My Line Connect To The Demon World

Ye Fan pretended to be shocked.    

"The painting just now was drawn by an unknown painter. This is the authentic work of Tang Bohu."    

"Yeah, even if Tang Bohu's painting is not worth much, it can't be worse than an ordinary artist's painting." Soong Jiao narrowed her eyes and asked.    

Wang Sicong shook his head.    

"Do you want me to say it?"    

Both of their eyes met.    

There seemed to be countless sparks mixed within.    

It was a game.    

Wang Sicong's eyes were firm like a rock.    

At this moment.    

Soong Jiao immediately lost.    

"Sigh, no need to say anymore. I believe you have already seen through it."    

"Thank you for your trust."    

Actually, this Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix was a fake.    

Ye Fan could tell from the beginning.    

Wang Yiqiao saw Soong Jiao's reaction.    

How could he not know that what Ye Fan said was true?    

He asked in surprise, "Mo, why does the museum have fake paintings?"    

Ye Fan said angrily, "Use your little head to think about it. This is the school museum. There are so many people here, and there are so many people."    

"If it is damaged or lost, who will be responsible? The real painting should be placed in a safer and more secure place."    

"Oh, so that's how it is! Third Brother, you are really awesome!"    

Wang Yiqiao sighed with emotion.    

Friends who had watched TV should know about it.    

The so-called experts on TV.    

Holding a flashlight and wearing gloves, he wished he could look at the antiques to the sky.    

As for Ye Fan.    

He could tell what was going on the moment he entered the room.    

How could an ordinary person be able to compare with such discerning eyes?    

"Hehe, you don't have to be envious of me. You won't be able to learn it."    

"Mo, teach me when you have time."    

"What's the use of learning this? It takes time, effort, money and talent. Besides, if you really want to see antiques, can't you just give me a call?"    

"You seem to be right."    

After saying what Ye Fan had taught him.    

Wang Sicong did not want to miss it too much.    

He smiled at Soong Jiao, turned around and left.    

This was the second move of Ye Fan.    

To catch someone, one must play it by the hand.    

Soong Jiao's grandfather, Prof. Soong, had many disciples.    

And many of them were people she had dug up.    

The strength and talent that Wang Sicong displayed clearly surpassed those disciples.    

She suddenly felt a sense of love for his talent.    

"Handsome, wait a moment. Can I leave your contact details?"    

"This..."    

Wang Sicong's heart was filled with joy.    

But on the surface, he pretended to be hesitant.    

This scene had to be seamless.    

He couldn't rush every step.    

"Can't I?"    

Wang Sicong's hesitation caused Soong Jiao to become anxious.    

At this time.    

As a wingman, Ye Fan naturally had to take action.    

He smiled. "Beauty, my second brother has never had a girlfriend before, and he doesn't have any friends from the opposite sex. He's just a little shy!"    

"I have his WeChat. Can you add it?"    

Soong Jiao smiled.    

She did not expect there to be such a person.    

He was already so big.    

He had actually never been in a relationship before.    

For some reason, she was interested in Wang Sicong.    

She was afraid that this kind of person was a true genius.    

He would never waste his time on those male and female lovers.    

He put all of his experiences on improving his knowledge.    

"Okay, then let's add him. You can recommend him to me on WeChat."    

"Okay."    

Ye Fan did not reject anyone.    

In fact, he did not want to add them.    

A friend's wife should not be bullied.    

Plus, it was easy to create contradictions.    

But if you don't add it, it would be hypocritical.    

He might even become a stumbling block on Wang Sicong's path of love.    

Sigh!    

He successfully added it on WeChat.    

The three of them left the museum as well.    

In the dormitory.    

Wang Sicong's butt seemed to have caught on fire.    

He kept tossing and turning under the bed.    

He couldn't even sit down calmly.    

"Mo, thank you so much this time. You are my second parent. You are my brother Feng on the road of love. You serve the people."    

"You're welcome."    

Ye Fan said lightly, "You are about to get your contact number, but don't forget that you are a paper tiger. You will easily be exposed."    

"It's fine. I need to rely on my sharp tongue to successfully capture her heart."    

"I hope so."    

Ye Fan shook his head.    

He turned around and laid down on the bed and entered the Demon Realm Group.    

Black Mountain Old Demon: Sigh, when will the long period of cultivation be the end?    

Grandma Tree Demon: Who says not? I don't even remember how long I have lived.    

Thirteenth Lady Chun asked, What happened today? Was it a training session?    

Mrs. White Bone replied, It is indeed boring. If we continue to cultivate, our strength will almost be comparable to that of a Divine Immortal, but we still need to cultivate.    

Yellow Wind Monster said, Stop bragging. When you meet a Divine Immortal, the first one to be beaten to death will be you.    

Mrs. White Bone asked, Who are you talking about? Come to my White Bone Cave and have a fight?    

Yellow Wind Monster said, Boring. I've already fought 1,800 times. I really can't raise my interest.    

...    

In an instant.    

The entire group was filled with a depressed atmosphere.    

Comparisons were really infuriating.    

What Ye Fan lacked was time.    

If that was the case.    

He would help everyone.    

Make a good impression.    

Always Drilling Wind: Cough cough.    

Little Qing: Why is it Always Drilling Wind?    

Red Lotus: Hehe, Always Drilling Wind will send us some more emoticons?    

Always Drilling Wind: No, that thing doesn't have any technical content.    

Hundred-eyed Devil Lord: Oh? Little brother, what does it have to do with skill?    

Always Drilling Wind: Don't you guys think it's too long? I'll get you some good stuff and wait.    

As soon as he finished speaking.    

It was as if the New Year had arrived in the group.    

Countless people were cheering.    

Everyone knew that Always Drilling Wind liked to study human things.    

There were many unexpected things.    

If there was really something good that could help them kill time.    

That would be a great blessing in life!    

Ye Fan thought for a long time.    

He had wanted to send them an anime to watch.    

But he immediately rejected it.    

The prerequisite for an anime was a manga.    

No matter what, I have to give them a gradual process.    

It was better to read a manga first.    

Ye Fan rushed to the manga store.    

He bought twenty to thirty mangas including the Naruto, Conan, and Pirate King.    

That huge amount of comics couldn't even fit a cart of them.    

Luckily, Ye Fan could sweep them into the Treasure Chest.    

"Ding!"    

"'Ding!'"    

"'Ding. '"    

Dozens of red packets were sent out.    

In an instant, all of them were stolen.    

Black Mountain Old Demon: The tennis prince? What is this?    

Grandma Tree Demon: This is called the Naruto Ninja. I flipped through a few pages just now, and the characters inside are all using unconventional moves, trash.    

Thirteenth Lady Chun: This is called a beautiful girl warrior!    

...    

Ye Fan smiled.    

"Don't underestimate these things, they are all products of human culture, they are called comics."    

"The things inside are all fabricated. I'm sending them to you to relieve your boredom. Don't look at them with an examining attitude."    

The one Yellow Wind Monster snatched was the Pirate King.    

He was rather disdainful. "Hmph, a man who wants to become a pirate, what can he do? I want to see how this manga works. "    

"I'll take a look too."    

"I'm going too!"    

...