"Sister, do we know each other?"
Silence.
"Auntie..."
The wind rises and clouds gather!
"Sister!"
The smoke dissipates, and clouds are cleared~
Ning An feels a bit of a headache.
Although he doesn't know which part went wrong, he can still prove one thing.
The woman in this painting is indeed not an inanimate object.
Basically, he's used all the methods he could, but he simply can't deal with her.
Even a vague sense of sympathetic affection prevents him from having the desire to strike ruthlessly, if he had such a thunderous method at all.
Damn it!
While frowning and thinking about how to handle this later, Ning An suddenly feels an itch and warmth spreading from his back, a tingling sensation extending throughout his body.
"Poisoned?"
Utilizing the Five Ghosts Transport Technique with all his might, this sensation finally disappears after a moment.
After one more glance at the untouchable painting, Ning An sighs and turns to leave directly.
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