Your Majesty, it's done!

"Your Excellency went directly to the room." Candlestick cut back, he just saw with his own eyes his God Judge turned into a black smoke and disappeared in front of his eyes, and the direction he looked at should be Honmaru's location.

What made him confirm this idea was because of one thing.

The things about figures they had just now basically disappeared.

The basic things are sent to Honmaru by the store, and some precious things are held by the two of them.

In this way, it is basically determined.

Yao Yan heard this reason, and immediately looked around, and sure enough, she found that there was something wrong with the pile of items in the Wanwu department store, and there was a small gap in the neatly stacked place.

He was pretty sure his memory was fine.

Of course, there is no need to think about who took the things by the way, only one adult in the entire Honmaru has such authority.

Knowing that her lord returned to this pill, Yao Yan felt relieved.

"It seems that I went to Wanwu to buy a lot of things this time."

"Yes, but there are quite a lot of people."

"There are always a lot of people in Wanwu."

"No, it's not as crowded as you thought." When Zhu Keqie was talking, he remembered the crowds when he went to Wanwu, and his face was hard to say.

Yao Yan also didn't know why, and didn't understand the difference in the number of people.

It was hard for Candlestick to explain that those people came here just to take a look at their own adults.

"It's not an option to pile things up in the yard all the time, why don't we pack them up to the warehouse first." "Candlestick looked at the messy yard, and he said: "If you finish it quickly, you may need to eat later. "

Because of the small snacks, the cooking skills of Candlestick Cut are very popular with Ying Zheng.

Yao Yan also saw it and nodded her head in agreement.

The sky is big and the earth is big, but after all, the body of his own god-inspector is the biggest.

A group of swords were devoted to the tidying of the yard. Their movements were fast. The swordsmen were responsible for cleaning, and the short swords were fast and responsible for transportation.

The sky was getting darker.

In the room in Honmaru.

Ying Zheng had already returned early, and when he came back, he passed by Honmaru and brought some of his materials along the way.

Clay, paint, and tools.

He always carries brushes and so on.

He didn't touch the materials for a long time, so he went to wash his hands first, and came back after washing his hands. The clothes on his body had been changed into normal clothes. As for the clothes he wore when he went out, he didn't know where he went.

"Huh? It's not bad." When Ying Zheng touched the clay, he felt that it felt good, and he knew it was a good material just by feeling.

The shop owner looked like a profiteer, and the things he sold were still nothing to say.

Gadgets are also placed in front of the table by him.

The table was specially sent by Wang Yue after he came to Honmaru. The wood is also high-quality wood, and the texture inside can be seen through the oil surface. It is soft and smooth, warm to the touch, and very valuable.

Brushes are also set aside.

When it was released, he even fiddled with the color card, and began to mix the paint according to the color card he had prepared.

He is going to make a small figure.

Similar to anime characters.

But it's not a pure anime character. I haven't touched this kind of clay for many years. Ying Zheng somehow doesn't want to be those characters first.

He already had an idea in his mind.

The room is big.

The swords are very considerate and have prepared everything early.

"Wait a minute, I remember that the paper seems to be on the cabinet." Ying Zheng stood up from the ground, he thought for a while, then raised his feet and walked deep into the room.

There is a long corridor connected to the deepest part of the room. There are two doors above the corridor, and the doors are tightly closed.

There are two rows of tall cabinets beside the corridor, open the first cabinet, there is prepared fine paper in the cabinet, and there are sharpened pencils beside it.

Ying Zheng returned to the table with a pen and paper.

He looked at the paper on the table, his complexion was pale, and he tapped his fingers on the table. This was also one of the habits he had developed. Whenever he was thinking about something, his fingers would do this unconsciously.

Naturally, it also put a lot of psychological pressure on the people below.

Think quickly.

After a while, he picked up the pen from the table and slowly drew something on the paper.

It looks like three small people.

One of the villains looks seven or eight points similar to Ying Zheng, and there are two other villains who are very similar to it beside this villain. These two villains also look very similar, but they have their own differences specialty.

One of the little people in white clothes had a smile on his face, and he looked very gentle. Next to him was a little man in black clothes.

Their blood relationship can be seen from their faces alone. The relationship between the two little people looks good. Even though the little guy in black is rebellious, he still follows the little guy in white. Under the little man at the beginning, he raised his head, as if he was saying something, with a friendly expression.

The pen in Ying Zheng's hand was carefully sketching, his hair was loosely tied up and draped behind his back, and he was only wearing a black uniform.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the table, gently sketching with hands.

It was getting late, and the candles were slowly lighting up.

The pale yellow light shone around the table, and it was also printed on the paper in Ying Zheng's hand. He was unmoved, and the pen in his right hand was very steady, drawing slowly.

The painting is very serious.

It was a rough outline at the beginning, and it gradually became clearer and clearer, including the style of clothes that Ying Zheng had when he first came to Honmaru, but it was simpler and the dark lines were much less.

And then slowly derived to the details, facial expressions.

The older villain held a book in his hand and looked down at the two children below him, without any expression on his face, but he could feel the soft atmosphere around him.

Compared with it, the two little people below are a little more lively.

