dragon pen

At first, Zhang Ziyao just thought that he was thinking about it day and night, had hallucinations, or simply mistook an ordinary woman as his mother-in-law Yuanshi—but when he took a closer look, the woman standing under the eaves The woman was wearing a plain colored skirt with a slightly raised neckline and a very low neckline, and a peach pink fringe fell naturally from the lower part of her chest... Zhang Ziyao naturally knew this skirt, it was his mother's favorite during her lifetime A skirt, after death, he put it on for her with his own hands, making it her robe.

The one standing under the eaves is really Yuan Shi!

Zhang Ziyao couldn't hide the shock in his heart, his chest heaved violently. For a while, he seemed to be in a dream and was afraid that the dream would be awakened by his violent ups and downs of emotions... The next moment, he threw a dragon pen and rushed into the rain curtain like a demon!

"Zi Yao..."

Standing not far away and looking at his building traces, he didn't know what happened. He knew earlier that the young master of the Zhang family had just lost his mother and was taken to the capital after the funeral. Now he saw him shouting " Mother" is also inexplicable—so when the boy suddenly dropped his pen, he didn't have time to stop him, and watched the boy throw the pen and rush into the rain, turning into a blurry figure——

The young man seemed to be running in a hurry. When he ran to the crack caused by the earthquake in the middle of the road, his feet slipped and he fell to the ground in embarrassment. Fang Xiang kowtowed heavily!

"What happened?"

"Why did the artist suddenly kowtow?"

"It has long been said that these painters and poets are always crazy..."

People under the eaves were talking about it, and they all said that the painter was crazy to make such a sudden move as if he had painted it.However, just as they were chattering, they suddenly heard a light fragrance coming from their noses, like the calming breath after the wood was burned to ashes——

For a moment, the noble lady in a white skirt with her black hair delicately rolled up walked past them, standing on the edge of the eaves, she opened the umbrella in her hand, and stepped outside into the pouring rain——the accumulation on the street The water submerged her exquisite silver thread shoes, and the rain made the hem of her skirt a little heavy. However, in the heavy rain, the woman did not see any distress at all, and walked lightly to the kneeling, trembling body. The boy stood in front of him.

Under the eyes of everyone, the umbrella in the elegant woman's hand was slightly tilted, regardless of her back being completely soaked by the heavy rain, she used the umbrella in her hand to cover the head of the young painter who had already been drowned——

"Son, what are you doing?"

The woman's voice was gentle with a hint of distress, but her tone was always as tepid and calm as the boy's memory - the rain that washed down her head disappeared, and the cold water dripped down her face. The back flowed down to the neck... Zhang Ziyao trembled violently, his eyes were extremely red, and he kowtowed again in front of the woman!

with a snap.

The gravel and mud flew up on the ground, and the muddy water and blood dripped down the young man's forehead. He opened his hands and hugged the waist of the woman in front of him in a kneeling position. His whole body was shaking unbearably, and his pale lips parted. Hehe seemed to be silently repeating a few words, but he couldn't say a word!

After the woman was slightly stunned, a gentle smile appeared on her lips.The corners of her eyes seemed to soften because of this. She let go of the umbrella in her hand and let it be carried away by a gust of cool wind. In the rain, she also bent down slightly and stretched out her hands to stop the boy's trembling shoulders. ——

In the rain, the mother and son who were supposed to be separated by yin and yang unexpectedly reunited. Unfortunately, all those present at this time did not know what kind of miracle they had witnessed!

"——What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you deliver umbrellas! If someone gets watered down, you will pay me?"

A deep and majestic male voice sounded, and the guards who were stunned under the shed seemed to have just come back to their senses. Seeing that their prince's face was as heavy as water, they didn't dare to delay any longer. They quickly responded, found an umbrella, and rushed into the rain curtain !

"A bunch of trash."

