Metropolis: I started with the Great Perfection!

After Yuan Xi died, Yuan Shao surprisingly did not cry loudly. He closed his eyes calmly.

After a long time, it opened again.

Just look at him staring at Jiang Tian and saying in a cold voice:

"Xi'er made the mistake first, and he deserves it."

"Now that people are dead, what else do you want?"

Yuan Xi is dead, and Yuan Shao knows that his anger now is meaningless, so he can only leave first and avenge his son's murder later.

Jiang Tian saw Yuan Shao's cold eyes and roughly guessed what he was thinking.

It's nothing more than getting out of danger first, then reorganizing the troops and taking revenge on yourself.

Jiang Tian didn't like leaving hidden dangers, so he reached out to summon the only surviving Yuan Bing.

Yuan Bing, who was lucky enough to survive, walked over cautiously.

"Yuan Shao, I know you are unwilling and hate me, so I will give you a chance now."

"You should still recognize him, the subordinate who reported to you before."

"Now you can ask him to call someone, thirty thousand, fifty thousand, one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand, whatever you want."

"I'll wait here, what do you think?"

Jiang Tian's tone was calm, but the words he spoke sounded to Yuan Shao like a devil whispering in his ears.

Why didn't he want to do this? He just took his 200,000 soldiers and killed them with their numbers.

But after calming down, he thought about the strange scene of 10,000 people being slaughtered just now, but the other party was unharmed.

Thinking about it, even if it was 200,000, the result would be the same, it would just take a little more time.

Even if he wins in the end, his own vitality will be severely damaged! No longer able to fight against Cao Cao.

Therefore, this person cannot be provoked!

After thinking about this clearly, Yuan Shao's originally tense body also became decadent.

"That's all, Xi'er deserves it."

"You can go and let this matter be over."

After saying that, Yuan Shao looked up to the sky and sighed helplessly, feeling as if he had aged several years in an instant.

When Jiang Tian saw this, he didn't intend to pursue the matter further, as long as the purpose was achieved.

Besides, Yuan Shao's sphere of influence is in the north, not the south.

Even if we really want to retaliate, we can't raise a large number of troops!

It's still unclear whether the small team can find the Zhen family, and whether they can leave alive if they find it is also a matter of debate.

So he didn't have any scruples.

Soon, the team set off smoothly again.

Before leaving, Jiang Tian left a message to Yuan Shao.

"On this trip we will go down to the south of the Yangtze River and take the official road. If you are unwilling, you can stop us at any time."

......

"System, say something, how long can I stay here?"

Not knowing how long he could stay, Jiang Tian always felt unsure, so he planned to ask the system.

"Ding, the host can still stay in this plane for four hours!"

"Ding! The discounted products in the system shopping mall interface are refreshed, please check carefully!"

After hearing the system's reply, Jiang Tian was overjoyed. Four hours was already a long time and he didn't dare to ask for more.

Then the system's next sentence instantly made Jiang Tian feel irritable.

He only has a pitiful amount of points left. Isn't it intentional to refresh discount products at this time to make him cry at the empty point? ? ?

"Forget it, let's open it and take a look."

After clicking on the shopping mall interface, a discount interface popped up.

Jiang Tian looked over and saw that there was only one product this time!

"Grandmaster-level painting skills, originally priced at 100 points, are on sale at a 0.1% discount!"

Jiang Tian:? ? ?

Did the system deliberately open a backdoor? ? ?

Otherwise, how could it be so perfect!

"Forget it, forget it. Once you get the benefits, it's over."

Click, buy, load one-stop.

The same white light that could not be seen by others escaped into Jiang Tian's brain, and after a moment, the loading was completed.

"I, Jiang Tian, ​​a master-level painter, will give you money to help you paint your portrait."

Very arrogant.

-

The Zhen family's convoy was already ten miles away from Yecheng. Yuan Shao understood the situation and did not lead the attack.

Only then did everyone stop to rest in peace.

Jiang Tian took Zhen Mi away from the crowd and came to a pavilion on the roadside.

At this time, both of them were wearing red clothes from their previous engagement.

"Mi'er, I have two hours to leave this place."

After Zhen Mi heard Jiang Tian's words, tears fell down again in her eyes, her gaze lingering.

Jiang Tian reached out and hugged him into his arms, and Zhen Mi also hugged Jiang Tian tightly, unable to part with him for a moment.

After a long time, Jiang Tian spoke, his voice soft.

"Mi'er, let me draw a picture for you."

"Good~"

Afterwards, the two separated, Jiang Tian waved his hand, and a long table appeared in front of him.

With another wave of his hand, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that came with his master-level painting skills were instantly displayed on the long table.

The drawing paper that comes with the system is very large, but this is exactly what Jiang Tian wants.

"You have to hurry up, there are still three and a half hours."

(PS: Stop scolding me, LSPs. I know you can do a lot of things in three and a half hours. Please don’t scold me.)

"Come on, Mi'er, sit down in front."

Then, Jiang Tian reached out to pick up the paintbrush and looked at the peerless beauty in front of him. He meditated for a while and then looked away. At this time, he had inspiration and the idea was completed in his mind!

I saw that after he dipped his brush into ink, he looked focused and swayed freely!

The brush in my hand never stopped for a moment.

This is because of his infinite physical strength and complete conception. If it were another master, he could only draw for a while and rest for a while.

......

Time passed quickly, and under Jiang Tian's concentration, three hours slipped away quietly.

Jiang Tian's painting has also been completed. This is a huge Chinese painting - the picture of the Goddess of Luoshui.

Afterwards, Jiang Tian picked up his pen again and looked at the blank space specially left aside.

A "Luo Shen Fu" was written directly.

The picture of the Goddess of Luoshui and the Fu of Luoshen are the gifts Jiang Tian left for Zhen Mi. Of course, they are not the biggest gift.

"Mi'er, this is for you, do you like it?"

"Hmm~ Mi'er likes it very much, thank you, sir."

"I'm afraid no one can match the young master's painting skills."

Zhen Mi carefully observed the painting, which was still wet with ink, and praised it repeatedly.

The Luoshui goddess in the painting is no different from her in appearance or temperament.

Seeing this, Zhen Mi felt sweet in her heart.

"It turns out that in the eyes of the young master, Mi'er is a goddess~"

Then, she turned around and looked at Jiang Tian lovingly.

Jiang Tian saw this and held her in his arms again.

Zhen Mi leaned against Jiang Tian's chest.

"Mi'er, in my heart, you are the goddess in heaven."

"I'll sign this painting first."

After speaking, Jiang Tian wrote:

"In the fourth year of Jian'an, I gave it to my fiancée Zhen Mi"

Then he took out the Xiaoyao King Seal and stamped it.

There is no other way, now we only have this seal, so we can only use it.

After covering it, he bit his fingertip and dripped a drop of blood towards the place where he signed the name.

This picture of the Luoshui Goddess is completed.

Zhen Mi in her arms blushed instantly when she saw "To my fiancée Zhen Mi" written in the signature.

"Son~"

Zhen Mi looked up at Jiang Tian with a shy and tender face.

Seeing this, Jiang Tian lowered his head and kissed her.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

The two leaned against each other, sitting on the stone pillars of the pavilion, looking at the sunset and mountains in the distance.

Quiet and warm.

Unknown to the two of them, this scene was seen by Zhen Jiang from a distance and recorded by him.