Rebirth of the sickly loli with special hobbies

Late at night, Yeyang Palace.

"Hmm..." On the bed in the inner room, someone's legs were placed on someone else's belly.

"…" Ye Chenyuan looked at the thin leg that kicked him in the stomach, and glanced at the sleeping face of a little person. He cursed the little bastard inwardly for his dishonest sleeping posture, but still straightened her body obediently and pressed her into his arms to hold her.

Someone smacked his lips in his sleep, rubbed himself, and snuggled in.

Tonight is destined to be another beautiful night.

.....

The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze blew in, bringing a pleasant and refreshing feeling. A few pink petals flew in from afar and slowly landed on the table. Several stacks of ancient books, some thin and some thick, were randomly placed on the side.

A handsome man in white, with loose clothes and messy black hair, sat in a chair. A girl in a delicate red dress, with a light gauze skirt and long black hair, sat in the man's arms.

Each of them held an ancient book in their hands and read it quietly.

"The Ji Ming Pearl is an ancient object..." Ye Youran raised his eyebrows and chewed on these words.

The man put one hand around her slender waist, and when he heard her words, he leaned over to take a look. He saw that she was holding "Ancient Records", the cover of which was worn and slightly dusty.

"Well, it's a sacred object of the ancient... Dongyin tribe... used for... sacrifices."

The two looked at each other and continued reading, only to find the next sentence was even more shocking.

"It is the same as the ancient Western Demon Clan's... Demon Killing Ring... It is also a peerless... divine object..."

... "

The two men remained silent, but frowned as they thought about something.

Ye Chenyuan held her in his arms, his eyes dark and he spoke slowly: "The ancient great clans, Dongyin and Ximo. As early as ten thousand years ago, these two clans, along with other ancient clans, had disappeared. It is said that they were... exterminated. The Jiming Pearl reacted to you, and it was used for sacrifice..." He rested his chin on the little guy's shoulder and chuckled: "If the Dongyin clan used it for sacrifice, then Ah You, you may have been involved in that sacrifice."

Ye Youran glanced at him and proposed another possibility, "If it has something to do with me, then you can't escape. Our Guishen Pearls resonate with each other. Moreover, this resonance has attracted the attention of others. Otherwise, how could the Temple find you after we resonated for so many years, and... hurt you." She looked at him with a sullen look, and could not forget the wound on his chest. Although he insisted on applying the Regenerating Pill, there was no trace of it.

"Actually..." She narrowed her eyes, suddenly smiled cunningly, and stretched out her left hand, "The Demonic Ring is also with me."

On the index finger of the raised slender white hand, an ordinary, dull black ring was revealed.

"......" Ye Chenyuan looked at the ring, without a doubt that it was the Demon Killing Ring. He suddenly pinched the cheek of the naughty child in his arms and pulled it left and right, "Fuck, you have the sacred objects of the two ancient clans, and you are still so leisurely and arrogant. You are so bold."

"Well, stop pulling it..." The little guy's face was being pulled by someone and he was having a lot of fun.

The man had a great time, so he chuckled and let go of her hand, rubbing the cute face that was slightly flushed, and said, "Check other things to see if there is any relevant information about the one who wiped out the two tribes." If this is true, I'm afraid their enemies will be very strong.

The man tightened his arms and held the person in his arms closer to him. There was no sign of uneasiness on his face, but instead a faint smile. He had to protect his treasure. After all, it was his private property and no one could take it away from him.

Outside, the sun was warm, and various spiritual flowers could be vaguely seen blooming and competing for beauty. The slightly open door lintel was dazzlingly bright. The wind blew, blowing the hem of the skirt up slightly, bringing a hint of coolness and taking away a hint of warmth.

A corner of the rice paper on the desk was blown up. Ye Youran glanced at someone behind him who was carefully checking the work. Seeing that he was looking at it seriously, she quietly spread out a blank scroll and picked up the pen.

This man's profile is so handsome. It is said that serious men are the most attractive. She wants to print his appearance on paper.

But she is not very good at drawing.

With the tip of the brush moving slightly, she held a brush, dipped it in ink, sat on the man's lap, leaned over the table, and began to paint seriously.

The man behind her glanced at her, secretly raised the corner of his mouth, and continued to search seriously.

...….

The pen tip moved, he glanced back, and the portrait was completed quickly in a flash.

Ye Youran held the pen, squinted her eyes and smiled at her work, feeling quite satisfied.

However, when Ye Chenyuan quietly leaned over her shoulder to look, his face instantly darkened, "You..." He didn't know how to describe this painting.

Ye Youran was not frightened by his sudden voice. Instead, she leaned back and nestled into his arms, tapping the scroll with her pen and said with a smile: "How is it?"

Looking at the face in the painting that looked like a child's sketch, Ye Chenyuan looked serious and asked, "Is this an eye?"

"yes."

“Why only one and a half?”

She said confidently, "This is a slight side profile. The other half of the right eye is in the shadow, so naturally there is only one and a half."

“…So this black spot is a shadow?” “Yes.”

"......" Ye Chenyuan said silently without commenting, and his eyes twitched for some reason. Then he asked, "...Why do you draw two nostrils on the nose?"

"Because from my angle, I can indeed see two nostrils."

"...Then what are the black spots here?" Ye Chenyuan felt something was wrong as soon as he asked. He was about to stop someone from speaking, "No need to say..."

"Booger."

After a long silence, Ye Chenyuan felt a little confused.

Seeing that his face was completely black, Ye Youran patted his head and said, "Be good, I was just kidding you. Hahaha, I actually dropped the ink by accident."

So what kind of painting is this?

The veins on Ye Chenyuan's forehead were throbbing, and he felt like he was pissed to death by this little bastard.

He leaned back on the chair, and the divine pressure suddenly surged out, imprisoning the person in his arms in an instant. He supported his head with one hand and reached under her armpit with the other. With a careless and treacherous smile on his lips, the man looked at her viciously and tickled her.

"...Hahahahaha! Ahhhh!" Ye Youran's scalp was tingling due to the pressure from the Lord God, but she was suddenly attacked and tickled. She couldn't help laughing out loud. However, she couldn't break free because she couldn't move her body, and was forced to suffer this extreme punishment.

"Ahhhhhhhhh Ye Chenyuan! I was wrong! Don't! Ahhhhh!" Someone's body was shaking, his face flushed, and he shouted for mercy.

He raised his eyebrows and turned her to face him. Sure enough, his peach-shaped eyes were filled with moisture, rippling with light, which was extremely moving.

But he was full of frivolity, just lazily looking at her who was in agony and smiling slightly.

"Ahhhh help me ah hahahaha Yuanyuan!"

When the little person couldn't bear it anymore and was about to faint, he quietly withdrew his hand. Looking at the little person lying weakly in his arms, he curled his lips, stroked her back, and laughed and scolded: "Little bastard who needs to be disciplined."

“…” Her body was able to move now. Ye Youran was breathing heavily, sweat dripping from her forehead. She lay on the man’s chest, feeling exhausted.

She rubbed it, blinked, and whispered, "Stingy guy."

The man picked his ears, with a smile in his eyes, and asked, "What did you say?" The pressure from the God Lord spread out again, slowly wandering around his body.

"......" Someone instantly became cowardly, silently burying his head in his chest without saying a word.

Looking at the cute little guy's appearance, the man curled his lips and laughed out loud.

The low and joyful laughter echoed in the room, and the vibration of the chest seemed to infect her. Ye Youran silently raised the corners of her mouth and couldn't help laughing secretly.

She had been so powerful for so many years, how could she fall into the hands of this man?

What a bad decision.