Lou Hen glanced around, and finally fixed his eyes on the Dot Dragon Brush that rolled down to the ground and splashed some muddy water—that lonely pen was forgotten on the ground, and the exquisite pen holder became a little embarrassed because it was stained with muddy water. The inanimate object actually looks a bit ignorant and innocent... Lou Hen frowned slightly, as if feeling a little unhappy about the unexpected situation in front of him that he couldn't control. At this time, the other hand picked up the dragon brush from the ground faster than him——

Lou Hen was slightly taken aback, raised his head to take a closer look, and realized that there was another person standing in front of him at some point, who was about the same age as Zhang Ziyao, and different people. This person was tall, and his brows were inexplicably similar to Zhang Ziyao. , but...the whole person has an indescribably gloomy and annoying temperament.

The man picked up the dragon brush from the ground and put it back on the table without wiping it.

"Who are you?" Lou Hen asked.

"My lord is thousand years old, my next son is Zhang Zixiao, Zhang Ziyao's cousin."

The man replied in a deep voice, while looking at Zhang Ziyao's half-finished painting just now, his thick eyebrows were slightly frowned... After a while, he raised his head again, looked at the trace of the building with all eyes, and added every word without being humble or overbearing. ——

"The problematic "Emerald Lake Light" is my work."

"You drew it?" Lou Hen raised his eyebrows.

"Yes."

"Then why is Zi Yao the one who came to the capital?"

Zhang Zixiao paused slightly when he heard such an intimate address from Louhen, but there was no surprise on his face, but he quickly restrained his emotions: "The family has changed, and my brother was forced to be the head of the family. Do it yourself, and don’t worry about handing it over to others.”

"He never said that the painting was not painted by him. At that time, he admitted all the questions asked by the king."

Hearing this, Zhang Zixiao turned his head to look at the rain. At this moment, the young man and the woman supported each other and walked towards the shed under the cover of the umbrella in the guard's hand, but their steps were unsteady and their eyes were dull. Or he didn't come back to his senses at all——Zhang Zixiao paused, his gaze became more gloomy than before, he retracted his gaze, looked at Shanglouhen again and said lightly: "He is such a person, he can avoid other troubles, So I endured it silently... I have suffered a loss, and I don't want to spend more time arguing."

There is no sense of indebtedness in the words.

There was also a sense of over-familiarity with Zhang Ziyao that made Louhen feel even more uncomfortable.

Lou Hen wanted to speak again, but Zhang Ziyao and Yuan Shi had already entered the shed.Lou Hen's attention was immediately attracted, and he yelled loudly to ask the guards to quickly wipe his mother and son with clean towels... The embarrassed young man covered in water raised his head and smiled gratefully at Lou Hen, and then Carefully placed his mother on a chair, and watched her take the towel to wipe off the rain on her face, then he turned around, and was about to thank Lou Hen, when he caught a glimpse of him standing next to King Rui from the corner of his eye. Another boy from -

Looking at the younger brother beside Louhen, Zhang Ziyao blinked, his tone full of uncertainty and surprise: "Zhang Zixiao, why are you..."

"It's a long story." Zhang Zixiao glanced at him and said reluctantly, "Your face is covered in mud."

Zhang Ziyao was shocked enough today.

It was so much that he couldn't tell whether it was "surprise" or "shock". He seemed a little helpless and subconsciously touched the picture scroll hanging on his waist, as if it would make him feel at ease. Then he "Oh" again, and numbly turned around step by step to wipe his face——

At the same time Zhang Ziyao turned his back, Zhang Zixiao glanced at the picture scroll that was close at hand, from those crooked buildings that looked like a stick figure to him, he paused He paused, and said calmly with Zhang Ziyao's back: "I will finish this painting for you, you can go talk to Auntie."

It is a declarative tone.

Zhang Ziyao, who was wiping his face, was taken aback for a moment, and turned his head to stare at Zhang Zixiao in a dazed expression. At the same time, Lou Hen, who had been standing aside for a long time, also said, "This painting is the one that Ziyao agreed to paint for me. of."

Zhang Zixiao seemed indifferent: "Come to paint in this weather? How much reward does the prince promise?"

Lou Hen was stunned.

It took him a long time to smell a hint of sarcasm in the air—this young man who came out of nowhere in the countryside could be so rude? , Lou Hen took a deep breath and was about to explode, but heard Zhang Zixiao say: "No matter how much the prince promises, you only need to pay half of it now, and I will finish the rest of the painting... it is a gift."