The expression is also richer, the little man in black even tugged at the corner of the little man in white, but there is still an expression of arrogance on his face.

Ying Zheng didn't speak, and carefully described the picture in his memory.

However, it can be considered to have experienced some kind of artistic processing. The pencil made a sound of brushing on the paper. From time to time, Ying Zheng paused for a while, looked at the picture on the paper for a while, and was not satisfied, and modified some lines.

I don't know how long it took.

At least when he just drew the lines of the expression on the villain's face, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Who?" Ying Zheng paused his movements, his eyes turned cold, he reached out and turned over the paper in his hand, found a clean blank place on the table, covered it, and then said.

The voice outside the door stopped.

Then a respectful male voice sounded: "Sir, it's time for dinner."

The sound should be the candlestick cut.

At this time, Ying Zheng looked at the ancient clock above his room, and realized that it was already night, and several hours had passed since he returned to Honmaru.

He rubbed his temples, and then he remembered that when he came back to Honmaru, he did instruct Candlestick Cut that dinner could be served later.

"I forgot." He stood up from the ground, but he didn't open his mouth to let the candlestick cut in.

Instead, he lifted his foot to the door, which was very high, but when Yingzheng reached the door, he almost covered the whole door, and when he opened the door, there was a candlestick cut bowing his head at the door.

In front of the candle holder is a very expensive looking food plate.

There are several exquisite dishes on the food plate, which can be seen to be the style of Huaguo, and some of them are dishes that the old Qin people often eat.

"Candlestick cut?" Ying Zheng glanced at it and said, "Get up."

The candlestick was cut and saluted.

After a while, he seemed a little surprised that Ying Zheng ran out of the room by himself, and seemed to want to bring the food over by himself, he hesitated to speak.

"It's nothing." Ying Zheng saw it, and he waved his hands and said, "After the meal, I will put these things at the door of the room. After a while, Fox Nosuke will send them to the kitchen."

The little fox is still a pet with a reputation.

When the candlestick heard the words, it stopped talking.

Respectfully raised the food plate in front of him with both hands, and presented it in front of Ying Zheng.

Taking the food plate in front of him, Ying Zheng nodded with a calm face, and when he closed the door, he was about to turn around and go back to the room.

Before leaving, he seemed to think of something.

He turned his head and looked at the candlestick cut in front of him.

He opened the mouth and said: "When you go back, discuss with the swordsmen in Honmaru what companions you want to come over."

"My lord?" Candlestick raised his head in surprise.

Ying Zheng put his hand at the door, and he said, "The number of swords in this pill is a bit small. Since I promised you, I will not change it. The funds left by the dark swords are enough to buy swords."

The candlestick did not speak, his eyes were a little sore, he blinked, and he bowed heavily.

When he raised his head again, his behavior was still very regular, but the atmosphere around him was much more cheerful.

"Thank you, my lord."

"Go."

"Don't tell me in a hurry, think about it carefully, they should have told you what kind of sword they want to bring back before they smashed the sword." Ying Zheng's tone was still very calm.

"En!" Candlestick cut nodded.

At that time, he had already woken up from the restoration pool.

The Dark Fallen Swordsmen want to win a chance from the Broken Knife, so that they can rush out of the evil spirit, return to the original body to be resurrected, and when they come back to life again, it will no longer be the Dark Fallen Sword, but a brand new one that retains the memory. Own.

So before leaving, I have told you a lot.

Including Zongsanzuo text.

Although Zong Sanzuo's relationship with everyone is not far or close, the big boss is the big boss after all.

The swords are still very close to each other in their hearts.

According to Wu Hutui, Zong Sanzuo said before he left that he had saved enough funds, and he believed that the Zhengda will definitely fulfill his promise.

He hoped that Candlestick Che could take over his brother by then.

Jiang Xue's left text and Xiao Ye's left text.

"Our knife faction is not particularly expensive. The money that the space-time government asks for is not bad. The adults usually give us the money for the mission. Candlestick cut. If you receive the two of them, please do something."

"Let them stay obediently and wait for me in Honmaru, and I will definitely come back." When talking about his brother, Zong San Zuo Wenwen's expression became much gentler despite the bloody smell all over his body.

"Although your lord doesn't seem to care about Honmaru's appearance, he is a very gentle lord. I can't explain clearly now that you just woke up, but you will understand later."

This was the last sentence Zong Sanzuo wrote before leaving.

Candlestick cut has never understood the meaning of this sentence.

Now he raised his head and looked at the Lord God Judge above him, his face was pale and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he seemed to suddenly understand something.

Did the adults remind them just now?

Remind the group of dark fallen swords to have a wish,

Even if it is a group of fallen swords, even if the promised person has disappeared.

But he still remembers and fulfills it.

The author has something to say: one is one, two is two.

Will not vent anger, everything has its own order.

I am me, the most beautiful fireworks in the world - Ying Zheng.

On the 14th, it will be changed at night, and I will save it to see if I can do it.

Today is because I forgot to change the time yesterday. After thinking about it, 12 o'clock has passed, so I didn't change the time, and put it at 9 o'clock.

There are not many manuscripts left.

Stretching jojo on the brink