"This is not the real history."
Zuzi's lazy voice held a hint of cool detachment, "This painting has been altered."
In the scene, Fu Xi and Nuwa performed a fertility ritual, incredibly picturesque, making one blush.
This must be something that dead thing from the East Sea fantasized.
He would get a slap if he even touched her, yet he dreams of making humans with her?
With a wave of her hand, a fruit knife originally on the table appeared in Zuzi's hand, and she gracefully swung it across the mural.
Neat and crisp. Like a divine miracle.
Gu Jingyan watched in disbelief as the beautifully carved stone wall was stripped of a thick layer as if the fruit knife sliced through iron like mud.
"Whoosh——" The plaster crumbled and fell all over the ground.
The once clear and complete mural disappeared before their eyes, leaving only a smooth, unmarked stone wall.
Gu Jingyan was dumbfounded, "You, you're destroying cultural relics... art..."