Lou Hen: "..."

Zhang Zixiao glanced at Zhang Ziyao: "Go."

Zhang Ziyao: "????"

Lou Hen: "Who are you, why does this king believe that you can draw well—"

Zhang Zixiao: "My brother needs to rest."

Lou Hen closed his mouth.

Zhang Ziyao stretched his head and looked outside the shed. The sun didn't seem to rise from the west today—or was he daydreaming? ...a daydream with an extremely absurd and optimistic content.

However, the sound of the rain in his ear was loud, clear and realistic, reminding him that this was definitely not a dream.

Zhang Ziyao saw his younger brother, who has always been gloomy, turn around and go back to the long table, instead of picking up the dragon brush that was placed on the table and hadn't put it away in time, he even waved it as if he was treating it as an ordinary eyesore Move it away, and then untie the delicate and gloomy wooden pole Zihao hanging from his waist, and hold it in his hand——

Take it easy.

Zhang Zixiao raised his eyelids and glanced across the street. It took only a moment, but he seemed to have memorized everyone and everything on the other side of the street in his mind!

The ink was splattered, and the crooked building became vivid after adding many details. Under the eaves of the building, men, women, old and young were sketched on the drawing paper——

Everyone is lifelike, the details are portrayed in place, and the charm between their eyebrows and eyes is perfectly portrayed with just a few strokes!

The old man with white hair is hunched over;

The slightly fat young daughter-in-law is slightly shy, holding the baby in her arms; the baby is yawning and squinting, snuggling in the mother's arms and dozing off,

The boy who looks like a young scholar seems to have just finished school, and there are still ink marks on his hands that he hasn't had time to wash off; a middle-aged uncle with a dustpan on his head as an rain gear, and a smirk showing his big white teeth...

When a character is drawn, he immediately moves on the drawing paper—or looks left and right, or discusses, or stretches his neck to look at the side of the street, with expectations and longings in his eyes...

——A volume of "Real Scenes After the Earthquake" that can be called perfect restoration is about to be completed.

After the earthquake, even Lou Hen, who was quite resistant to Zhang Zixiao at the beginning, shut up at the end.

And Zhang Ziyao stopped paying attention to Zhang Zixiao long after he finished painting the first character. After his younger brother took over the painting pole and wanted to complete the part for him that he could say he didn't know at all, he knew very well that Zhang Zixiao would never Zhang Ziyao, who hated the painter at least a few grades better than himself, stopped thinking about the post-earthquake street map, and threw himself on his mother beside him, staying close to each other, talking in whispers.

——Until Zhang Zixiao finished painting.

Lou Hen led a group of people on their way back home. Originally, they planned to leave after finishing the painting today, but seeing the sudden incident on Zhang Ziyao's side, they decided to take a rest for a day and set off for the Taihang Mountains tomorrow.

On the way back, Zhang Ziyao no longer accompanied Lou Hen, but boarded the same carriage as Yuan Shi without leaving each other.

Sitting down in the warm and soft carriage, Zhang Ziyao was still a little dazed and hesitant——

A few months ago, the Yuan family passed away, and Zhang Ziyao burned down the house. Afterwards, Zhang Ziyao didn't close his eyes for three days and three nights.

There is no room for others to say a word during the whole process.

He personally selected the coffin, made the tombstone, went to the mourning hall to decorate and keep the mourning, and finally because of the hot weather, it was not suitable to stay for too long. On the third day, Zhang Ziyao personally closed the coffin lid for Yuanshi, stepped on the good day for the funeral, and cast the lid The first handful of dirt on the coffin.

After the funeral, Zhang Ziyao returned to Zhang's house and fell asleep for another day and night.

During this period, his uncle Zhang Jiao was busy crying for his two sons who were insane and closed, running around looking for medical treatment, but he didn't have time to harass Zhang Ziyao... When he came back to his senses, Zhang Ziyao had already walked out of the room, began to replace the accountant and housekeeper, and took care of the burned-out study to rest, as if he had the appearance of being the head of the family who was doing his part.

