, there were at least nearly a thousand Sanskrit characters densely packed on it.

Moreover, in order to test whether she could really remember everything she saw, these Sanskrit words were pieced together here and there. It would be useless even if she wanted to cheat by memorizing them in advance.

"Okay, you draw." Yu Jiuchen took the calligraphy and walked silently to the side to sit down.

Seeing that he didn't leave, Su Changzhao probably thought he was trying to prevent him from cheating.

Are you kidding? He was the one who got the calligraphy copy. But how many people in the world can understand Sanskrit?

Forget it, we adults don’t bear grudges.

For the sake of her life, she gathered her thoughts and began to draw the first Sanskrit word on paper.

After successfully drawing five, she suddenly realized that the original owner's ability to remember everything he saw was truly amazing.

So while the impression was still fresh in her mind, she began to concentrate on copying the calligraphy she had just seen, stroke by stroke.

there.

Yu Jiuchen kept staring at Su Changzhao, who was concentrating on writing at his desk.

Thinking about last night, when she saw him, she called out his name.

Heng, Yu Heng.

No one knows his real name.

How did this little painter know this?

Moreover, after the second meeting, he felt that the other person gave him a more familiar feeling.

It's not just that I've seen him before, but it's as if I've known him for a long time...