Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 95: Unfortunate

When I was on Fortuna Island, I had received many merchant ships from the West. There are many businessmen from Western countries. The old guy was not surprised by the Western painter named Lang Shining in front of him, and even smiled at Lang Shining.

The Westerner on the opposite side returned the salute with Western etiquette, and then he walked in front of the people and demons, and said in fluent Chinese: "Dear gentlemen, please accept your blessings from Italy... This white man Mr. Hair, do you mind if I make a portrait of you? It won't waste your time, just set aside half an hour for us every afternoon..."

After Wu Mian glanced at the Western painter, he only answered two words: "Mind..." After saying that, he ignored the somewhat embarrassed Western painter, turned around and walked towards the palace where he temporarily lived. .

At this time, Bai Wuqiu walked up to the Western painter and said, "Foreign devil, it's not Lao Tzu who told you. How can you be like this, you will be painted in the blue sky and daytime. Besides, what is there to paint with a little white face? Look at the figure and appearance of Lao Tzu, isn't it more pleasing to the eye than that little white face? In this way, if you paint a portrait of Lao Tzu, the good Lao Tzu will be rewarded."

"I'm sorry, dear sir, your appearance is indeed unique, but it's not so unique that I have to draw it." Lang Shining bowed slightly, glanced at the back of the white-haired man, and faced Liang Jiugong. He said, "Mr. Manager, please persuade the white-haired gentleman again. His appearance and temperament are very characteristic. If he can draw it, he will be able to survive in the world."

"Lord Lang, that gentleman is a guest invited by the emperor. I don't dare to say that as a servant." Liang Jiugong smiled and continued: "It's getting late, Sir Lang should leave the palace first. Leaving the palace I can't use the brand after the application, and after I change the brand, I have to go back to serve the emperor..."

After Lang Shining sighed, he had to follow Liang Jiugong to the outside of the palace. Looking at Wu Mian's back after he walked a few steps, Kuai Bugui smiled and said to himself, "Yeah, both appearance and temperament are so mean. Well, even Westerners It's obvious..."

Before the two sentences were finished, there was a thunderous sound on the top of the head, which made the old guy shrink his neck in fright: "Good ears, I can still hear..."

As expected by Gui Bugui, the God Lord has never appeared since the fight against 'Han Zhen'. Although Kangxi noticed the tricks of Efu Mansion, he pretended not to know anything. He personally decreed that money should be allocated from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to renovate the Efu Palace, and he also gave Wu Yingxiong the title of a third-class viscount.

In the blink of an eye, half a year passed, and the Lord of God never appeared again, which slowly relaxed the tense nerves of Wu Mian and Gui Bugui. Guangren has been in the palace for a long time, worried that he will be involved in the national fortune unintentionally. A month after the 'Hanzhen' incident, he took his disciples out of the palace and moved to a Taoist temple very close to the palace, leaving only Wu Mian, Gui Bugui and two monsters to continue to live. in the palace.

These days, the Western painter named Lang Shining has come to see Wu Mian from time to time. He repeated those words over and over again, and wanted to paint a portrait of Wu Mian. In order to make the white-haired man trust him, Lang Shining also brought his paintings from his hometown in Italy. In addition to the lifelike portraits, there are actually many full-length portraits of women who don't wear much clothes and have graceful postures...

Wu Mian didn't have the time to look at the painting, but the ginseng doll on the side had red eyes. He leaned over and looked at the woman in the portrait and said, "Tsk tsk tsk...Look at the little girls of Westerners who don't wear anything to make people's portraits... Who is that - Lang Shining, we are going to ask you. Aren't the little girls the same as they don't dress very much?"

"How is that possible? Painting is art and cannot be mixed with life." Seeing that Wu Mian had no interest, Lang Shining sighed unwillingly. Then he rolled up the reluctant portrait in Xiao Ren San's hand, ready to stuff it into the painting tube he carried with him.

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At the same time that Lang Shining rolled up the portrait, he started with a little more strength, and even stabbed a transparent hole in the portrait on the two outer layers. These are the two most satisfying paintings that Lang Shining has painted. After seeing that he was punctured by himself, he almost fainted.

"That's what you say? Take a good picture of a bare-ass little girl, I'll blind you." After looking at Lang Shining's destroyed painting, Xiao Ren San also patted his thigh and sighed: "I knew it earlier. You can keep these two paintings for us to look at."

When Xiao Ren San was talking, he grabbed the bottle on the table and stuffed it into his mouth. He tried a little harder, and with all his energy on the two damaged paintings, the corner of his mouth was smashed by the jug, and then the blood even flowed down. Xiao Ren San squatted on the ground covering his mouth, and the blood ran down his fingers to the ground

Bai Wuqiu, who was watching on the side, laughed out loud, Er Leng Zi pointed at Xiao Ren San and said, "Mr. Ren, you just sit here and don't move to the painting..."

Before he finished speaking, a palace maid came over with a soup bowl. Seeing that she was about to walk to Bai Wuqiu's forehead, she stumbled suddenly, the palace maid's left foot stumbled on her right foot, and she threw the soup pot in her hand towards Bai Wuqiu.

A pot of duck meat and ham soup was buckled on Bai Wuqiu's head, even with the soup pot, and a scream came from the hot Er Lengzi's mouth. When Gui Bugui started to take the soup bowl out of it, he saw that Er Lengzi's head had been burnt to a maroon color.

"What day is it today, why is it so unlucky?" Seeing the appearance of the two demons in front of him, Gui Bugui frowned slightly, then he turned around and said to himself, "A A sudden accident is called bad luck, and now there are four in a row..."

When he said this, Wu Mian stood up from his chair. Then he looked at one person and two demons and said, "Just like this, don't move..." At the same time as he spoke, the white-haired man said to a group of eunuchs walking across from him, "I said it myself last time, and when I see you again, Just stuff you. If you're willing to show up by yourself, I'll spare you one more time..."

The team of eunuchs who said this sentence was a little inexplicable. After they glanced at each other, they didn't understand who the white-haired man on the opposite side was speaking to.

Seeing that no one of these eunuchs stood up, Wu Mian sneered and continued: "It seems that you are ready..."

A leading **** trotted over and said to Wu Mian with a smiling face: "Xianchang, are you talking to us? Did someone offend Xianchang? You order him out. The servant will vent your anger... "

"No need, father-in-law is better to hurry up. There was a little accident here just now, but fortunately there is nothing major." At this time, Gui Bugui also came over and smiled at the two monsters, but he didn't know what to do. Forgot to comfort a little: "You two have nothing to do, minor illness is a blessing..."

When I said this, the bunch of eunuchs had nothing to do with them. After bowing to Wu Mian, he walked towards the position of the imperial study. At this time, apart from the maid with a slashed foot, there are no outsiders...

At this time, Wu Mian frowned. As soon as he saw the unfortunate incidents coming together, he decided that it was the deceased **** who appeared nearby. After cheating a bit, he didn't scare the gods out. This is land, which is not suitable for the time when I used illusion at sea to find the **** of decline.

"It's not necessarily a bad god, maybe it's bad luck?" Gui Bugui smiled at Wu Mian, and then continued: "The Lord of God is not your opponent, how dare a small bad god..."

While talking, Di Beng, who was hiding in his waist, suddenly made a loud noise, and a huge beam of light appeared under the old guy's buttocks. Fortunately, Gui Bugui responded in time and leaned forward. Did not let Dibeng's beam of light hurt...