Anomalous Ability Named World Literature

The silver-haired man had stood up, two strands of long hair hanging from the side cheeks, his stern face was sharp-edged, and under the thick eyelashes were bright golden eyes like moonlight.

Stand not far from the center.

Zhong also found that he actually had to raise his head to look at him.

Huang finally spoke, with a slightly surprised tone, "...beyond my imagination."

Zhong also suspected that he was trying to say that his height was beyond his imagination.

He wants to blame him for not being tall?

He looked at the man in front of him coldly, and asked repeatedly, "Who are you?"

Huang's expression was a bit complicated, "A part of your body comes from me. In this sense, you can call me father."

Chuya: "..."

At this moment, star trails and a moon wheel suddenly appeared around Huang's body, and in the bright room, with a little effort, the stars slid out of the orbit and smashed towards Zhongye.

Zhong also tried to avoid it, but the star was lively and agile, and as soon as it touched his power, it sank straight into his body.

Xiaoxue quickly supported her fainted brother.

"My brother..."

Huang raised his hand to remove the creature's orange hair, and said warmly, "He will be fine."

Huang took Nakaya from Xiaoxue's arms, gently rubbed his furrowed forehead, and passed on the most upright strength to him.

He explained: "Chōya's body is just a mortal body. Coupled with the filthy nature of power, it is difficult for the human body to bear the growing power, so most of his power is used to stabilize the body. Once he uses power beyond the limit, he will The appearance of the so-called [dirty] phenomenon is actually the leakage and loss of control of the power after the balance of the body is broken."

Huang Xuxu said: "If you want to solve this problem, you need to strengthen his body."

Huang followed Xiaoxue home, on the one hand, to get together, and another important reason was to take the opportunity to solve the hidden problems of Zhongye's body.

"Don't worry, China will be fine."

"Then, can brother grow taller?"

Huang was not sure: "Should?"

"Brother will be very happy."

Nakaya slept peacefully in the ball of light, and in his sleep he heard some handsome face smiling.

"Please keep it a secret from brother first," Xiaoxue said with a smile on her cheek, "give a surprise to brother Zhongye."

Huang stroked the fate line, and was silent for a moment: "It also prevents him from being disappointed."

Xiaoxue understood the implication, and sincerely played for her brother and hoped that he would grow taller.

She tilted her head and asked Huang, "Then can you see when I will grow taller?"

Meeting her bright eyes, Huang couldn't help rubbing her head.

"immediately."

Xiaoxue was immediately happy, only thinking that Huang was coaxing her.

"Lend your auspicious words!"

Chuya didn't know how long he had been asleep.

He slept deeply, rarely dreaming.

When he woke up, he felt warm all over his body, as if he was placed in the most comfortable... mother's body.

This word that popped out of his consciousness suddenly made him frown.

Mother...

etc--

Who knows if he has a mother? !

he thought vaguely.

Before he could figure out why, his gradually sober consciousness emerged and was suppressed.

He fell into a deep sleep again.

Xiaoxue floated up and stopped next to the light group that surrounded her brother, and bent down to look at Zhongya's face.

Reaching out a hand carefully smoothed his frown.

"What is brother worrying about? He is also frowning in his dream."

Could it be that you are also worrying about the complicated relationship at home?

Xiaoxue sighed.

window.

After finishing his business trip in Europe, successfully hammering the scumbag into the ground, and returning home happily, it turned out that there was a shameless person who wanted to snatch his father's name from Lan Tang's father, who was sitting opposite Huang.

Both of them had serious expressions on their faces.

Lan Tang: "Mr. Huang, thank you for taking care of Xiaoxue. My Xiaoxue has troubled you." The word "my family" is accentuated.

Huang was calm and composed: "Mr. Lantang has been bothering you for taking care of Zhongye. As his father, I would like to thank you." The word "father" was emphasized.

Lan Tang said politely: "You are serious, after all, Zhong also calls me Dad."

The two elders were at each other's throats.

Obviously they are all gentle and polite.But there was a strong smell of sex in the air.

How many times is this already?

Probably this is the trouble of reorganizing the family.

Xiaoxue sighed again.

At this moment, Lan Tang waved to Xiaoxue and suggested: "Xiaoxue, come on, today Daddy will make you your favorite fish soup and macaron. How about it?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Huang lightly, "Speaking of which, Mr. Huang is not very good at cooking. I heard that he still troubles Xiaoxue to cook? My family never lets Xiaoxue cook. Because——"

Lan Tang smiled gently at Xiaoxue, "Reluctance."

Xiaoxue obediently returned Lan Tang with a sweet smile.

Unsurprisingly, Huang's face turned dark.

Xiaoxue immediately smiled sweetly at Huang.

Huang suppressed the blue color on his face, and smiled at Xiaoxue, soft as a spring moon, "But Xiaoxue's cakes for me are precious, how can I refuse?"

Xiaoxue: "..."

Lantang's father's face turned dark as expected.

The eyes of the two elders intersected, as if there were lightning flashes and thunder.

Xiaoxue tremblingly tried to interrupt the exchange of their eyes, "It just so happens that the weather is fine today, why don't I cook!" She said softly, "How about it?"

