Overlord, Love Me Tender

Chapter 4227 full house, belonging to her portrait

The night cleared the thoughts from the darkness.

When she blinked, there was a tingling tingling in her head.

She raised her hand and pressed her head hard.

After sitting up from the bed.

I saw it...

There is a wooden chair by the bed.

The man sat up, leaning against the back of the chair and resting with his eyes closed.

On the cold face, like the five senses that have been carefully carved out, when he closes his eyes and does not see the coldness of the past, he is extremely pleasing to the eye.

The thick eyelashes cast two curved shadows under the raised eyelids.

The lines on his entire face were softened.

The night fell and noticed, the man’s eyebrows, the obvious blue.

Obviously, it is the fatigue that has not been seen for a long time.

The man is really too tired.

I have been tired of getting through the night and have not done it.

The night fell slowly and put down the hand on the head, and the eyebrows twitched slightly.

The memory before fainting, come back in my mind.

She is in a pit of unintentionality.

Caused her to faint again.

What did you take to bring her?

How do you feel... They are so strong that they are so fond of saying that they have been tied up, and they secretly take people to strange places.

The night cleared the quilt and got out of bed.

The head was dizzy.

The body is still a little soft.

After standing and silently counting, the body gradually adapted to it, and she felt a little more comfortable.

She grasped her hands and looked at herself on her own.

Did not feel that there is other feeling of discomfort on his body.

I didn’t care for it, because after she was in a coma, she moved her hands and feet.

After stretching the lower limbs.

It was only after night that the environment was clear.

This is a very spacious bedroom.

The things that are placed are all of good quality.

The style is very simple.

Just like the unintentional person, it exudes coldness.

It is not difficult to see that this place should be an unintentional private space.

She walked around the house.

Just arrived on the other side of the bed, that is, unintentional, at the moment, facing away.

The night fell suddenly and suddenly stopped.

Here is a desk with a huge bookshelf behind it.

It is not a desk or a bookshelf that attracts the night.

But... hanging on the bookshelf, a picture of the picture.

Above the picture, a woman is drawn.

The night was just a glance, and the woman in the painting was recognized.

is her.

On the desk, on the bookshelf...

They are all portraits of her.

There are laughs and anger.

All kinds of action and manners are extremely expressive.

The night was cleared and the scene was stunned.

These are all unintentional paintings?

What did he paint with so many portraits of her?

I can’t tell what it’s like at night.

Is it okay to say that she is not interested in her?

But when she thought of her unintentionality, she painted so many portraits when she didn't know.

I feel uncomfortable.

Then, is it a metamorphosis to say that you are unintentional?

However, among those scrolls, she is a smile and there is nothing to pass.

She walked slowly and looked at the scrolls on the bookshelf.

The eyes finally settled on the desk.

The painting on the desk, the ink is still not dry.

It should have been painted soon.

It was the picture of her coma in bed.

She just reached out and tried to pick up the portrait.

The hand was hit by the collapse of the side.

"啪".

Something heavy on the ground.

The ink splashed on the ground, rendering traces of mottled.

This movement also awakened the sleeping person.

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First two chapters ~ see the rest of the night~

Clear at night: Someone saw it! Your loved one has painted so many portraits for me, and I missed it. Do you not say anything?

Emperor: Oh!

Zou Mo: Is this the emperor?

Emperor: (Blood Eyes) The deity can hold a small child every day, need to draw a portrait of a small child? He can't get it, he will do something useless!

Zou Mo: Inexplicably a dog food? ? ?

Emperor Zun: What's more, in the eyes of Xiaoluer, there is only the deity. Even if he draws a thousand 10,000 portraits, the little ones will only be the deity.

This is like the charm of the deity, no need to open the ball ticket, but also the baby voluntarily vote to support the deity.

Mojiabao: Sure enough... another ticket advertisement!

(End of this chapter)