Kuai Chuan is not a person

Chu Lan likes to draw the people around him very much. The lines of muscles, the direction of bones, the changes of light and shadow, and the impact of colors all make him very excited.

Wen Xi was taken aback after hearing this: "What do you mean?"

Chu Lan filled the wine for him, her expression unchanged: "It's literally."

Wen Xi: "Why did you draw me?"

He pursed his lips and wanted to negotiate terms with him: "Can I not use this pen?"

The system that was watching from the side felt deeply powerless: "You can struggle for a while to prevent the painting..."

Wen Xi suddenly came to his senses, that's right, this is his pen, and it's only natural for him to come back, why did he agree to Chu Lan's conditions and still bargain with him?

Chu Lan observed his expression, instantly understood his thoughts, and said with a smile, "Is the name of Immortal Yun Zheng written on this pen?"

His attitude suddenly became a little tough. It was the first time Wen Xi saw him treat her like this, she was a little at a loss, she closed her mouth and kept silent, Chu Lan thought she had found an excuse to gag him.

Unexpectedly, the writing brush in his hand stood up tremblingly, and began to move towards Wenxi, saying as he moved: "He is my master, no need to write his name, I can testify."

Wen Xi raised the corners of his mouth, and opened his hands to receive him.

Chu Lan felt like the queen mother who tore apart the Cowherd and Weaver Girl alive.

He ruthlessly drew a Milky Way, tightly gripping the pen in his hand and not letting him go back, seeing Wen Xi smiling at the little brush, he felt inexplicably unhappy.

Wen Xi raised his eyes to look at him, and quietly gave Chu Lan a new name in his heart.

Chu Zuojing.

I don't know why Chu Lan in this world plays cards so unreasonably.Wen Xi had no choice but to resort to the most primitive means - fight, between men, there is nothing that a fight cannot solve.

If you don't give it to him, he will grab it.

Wen Xi stood up with a cold face, like a sword out of its sheath, and the white light on the sharp blade stabbed straight at Chu Lan, but Chu Lan still held his cup and sat leisurely. When hid in the sleeve.

Suddenly his feet were unstable, and he staggered and fell forward. Wen Xi stood up abruptly just now, and was a little anxious. Now he couldn't stand still for a while, and fell into Chu Lan's arms with a snap.

Wen Xi: "Hiss..." Why is Chu Lan so hard?

The bridge of his nose slammed heavily on Chu Lan's shoulder, which hurt so much that a few drops of physiological tears came out of his eye sockets. After a while, he realized that he was sitting on Chu Lan's lap with his face buried on his shoulder. His hands unconsciously wrapped around his waist for balance.

Chu Lan chuckled in his ear: "I throw myself in my arms, and I won't return them to you."

Wen Xi was dazed for a while, then raised his head from Chu Lan's shoulder to look at him. Because of the pain from the bump, his eyes were flushed, and a few sporadic tears were still faintly visible on his eyelashes. He looked pitiful. In Chu Lan's eyes, he looked like It's the pain of losing a loved one.

He was at a loss for a moment, and raised his voice unconsciously: "Are you crying?"

Wen Xi saw that he seemed to be moved, and when he was about to wipe away the few drops of crocodile tears that hit Chu Lan, Shengsheng pressed down his raised hand and admitted it cheekily.

He nodded, lowering his eyes in a heartbroken look.

Chu Lan frowned: "It's just a writing brush that has just opened up its wisdom. You are a majestic fairy, why do you do this for him?"

Wen Xi lowered his head and blinked, feeling that something was wrong.

Chu Lan sneered, and said mockingly: "I never thought that Immortal Yun Zheng, who abides by the clear rules, will have an affair with a monster one day."

Wen Xi:? ? ?Black question mark.

Wen Xi: "I smell a sour smell?"

System: "You heard it right."

Is Chu Lan jealous?Wen Xi lowered his head, making people look down on him, and he was a little dazed. He had only met Chu Lan a few times in this world, but he was gentle and affectionate towards others, but he was so proud of him that he wanted to use his chin to look at him. He, every time he talks to him with a bit of sarcasm and jokes, is he jealous of him now?

Wen Xi: "I don't think it's real, has he fallen in love with brushes?"

System: "I'm in love with you, it's not wrong to say I'm in love with brushes."

Wen Xi: "..."

Wen Xi sighed resentfully: "He just bullies him if he loves him, is it the same as kindergarten kids pulling braids on little girls they like?"

He was still sitting on Chu Lan's lap, and the two of them were close together with almost no gap. Wen Xi struggled twice: "Let go."

His face, which always had a gentle smile, seemed to have frozen into ice at this moment, his face was tense, his lips were drawn into a line, showing extreme displeasure.

The system said quietly: "Don't pretend, you obviously enjoy it."

The iceberg beauty that Wen Xi had pretended to collapse in an instant, and Chu Lan let go of it somewhat unwillingly. Wen Xi took a few steps back and sat back in his original position. The atmosphere between the two of them was extremely cold.

Chu Lan spoke first: "He is not good enough for you."

Wen Xi raised his eyes to look at him in astonishment, Chu Lan added embellishment and said: "You are the elder of heaven, the god of war in the battle between immortals and demons, how can you be with an ugly brush spirit who is of low status and can't even transform into a human form?"

