A Man from Heaven Walks From the Painting, and Xu Bastard Is Drank Out of Three Cups (1)

Feng Xiao fell to the ground and even his pupils trembled in fear.

He raised his head and felt that the surrounding space had become incomparably vast, and he was infinitely small.

The sickly young master who looked down on him had become a tall and contemptuous giant. Beside him, the shadows of the passers-by, whose colors had changed, whispered to each other. Every word was heart-wrenching.

There were thousands of accusing fingers!

"No!"

Feng Xiao cradled his head and slowly inched his way until his back was against the pillar. Only then did he feel that he had some support.

"It's just a sword! That's all!"

"How could it be possible for someone to do it... You're lying! You're lying to me! You want to destroy my Dao heart!"

Feng Xiao angrily pointed at the giant Xu with trembling fingers.

"If self-deception can make you feel better, I have nothing to say."

"Ah!"