At this time, Zhang Jiao was self-controlled, and he was a bad ass. He started to thump a few times and saw that there was no splash, so he simply let Zhang Ziyao go——At that time, Zhang Jiao seemed to have come to his senses a little. His nephew is actually not as weak and incompetent as he appears, he can jump over the wall if he is in a hurry...

It's just that Zhang Ziyao woke up too late, and the price he paid was too heavy.

And this moment.

What he lost was actually regained as he had dreamed countless times in his dreams.

The black-haired young man sat down firmly beside the woman, with hesitation on his face, as if he was afraid that he would have an accident if he was reckless... The faint fragrance from the people around him made him feel that his stomach was churning, as if he had put it in A few butterflies - in the end, he stretched out his hand carefully to hold the woman's pale hand, and said in a low voice, "Mother, this is..."

Although Yuanshi's hands were cold.

But as soft as in memory.

At this moment, the carriage rattled out.

"I also thought I had already set foot on Huangquan Road." Yuan Shi seemed to have known what her son wanted to say—when the word "Huangquan Road" was mentioned, she clearly saw the boy's pupils shrinking slightly like fear and sadness, and raised her hand to touch it. Touching the boy's face, "But for some reason, I came back again. It was like getting lost in the mist, and walking forward, I saw a mirror——"

"Mirror?"

"Yes. That mirror... I didn't know why I didn't want to get close to it at first, but then I seemed to hear your voice calling me... I fixed my eyes and saw you standing on the other side of the mirror On the one hand, holding a dragon brush in his hand, he hangs his head and cries out of breath—it is exactly the same as when you were forced to learn painting by your grandfather when you were disobedient and beaten up." Yuan Shi smiled and nodded Zhang Ziyao "I remember that you were out of breath at that time. You were crying and dropped some dragon pens, and you were beaten by your grandfather so that you couldn't get out of bed for half a day. I was anxious, afraid that you would be beaten again like you were in the past, so I went to the mirror." Walk……"

Yuanshi paused for a moment, then continued: "I woke up when I stepped past that mirror. When I opened my eyes, I found that I was no longer in Yu County, but in the Taihang Mountains, a long distance away. A man named In the place of 'Wu Sorrow City'... there was only Zi Xiao who was by his side. I read about bringing people back to life on my bookshelf... It is rumored that there is an object called 'Yin Yang Nirvana Mirror' in the world, which can call the dead back from Huangquan Road. There are even detailed records of this mirror. So Not long after you left home to go to Beijing, Zi Xiao also left home to inquire about this mirror..."

Zhang Ziyao was a little taken aback.

If he had any doubts before, he really doesn't know what to do now—only his grandfather and mother knew about the fact that he was beaten by his grandfather because he dropped some dragon pens when he was seven years old. Everyone thought he was beaten for being naughty...

The person in front of her is actually his mother? !

It's not that Zhang Zixiao got some evil heretics from somewhere to play tricks on him.

Nor is it the paper man drawn by Zhang Zixiao.

Ah, that's right, I said long ago that even if the Dream Painter is at the peak of his abilities, it is impossible to draw destroyed objects and dead people, not to mention that the person in front of him clearly does not have the slightest breath of ink...

She knew about his childhood.

The slightly smiling look in her eyes when she looked at him was also familiar to him.

Really mother.

At this time, Zhang Ziyao no longer cared about Yuanshi's mention of how she came back from the dead, but heard her mention a mirror and a city with a strange name—but he didn't care much about what it was— —He just plunged into Yuan Shi's arms before he finished speaking...

Yuan's voice stopped abruptly.

After being dazed for a moment, the woman showed that indifferent smile again. She patted the head of the boy in her arms, pretending not to hear his suppressed sobs, and just smiled, "Silly boy, why are you crying?"

……

For Zhang Ziyao, the journey to escape from the Summer Mountain Resort was longer than before.

It's probably because he experienced more joys and sorrows along the way than he has experienced in the past few months combined...

Zhang Ziyao grabbed Yuan Shi and said a lot, and apologized many times - he felt that if he hadn't believed in Zhang Jiao too easily and underestimated the evil of human nature, he would not have killed his mother.