Wen Xi: I don't like it when you say that.

Who is ugly?

Seeing his lips moving, Chu Lan's cheeks bulged slightly, as if he was stuffed with air, and tried not to let it out. Although his face was three points worse, the corners of his mouth were teased.

Chu Lan's face softened, and he began to use emotion to reason. In the past, he hated Yun Zheng because he was full of moral principles and caused a lot of unhappiness.

It's really turning around.

Chu Lan: "You have always said that you should practice hard and not be obsessed with love, but now you are obsessed with a brush. I see that it is ordinary, and there is nothing attractive about it except for painting. .”

System: "He lied, last time he even kissed the brush."

Wen Xi's face became even more icy when he heard "plain" and "nothing attractive": "Hehe, man."

Chu Lan continued: "Take a step back and say, your identity is suitable for a better person, not a spirit with a newfound wisdom."

He paused, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and added: "If you are with him, I will be ashamed in heaven as famous as you."

Wen Xi's face was still a little gloomy at first, but just as Chu Lan finished speaking, he made him laugh.

He is as famous as Chu Lan, so as long as he is not as good as Chu Lan with his partner, Chu Lan will be ashamed. The conclusion is that it is reasonable for him to be with Chu Lan. Is there any hidden meaning in this person's words?

This kind of naive thinking is almost the same as "I am straight, so the people I hang out with should also be straight".

Wen Xi smiled: "You misunderstood, I don't like him, it's just that it's my brush, I just want it back."

He is not a daffodil flower, why fall in love with himself?

Chu Lan narrowed her eyes slightly and asked doubtfully, "Then why are you crying?"

Wen Xi was at a loss for words for a moment, and Chu Lan said, "I will keep that writing brush for Xianjun, so it won't hurt him. Xianjun can come and see him when he is free."

Widen the distance between the two and cut off the relationship between the two.

Chu Lan, who has been in gossip forums for many years, also understands these truths a little bit.

Wen Xi still wanted to deal with him for a while, but the system suddenly and urgently reported: "It has been detected that Zhao Xian is walking in the direction of Yunzheng Palace, there is a very high chance that he will meet Yiqing who just left the palace."

Wen Xi was taken aback: "What's the situation, don't they meet in seven years?"

He couldn't care too much immediately, so he got up and left in a hurry.

He just stood up and took a few steps outside when Chu Lan said behind him, "Don't move."

A statement with a sort of imperative.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Xiwei's raised right foot was actually frozen in place, and he really couldn't move it.

Before Wen Xi asked, the system replied: "I told you, Chu Lan and your body have formed a divine seal, which is equivalent to a contractual relationship. If he has any compulsory orders, you must obey him."

Chu Lan also stood up, walked to him, saw that he was stiff and motionless, and said with a smile: "I told you not to move, are you really not moving at all?"

Wen Xi thought to himself that you told me not to move, and cursed him inwardly.

Fortunately, his order didn't mean much. After a while, Wen Xi's stiff body relaxed and returned to normal.

Chu Lan got closer, and Wen Xi couldn't help but look at him quietly. His pupils were a little pale, and his eyes seemed bright and clean. Chu Lan reached out and brushed his hair, brushing away the red maple leaves that fell on the black hair, Wen Xi's hair was thick and smooth, like a piece of soft silk, which made him reluctant to let go.

However, the brush in his sleeve flicked violently and twitched Chu Lan's wrist.

Chu Lan held the brush tightly, took it out from her sleeve, and warned him with a dark face: "Stay here and don't move."

As soon as he uttered the warning command, the time limit had just come, and Wen Xi, who finally put his foot down, was unable to move again.

And Wen Xi had a hunch that this time it would take a lot longer.

Wen Xi glanced at him: "I'm going back."

According to the routine, Chu Lan should have said "Go back", but at this time he didn't speak for a long time, turned the well-behaved brush in his hand twice, smiled: "You should be fine, after all we If you can get together, let me draw a picture for you."

He asked someone to fetch pen and ink: "Soon."

The system has urgently reported three times: "Zhao Xian will arrive at the scene in 10 minutes!"

Wen Xi was also anxious: "Let's draw next time, I have something to go back."

Chu Lan spread out the drawing paper: "Just half a stick of incense is enough, I will draw a portrait for you."

The system calculated: "Half a stick of incense is equal to 15 minutes, there is still time."

Wen Xi cried and said: "But I want to perform that my hair changed color."

The system said mercilessly: "It's okay, you are not worth mentioning in front of the task."

Chu Lan grinds ink slowly: "My paintings are hard to find."

The little hedgehog who brought the paper and ink also echoed: "Yes, yes, our fairy's paintings, no one in the heaven can compare with him."

Wen Xi glanced at him: "I heard that Wen Quxing's paintings are the best in the world."

Chu Lan just rolled up her sleeves. Hearing what he said, she raised her eyes to Wen Xi and said seriously, "Rumors are like a flood."

Wen Xi: "..."

Chu Lan looked serious: "People's words are scary."

He laughed again: "Besides, if you really don't want me to paint, why stand here and refuse to leave?"

Wen Xi: "..."

He...he can't walk.

The author has something to say:

Chu Lan: Say, how much money will you give before you are willing to leave him.

Small brush:? ? ?