Chapter 144: The memory of painting, Yousan Young Master

"Old thing, tell me how to leave this broken place!" Su Fan's cold face was full of stinky expressions.
"That's how you usually talk to your elders?" The mysterious voice was silent for a while, and said in a dissatisfied tone.
"In my eyes, everyone is the same, there is no distinction between elders and juniors!" Su Fan said honestly.
This is the truth. Since he came into this world, he has been like a thorn in his own way. Except for the people he really cares about, the rest of the people catch who stabs whom, and all those who disobey will be defeated. Rationale.
All sorts of people's ethical doctrines basically do not work here, because taking his own birth as an example, the artificial people in the technological world have grown up in glassware supplemented with nutrient solutions since their birth.
Had it not been for the of destruction to fish him out of the nutrient tank, he would now have no scum in the world of technology.
To some extent, Su Fan has been lack of love since he was a child, has no relatives or friends, and various emotional deficiencies. This directly makes him cold-hearted and can hardly integrate with ordinary people.
Although he has worked very hard to enter the life of a normal person during this period, his innate personality is not something that can be changed by changing it. Once he encounters certain stimuli, he will return to the original state.
"Unexpectedly your personality is like this...I feel a little relieved..." Surprisingly, the mysterious voice did not blame Su Fan, but said with a sigh of relief: "Youth, actually you want to go out It's very simple, you only need to read the memory of these paintings once!"
"The memory of painting?" Su Fan raised his eyebrows and asked a little curiously: "How do you look?"
"Don't worry, I'll take you to see it!" The mysterious voice chuckled.
In the next second, the mist suddenly spread to the surroundings, and the colorful stars floated out of the mist, gradually smearing the black space around Su Fan into a real scene.
When the entire space was all lit up, Su Fan realized that he was actually in a lively and prosperous small city. At this time, he was standing in the middle of a block, surrounded by crowds coming and going.
Looking at the bright sun in the sky, Su Fan had an illusion like a world away. Is this really a memory of painting? Why is the surrounding environment so realistic? He even heard the voice of everyone passing by him. Clearly Chu.
"Excuse me, what is this place!"
Su Fan stretched out his hand and patted the shoulder of a person who had just passed by.
But I didn't want to, my hand actually penetrated the person's shoulder and touched it.
Ok! ?
Su Fan's expression condensed, he could not touch this person, could it be that all of this is fake?
So he found a few people to try again, and found that he could not touch them, and he realized that except for this street, other trails or corners in the world were blocked by something, even These people coming and going appear out of thin air.
Here... it's really just a fake world!
Su Fan wandered around this street for a while and didn't see anything different. He couldn't help wondering, could it be that the mysterious voice was playing tricks?
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of shaking horses hoofs on the street directly in front. Su Fan looked up and saw a dozen young people riding horses galloping here.
"Get out, get out of it, get out of it if you want to survive, if you accidentally startled Wu Xuecong of the Third Young Master of the You Family and cut your heads off, you can't afford it!"
Among the dozen or so young people, a few people dressed as guards guarded the surroundings, running while holding whips to drive nearby civilians.
The civilian shop vendors on both sides of the street retreated to the corners, and everyone's face was filled with a little awe and dissatisfaction.
"Things that are arrogant..." Su Fan said in a disdainful tone, standing under a big tree on the side of the street.
The dozen young people rode to a small stall not far from Su Fan and took the reins. A young man in a silver-white gown turned over from one of the black horses and walked towards the small stall.
The small stall was run by an old man who made clay figurines. When he saw the boy approaching, he immediately greeted him with a nervous expression: "Old man Li Tieshuan has seen Young Master You San!"
Ok! ?
Su Fan, who was observing in secret, was taken aback. Before this Young Master You San was protected by a group of people, he didn't take a close look at the other person's appearance.
Now Young Master You San got off the horse and walked out of these people, and he could see the face of each other at a glance.
The boy in front of him has long red lips and white teeth, picturesque willow eyebrows, exquisite features, and eyes like stars, just like a beautiful girl!
Su Fan twitched his mouth. He wanted to catch the owner of that mysterious voice and have a fight!
What kind of memory is this painting? It's a prank!
Or why this Young Master You San looks exactly like his Su Fan? There is no such coincidence in the world, and the world is more inclined to the world of martial arts, and the possibility of artificial humans is simply not true!
Just when Su Fan was thinking about it, Young Master Yousan swaggered to the clay master named Li Tieshuan, and said with his nostrils up to the sky, "I heard that Sister Lingxuan likes what you pinch...you pinch... …"
Speaking of this, Young Master You San had a tone, scratching his head and thinking for a while, but he didn't think of the following words, so he waved at a guard on horseback behind him and asked: "Shunzi, sister Lingxuan likes what he pinches. Right?"
The guard named by him quickly jumped off his horse and walked in front of Young Master You San, half-bending his waist respectfully and said: "Enlighten the Third Young Master, it is rumored that Miss Wu likes the wishing doll he pinched!"
"Yes, yes, that's it!" Young Master You San's eyes lit up, he patted the guard's shoulder with a smile on his face, and said excitedly: "Oh, Shunzi, you have helped this Young Master so much, go back. I will reward you again!"
"Thank you Sanshao, thank you Sanshao!"
The security guard named Shunzi closed his eyes with his waist and smiled.
Then, Young Master Yousan turned his head and looked at Li Tieshuan, and said directly, "I said old man, what kind of wishing dolls would you pinch?"
"This wishing doll... the old man will pinch a total of 108 kinds..."
Li Tieshuan was a little old, and he was bent over for a long time, and a cold sweat broke out on his head.
"Okay, give Ben Shao ten of each, and you will be able to hand it over to You Family within three days!" At this point, Young Master You San said in a gloomy tone: "If you can't hand it in on time, Ben Shao will not only want I have set off your broken stall and will drive you out of Huangquan City! Old man! Do you understand it!?"