Speaking of Zhang Jiao, Zhang Ziyao's eyes flickered, the coldness in his eyes did not seem to be talking about his relatives... Yuan Shi could only reassure him that everything was over, and there was no need to mention the past. He only hoped that Zhang Ziyao would be happy, not Live with guilt and hatred.

"Maybe this is the real reason why my mother needs to come back." Yuanshi patted Zhang Ziyao's head, "Mothers always want their children to be carefree all their lives, so what's the point of being children for a lifetime? But just a little carelessness, You've grown up after all."

"Only when you grow up can you properly protect the person you want to protect." The young man lowered his eyes and said, "I will never let my uncle bully my mother again."

"Your uncle is far away in the sky, how can you get bullied?" Yuan Shi laughed, "Besides, he has no chance. Mother heard before that Ziyao was going to accompany the prince to the Taihang Mountains. Mother liked that prince very much when she was there. , if it wasn't for looking for you, maybe I wouldn't have stepped into the Central Plains..."

"Mother, do you want to settle down in Taihang Mountain?" Zhang Ziyao asked in surprise.

Yuanshi raised his hand and tied his hair behind his ears: "Wubei City is a good place, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the folk customs are simple. If there is nothing wrong, mother wants to stay there."

This decision seemed a bit sudden to Zhang Ziyao, and he did not expect his mother to have such a strong attachment to a place in such a short period of time... At this moment, Zhang Ziyao was about to speak, when suddenly the scroll on his waist came loose and rolled away fall--

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and was about to bend down to pick it up, but Yuan Shi picked up the scroll first: "Where did you get the scroll?"

"I found it on the bookshelf at home." Zhang Ziyao replied casually, taking the scroll.

"There are interesting things drawn in it, which can be taken out to pass the time and have fun in spare time, so I keep it with me."

"Look at what you said, isn't there a monkey painted in it?"

"Well," Zhang Ziyao hung the scroll back on his waist without changing his expression, "much better than monkeys."

Scroll: "..."

When the carriage arrived at the Mountain Resort, Zhang Ziyao realized that Lou Hen had sent someone back to arrange an independent courtyard for Yuanshi and Zhang Zixiao. He even forgot to thank him, and took Yuanshi's hand and said foolishly: "It's such a troublesome thing." What a shame, my lord, in fact, my mother can live with me first and squeeze with me..."

Before the words fell, he was slapped lightly on the forehead——

"Silly son, when you are still three years old, how can you share a bed with your mother when you are so big?" Yuan Shi blamed.

Seeing this, the surrounding maids who were arranged to take care of the Yuan family covered their lips and snickered.

Lou Hen also said yes with a smile, on the pretext that Zhang Ziyao happened to be caught in the rain again due to the wind and cold, so he was careful and caught a cold, so he finally sent the child who was by his mother's side and refused to leave back to his other hospital...

Zhang Ziyao walked back to the room three times a step at a time, and was stunned for a while in the empty room. After that, he seemed to come to his senses and took off the drenched sweat that made him feel cold all over his body. Clothes, took off the picture scroll at the waist and hung it on the wall, opened the packed package, took out the wooden box, and pushed open the top cover——

The moment the scroll was unfolded on the wall, a dragon shouted from inside: "I'm hungry, I'm hungry! For lunch, it's fine to go to the Taihang Mountains early if you procrastinate. Give food to eat, who is mean!"

Zhang Ziyao opened the closet, pulled out a piece of dry clothes and put it on, without turning his head, he said: "A piece of paper, the dragon clamors to eat it every day, and eats it several times more than ordinary people, what are you talking about! I overheard someone laughing at me, saying that the young artist who lived in the other courtyard in the east ate more than a normal person, as if he was reincarnated from starvation..."

"How dare you talk back."

"Why don't I dare to talk back?"

"I see that you have taken a lot of heart and courage—ah, where is that cute little girl who was so proud in your brows and eyes, who was sobbing in your mother's arms, eh?"

Zhang Ziyao stopped buttoning his buttons, and after a while, his face quickly heated up like a cooked shrimp. He stared at the handsome man in the painting with a mocking face and no seriousness at all: "I didn't whimper! You are a piece of paper!" Know how to be fettered by warmth! I'm not a little girl!"

