Human Skin Painter

"Human skin painters" use hair as a brush, human blood as ink, human skin as paper, and human bones as inkstones; they do not depict romance, nor imitate heroes, but only use the world's magic soldiers in their paintings. People say that the "Human Skin Painter" is vicious and vicious, and he specializes in the art of disguise. Some people say she is a twenty-eight-year-old girl, others say she is an old man with gray hair on her temples, and some say she is a rough man with a curly beard, and sometimes she looks like a scholar with a handsome face... Is she a human? Is it a ghost? Is it right? Is it evil? Who knows. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>Updated at 8 o'clock every night. Collections and comments are welcome>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>On September 13, this article was added to VIP, with three updates that day>>>>>>>>>>>>>> At the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, the swordsman Zhao Luohan was assassinated and was reborn nine years ago to do it all over again. Should we go on a killing spree or wash our hands in a golden basin? Is it a new love, or is it an old love? . . . The intervention of the human skin painter made everything confusing. In short, after the male protagonist was reborn, he left the female protagonist's life behind and tied her to his side for play. After playing for a while, the heroine died, and then she was reborn, and began to carry out brutal humane destruction of the hero. This article = rebirth flow + Jianghu style + suspense school + deep affection that is about to overflow. A little sweet, a little sadistic, a little royal, a little mysterious. >>> After rebirth, he returned to the year when he first met her. That winter, she was carried to him by a snow mastiff and became the most useless confidant around him. >>> After rebirth, she returned to the day she married in a foreign country. From the vast grassland to the snow-covered country, her eyes finally lost sight of him. How to love? There is a kind of love, separated by seventeen years of hatred between the country and the family. There is a kind of love that buries the unspeakable secrets of two generations. There is a kind of love that stands in front of you without knowing it. There is a kind of love called forgiveness. Conception: