Fall In Love with the Boss Every Day

At this moment, the room was shrouded in golden light, and the overwhelming golden light moved towards the painting, almost covering the entire painting.

In the painting, Tao Yanxi frowned slightly as she saw her words being swallowed up by the whiteness in an instant.

Empty, what does it mean?

Tao Yanxi did not move, but sat there obediently, pretending to be a waste.

In this way, you can probably take some less damage, right?

The whiteness quickly regrouped, and it seemed to be a little thicker than before.

[Xiao Yao, come on, continue watching the TV series. 】 Tao Yanxi said to Xiao Yao.

[Okay~] Xiao Yao replied happily, the little master is watching the game with her, so nice!

Outside, everyone snorted, and the golden light dissipated, leaving only the room full of depression.

A trace of blood leaked from the corner of Jikong's mouth, he covered his mouth with his right hand, and the blood leaked out from between his fingers.

The bright red and white form a strong contrast, and it looks a little sad.

Xiekong sat down slumped, he closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, as if he was enduring some pain.

Unknown birds are calling outside the window, naughty white clouds are floating in the sky, and the breeze is coming, all this looks so warm.

But the birds were crying, the white clouds covered the warm sun, and the breeze was mixed with the stench of demons. It was a chaotic world after all.

Jiekong sat alone in the room for a long time, until the sun set and the bright moon hung high in the sky, he slowly stood up and left the room.

In the early morning, Tao Yanxi, who was watching the TV series in the painting, heard a strange sound.

She stopped watching the TV series, moved her ears, and listened to the outside world curiously.

"Small squeak"

"crack clap"

I don't know what made such a strange sound, which made Tao Yanxi a little curious.

"Oh, is this the painting?" A male voice whispered.

"Yeah, yeah~ Suck~" Another female voice sounded.

"Hehe, that stinky monk protected this painting so well, didn't we get it?" the man said.

The woman sucked and slipped, "Yes, yes, brother, let's eat it now!"

"No! The king said it, and I have to take it back." The man said.

The woman sighed in disappointment, "If the king ate this painting, he would be invincible in the world! Unfortunately, we can't share any of it..."

"Don't say that in front of the king," the man said, "and I heard that the king didn't eat it."

"Don't eat? What do you do? This is full of pure spiritual energy!" the woman asked in surprise.

"I don't know what Wang means, how would we know?" The man carefully removed the painting, "Let's go quickly."

"Yes, yes, let's go, it's not good for that stinky monk to wake up." The woman said to help the man clean up the painting.

The two had just put the painting in their arms when the door was suddenly opened.

Outside the door, standing clothes are empty without wind.

All empty hands clasped together, eyes indifferent.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore."

"Oh, you stinky monk, you are serving justice, who knows what's hidden in your heart!"

The man said and shoved the painting into the woman's arms, motioned her to run away with his eyes, and he would be entangled in nothing.

The next second, he quickly attacked towards Jiekong.