This is incoherent.

Zhu Jiuyin became more and more unwilling to let him go, just nodded earnestly and said solemnly: "That's right, I just jumped out of the cracks in the rock like that grandson monkey? Tsk tsk, I'm so envious, you have a mother's child Like a treasure, how come no one regards me as a treasure?"

After talking about it, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and laughed out loud.

Zhang Ziyao's face turned from red to green and then black due to his embarrassment. He couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed a ball of paper around him and threw it into the scroll—the ball of paper passed through the scroll and disappeared—at the same time the man in the painting opened his hand and held it steady. Steadily catching the ball of paper drawn with simple ink lines, he seemed not to mind throwing it back, paused and said: "Little idiot, I have seen the picture drawn by your brother."

"How about it?"

Zhang Ziyao turned his back and started changing his pants again.

Zhu Jiuyin remained silent, staring at the boy with his back turned to him, watching for a while with his buttocks that were slightly shaking because of the movement of changing pants—until he felt another gaze fell on his face—turned his head and looked, in the wood On the edge of the box, the chin of a white cow's head was resting on the edge of the wooden box, and the golden eyes were staring at him intently: with the contemptuous eyes of Deng Tuzi.

Zhu Jiuyin coughed and turned her head away.Pretend to be calm and continue the conversation with Zhang Ziyao: "Your brother is really good at drawing. Why wasn't he the one who took me off the bookshelf? Otherwise, I might have already soared into the sky by this time, powerful..."

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is just over, why don't I give you to him as a gift for the Double Ninth Festival?" Zhang Ziyao, who was wearing half of his trousers, turned his head to look at Zhu Jiuyin expressionlessly.

"Okay."

"When the time comes, don't cry and call your mother to come back." Zhang Ziyao chuckled, "You still expect to eat a piece of duck with Zhang Zixiao, he can slice you up and eat a piece of skin dragon."

"Don't say that, I heard clearly in the carriage just now, your mother was brought back to life thanks to your brother."

"He can't get away with my mother's death." Zhang Ziyao picked up his pants, restrained his movements and smiled, "I can't get away with it either—there's no right or wrong in this matter, I don't want to talk about it."

The dragon squatting in the picture scroll was bored and didn't speak. He raised his hand to touch the tip of his tall nose, rolled his eyes and stopped talking.

At this time, Zhang Ziyao put on his clothes and walked around the desk as if he was about to leave. Zhu Jiuyin called him, "Where are you going?"

"Go and see if my mother is settled properly."

"..."

"Just tell me if you have something to say, I'm not a fool. You deliberately rolled down to my mother's feet in the car and asked her to pick it up. Isn't it also to find out what's going on with her?" If ordinary ghosts pretend to be ordinary spirits, they will definitely not know so clearly."

Zhu Jiuyin was silent for a moment.

After a long time, it seemed difficult to say: "You know, there are some vicious species in the world. If they swallow mortals, they may inherit their memories and thoughts, and transform them into exactly the same... This kind of thing likes to dig open human coffins and devour their remains. , and then pretend to be back from the dead—”

Speaking of which.Zhu Jiuyin closed her mouth.

It seemed that he didn't want Zhang Ziyao to think of such an unpleasant picture.

However, Zhang Ziyao just paused, staring at Zhu Jiuyin for a while, and then slowly said: "... when my mother passed away, the weather was hot, and the body was not in good condition after three days of inactivity. It's cremation."

Zhu Jiuyin glanced at him.

Zhang Ziyao shook his head: "The coffin is an empty coffin with only a handful of ashes."

Zhu Jiuyin was dumbfounded.

"You didn't see what she was either." Zhang Ziyao said with a smile, "otherwise you would have already said it."

Zhu Jiuyin still didn't speak, because Zhang Ziyao was right, he really didn't see what was going on with that woman—if it was an ordinary monster, she would first feel the unusual aura in the picture scroll, avoid touching it, and cause trouble , but instead of dodging, she picked up the scroll generously.

