Fairyland, Big Problem

"Of course, I can't take things from the air and bring back the watermelon, right?"

"Wow--"

"Why are you crying again?"

Wen Jiu was full of doubts. Logically, he brought back the watermelon in the red wedding dress. It should be very happy. Why does it feel like it violated the taboo.

do you know?

My true face cannot be seen by you.

"why."

Wen Jiu entered a very serious state again, the mystery of the blue-black mist was unsolved, could it be related to the watermelon in the red wedding dress.

because…

"Um."

because…

"Calm down, I'm here, it's alright."

Because...the bridal chamber can only be seen by the groom on that day...

The red wedding gown wailed, and the red lines began to tremble.

I'm not clean anymore, I can't get married!

"Huh."

Wen Jiu raised his anger for a long time, intending to calmly analyze the cause of the blue-black fog, but it turned out to be this kind of thing.

"It doesn't matter, I just don't see it."

woo...

Tell me, am I beautiful?

Wen Jiu was at a loss for words, and promised that he didn't see it. Now he wants me to comment on his appearance and what's going on.

"It's very beautiful, it's really Xiaojiabiyu, and it's easy to bully."

Indeed, the face of the red wedding dress is weak, the standard door is not two doors, the eldest lady who is knowledgeable and reasonable.

In other words, the former Miss An was like that, the red wedding dress has nothing to do with illness.

that...that...

The red thread conveys follow-up queries.

I'm good-looking or Feifei is good-looking.

"Of course it's you, can Feihu see it?"

Wen Jiu returned with Commander Feipeng's sword on his back, feeling the desire to return home from the world's tactics, and then think about Feihu.

Blood pressure is up!

It is no longer a question of whether it looks good or not.

If you travel back in time and space back to more than 300 years ago, Lao Tzu chops Feihu to death with a shovel, so that Commander Feipeng will not be turned into a demon.

Based on this idea, it is useless for the other party to be an angel.

With Wen Jiu's unequivocal affirmation, the red wedding dress was comforted. The red thread can only convey emotions, but there is a sweet smell of honey in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Mr Wen…

"Um?"

Am I beautiful or January is beautiful?

"this…"

Wen Jiu fell into deep thought, "How can I say this, it's not of the same type, it's in January..."

The air in the room was almost stagnant, the temperature continued to drop, and the cold penetrated the flesh and went straight to the bone marrow.

The red wedding dress in the image of Sweet Dream stood up and walked outside the reception room, not knowing what it was going to do.

"Stop, stop, you are beautiful, and the moon is derived from you, so your beauty is up to you."

Thanks to Wen Jiu's witty operation, the atmosphere has warmed up, and the image of the dream has returned.

"Ha chi~"

Outside the small building, Yuan Yue sneezed involuntarily, followed by a chill.

Inexplicably, it feels a little bit like walking around in the juncture of life and death.

"Sister Yuanyue, what's the matter with you?"

Xingyue, who was at the back of the row, asked with concern.

Yuan Yue was also confused, "I don't know..."

Back to the reception room of the red wedding dress.

The watermelon was handed back, it was obviously much more stable, a little bit of desire for nothing.

Of course, if Wen Jiu left, he would be disappointed again.

In fact, the red wedding dress passed through Feipeng Pass a hundred years ago, and when she saw her watermelon, she had regained her appearance.

But this thing cannot be held by others, especially enemies.

This time, Wenjiu brought back the watermelon and killed Feihu. The red wedding dress was so moved that she silently encouraged herself.

After the experience of Feipengguan, this is a true and sincere husband.

An red bean!

come on!

"I want to ask something about the magic of Feipengguan."

As soon as Wen Jiu opened his mouth, the affectionate and sweet mentality of the red wedding dress exploded instantly.

At this point, shouldn't you ask me for a reward? !

"Ah? Then you reward me with some information about the sorcery of Feipengguan..."

snort!

The well-fed red wedding dress got up and curled up in the posture of a spicy crayfish on the back chair.

Wen Jiu froze by the tea table, wondering what kind of anger it was.

Angry returns to anger, the red thread still conveys the news, and the red wedding dress makes Wen Jiu continue to talk.

"That's it, Captain Feipeng has a large lizard mount..."

Wen Jiu couldn't describe what "additional super power attributes" meant, so he could only describe it as:

The blue-black mist allowed the evil thing to master a type of magic that did not belong to it.

The red wedding dress shrunk into a ball, angrily expressing that she had never seen it before, and did not know.

While puffing up, the red wedding dress took out something similar to a bandage and wrapped the sword tightly, which sealed the evil spirit of domineering.

Otherwise, the three seals will sooner or later be destroyed by the sword.

"Miss An, let me draw a pattern for you, it's highly recognizable."

The red wedding dress and the twelve red silk can directly convey ideas.

Soon, I sensed the call to Yuanyue to go upstairs with a pen and paper, and grind it with her hands, and the ink sticks melted with water in the inkstone.

"Young Master Wen, I have pen and ink here, as well as modern ballpoint pens."

"Yuanyue is really thoughtful. A soft pen is enough. What I want to draw needs a soft brush."

"Okay, Young Master Wen later."

Her heart is like a mirror, her appearance is dignified, and Yuanyue's eyes are lowered, carefully preparing.

A few minutes later, Wen Jiu picked up the brush, smeared ink on the inkstone, and scraped off the excess from the edge.

Before crossing the elementary school art class, I learned brush, and I also took it as an elective in college. It belongs to the level of knowing how to operate and writing reluctantly.

It is even more difficult to compare with the ancients who wrote with a brush in size.

Fortunately, Wen Jiu didn't want to post, just draw a rolling curve like the blue-black mist.

That thing has no rules, and the changes in the density of light, dry, wet, and density are relatively stiff.

mural!

right!

Wen Jiu always wanted to give a more appropriate description, but at this time he wrote it himself, and finally thought of it.

It's not a mural.

Due to the particularity of the paint used in ancient murals, the pursuit of long-lasting and non-fading is extremely important. The color saturation of the murals is relatively high, and the light and dark relationship between the color block transitions is relatively hard to explain.

The blue-black fog is exactly that...

"Hey, it's finished."

Asking Wen Jiu to close the ratio, the red wedding dress lifted the crayfish mode and got closer.

What are you drawing?

Yuan Yue watched the whole process from the side, and she was speechless, "Young Master Wen's artistic conception is something I can only guess."

"Oh, don't interrupt, it's really like that."

Wen Jiu once again recounted the appearance of the blue-black mist, which is not like a smoky natural airflow. Even if it swept out, it was still in the style of the painting, with hard brushstrokes.

The matter of Feihu has also been talked about. It has a 'turbid instrument' in the shape of a black jade bracelet on its hand, and the carving is the blue-black mist of the engraved version~www.NovelMTL.com~ It's a pity that after Feihu died, the bracelet shattered It was dissolved too quickly, and it was too late to seal it up and bring it back.

As for the twisted limbs in the blue-black mist...

That is really limited painting skills, can not draw.

The red wedding dress thought seriously, and Yuan Yue, who was beside her, shook her head.

Twelve red silks are evil spirits derived from red wedding dresses. In most cases, most of the knowledge they have, the master also has;

The experience and knowledge contained in the red wedding dress may not be available to the twelve red lingerie.

Unless there are special circumstances, such as going out in January and encountering the so-called blue-black mist in the wild, that is the extra knowledge gained beyond the master.

It can be called acquired learning.

The red wedding dress shook her head, and the thoughts conveyed by the red thread showed that the pictures and descriptions given by Wen Jiu were indeed directional, but they were not within the scope of the red wedding dress's knowledge...