In that short moment of contact, Zhu Jiuyin actually felt in a trance that the person in contact with him was simply an ordinary mortal.

only one thing...

Zhu Jiuyin glanced at Zhang Ziyao's happy face, and didn't want to talk any more, so he sent the boy away with a few words and yelled that he was hungry, telling him to go early and come back early to bring two buns for himself.

But with Zhu Jiuyin's silence, Zhang Ziyao seemed to be more sure that his close relative had really come back to life, his brows and eyes were more cheerful than before, he agreed to Zhu Jiuyin's bean paste buns, turned and opened the door to leave.

After the boy left.

There was a brief silence in the house.

There was a slight scratching sound from the wooden box placed on the table. After a while, a faint white light lit up, and the calf in the wooden box disappeared. His golden eyes stared at the dragon in the painting without emotion.

a long time.

It also broke the tranquility of the room with a childish and pleasant boy's voice——

"Zhulong, don't bully him."

The man who was sitting in the picture scroll with his head bowed and playing with his fingers seriously trembled, and almost fell off the branch. He stabilized his body suddenly, and he looked at the little boy lying on the side of the wooden box as if he had seen a ghost.Quite impolitely asked: "Aren't you dumb?"

The little boy raised his eyebrows.

"Who is bullying whom? That little idiot still thinks you are a cute bull, who can't transform into a human form and can't speak..." Zhu Jiuyin looked up and down the beast, and said with a blank expression, "You, the god of disaster, should be Get away, and don't bully the little pet I got with great difficulty."

"I won't talk nonsense with you."

"I want to talk nonsense with you."

Zhu Jiuyin rolled her eyes.

Feishou pointed to the direction of the scroll with his finger resting on the edge of the wooden box.Then he lightly clenched his fist and grabbed it—the picture scroll drew an arc with the hanging nails as dots.

The people sitting in the picture scroll were caught off guard and thrown off their feet!

"Fuck you, little bastard, you don't want to live anymore, do you?!"

The man spread his face out from behind the chaotic rocks with a look of panic, and was about to explode, when he suddenly heard the child's cold voice——

"Zhulong, you know that the dead cannot be brought back to life."

Zhu Jiuyin was taken aback.

"I've never heard of a 'Yin-Yang Nirvana Mirror' that can bring people back to life." Fei said. "The only thing that can do this is the judge's pen in the hands of Hades."

"...I got it, I got it." Zhu Jiuyin looked impatient, and crawled out from behind the chaotic rocks, clutching her buttocks, "You are the only one who talks a lot, what precious fairy artifacts in the world do you want me to teach? You don't know where the hell you're mooing when you're fiddling with all this junk—"

"..."

Zhu Jiuyin sat down among the rocks, raised her legs, and propped her chin with a look of irritability and confusion: "But that woman is indeed a human being. When I touched her before, I felt that what she exuded was that of a mortal." Qi—that’s right, that’s—three souls and seven souls, it seems that one soul is missing, I don’t know what’s going on, except for these, she’s no different from ordinary people.”

"You didn't tell him that."

"He" naturally refers to Zhang Ziyao.

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

"?" Fei showed a confused expression, "Why didn't you tell him?"

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

Fei: "Don't bully him."

"Bully ass!"

"You just bullied him."

Zhu Jiuyin's face was gloomy: "Shut up! Presumptuous! How can I keep a pet and get you, a little bastard, to dictate?! It's just that I just saw him with a happy face, and I can't open that mouth to pour cold water. What are you going to say?"—You Fool, when a person is dead, he is completely dead, don't care what that is, it must not be your mother anyway'?"

Fei frowned slightly.

Zhu Jiuyin snorted, her disdain for Fei's EQ was written all over her face.

"If you're like this, be careful not to hurt him." Fei said flatly.

Zhu Jiuyin exhaled two puffs of air from his nostrils: "I'm here, what could harm him? Even if it's you, a little bastard who doesn't know what to worry about—"

Pointing at the scroll with her little finger, she clenched her fist again.

The little boy's exquisite face was expressionless, and he looked indifferently at the picture scroll hanging on the wall, which turned around again amidst the angry roar of the dragon in the picture, and turned his back on his back.