Her bright eyes flashed, and she smiled brightly and sweetly at the two elders.

Huang looked at her with a smile, "No, how can I let you cook."

Lan Tang responded decisively: "Okay! Then Dad will try Xiaoxue's handicraft today."

Two completely opposite answers fell down at the same time.

Xiaoxue: "..."

I saw the two elders go to war again.

"Mr. Lantang is inconsistent..."

"Mr. Huang is really narrow-minded..."

The flames of war escalated again.

The two elders started a new wave of verbal war.

"...Xiaoxue, what do you think?"

The last part of the verbal battle was the two parents watching and asking questions together.

Xiaoxue silently took half a step back.

"I think so..."

Hey, Deyin, when will you come back from Pengshan? ! !

Brother Zhongye, when will you wake up? ! !

Zhongye: ZZZ~

So, when Xiaoxue received Conan's call, she accepted his invitation very simply, and spoke a little faster than usual.

He quickly hugged the two parents, said goodbye to his elder brother, and then left the Shura field quickly.

The door closes.She breathed a sigh of relief.

However, as soon as the door was closed, the atmosphere in the room suddenly condensed.

Lan Tang folded his chest, with a serious expression on his face, "Say it, Mr. Huang, what do you want to say to me by deliberately pushing Xiaoxue away?"

Huang looked at Lantang with eyes as cold as Yuantan, as if he was sure of his reliability, "Of course it's about Xiaoxue."

Lan Tang had expected it.

With his daughter at stake, he couldn't help but use honorifics.

"Please say."

The joint exhibition of the Kyoto Museum and the Tokyo Museum was quite successful.

Tourists are everywhere after hearing the news.

Conan and Xiaoxue stood side by side in front of the scroll.

In the picture scroll is a girl standing in a garden of flowers and birds.Fu Sangshen, who looks exactly like the girl in the painting, floats quietly beside the scroll.

Qing Xingdeng was happily sticking to the little Highness's body, her tender white arms wrapped around the little Highness's neck softly.Introduced softly: "This is a flower and bird roll."

Flowers and birds roll towards Xiaoxue Yingying.

"Good afternoon, Your Highness."

Xiaoxue has never seen this Fusangshen.

The flowers and birds are dressed in gorgeous clothes, and the patterns of flowers and birds in the painting are on the clothes. She said softly, "The time when I painted it is after you appeared for the last time."

Of all Seimei's shikigami, Hanaori Maki came to the courtyard the latest.

Draw late.Become a spirit later.

"Fortunately, the adults love me very much, and hang me in the study day and night to accompany me. I was able to give birth to a soul. Unfortunately, I was not lucky enough to see you."

Conan listened, his eyes lit up and he interjected, "Then, will my signature of Mr. Ranpo have a chance to become Fu Sangshen?" He also put it on the desk, accompanying him day and night.

Conan continued to imagine, "Fu Sangshen formed by Mr. Ranpo's signature will probably also be a natural detective..."

Qing Xingdeng burst out laughing, "Little detective, you are so simple. Now that the aura is weak, it is difficult to form Fusangshen. What's more, it actually takes more time for most of Fusangshen to become a spirit than a human lifetime. You probably can't wait..."

Conan subconsciously used the habit of a detective, received the information and began to analyze it.

From the few words in the scroll of flowers and birds, it can be inferred that Fu Sangshen has deep admiration for the person who drew her.Contact her for being in a crowded museum.

The flower and bird scroll already had consciousness before the artist was alive, but he was not strong enough to manifest it, nor could he respond to the artist.This is probably the obsession that Huaniaojuan cannot let go of.

The flower and bird scrolls must stay in the museum and be exhibited by anyone. When people come and go, they are waiting for someone.

Conan looked at the picture scroll Fusangshen, "The flower and bird scroll, you stay in the museum..."

——Are you waiting for the reincarnation of the painter?

Xiaoxue quickly grabbed Conan's hat, but unfortunately she was half a step too late to stop him from speaking.

Conan's neck tightened, only to realize that this question was actually stabbed in the flower and bird roll.He stopped abruptly, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"That..." He murmured.

The flower and bird roll is very peaceful.

She is a beautiful and gentle girl, her eyes always seem to project the sadness of the lake and mountains.

Hua Niao rolled up his sleeves, and the sleeves were decorated with green feathers, "Your Excellency loves me, talks to me every day, and stays with me every day, but unfortunately, I have not been able to respond to Your Excellency in my entire life."

"Until my lord died, my mind was broken, but I suddenly had the strength to break free from the painting and was able to walk out of it. It's a pity...it was too late."

At the adult's funeral, she originally wanted to bring the picture scroll to be buried with him.

Her sad and turbulent mood caused many accidents in the mansion.

One day, the Onmyoji came.

She met Seimei-sama.

Seimei-sama said, "Waiting is painful, but at the same time it is also happiness, isn't it?"

"...So, I became Seimei-sama's shikigami."

Flower and bird curly vermilion lips outline a smile, a smile that seems to contain tears, "I just want to respond to my lord. As long as I think of meeting my lord again, I can tell my lord a word myself—"

The king's intentions and concubines are clear, and the concubine's heart is the same as that of the king.

Xiaoxue was speechless for a long time.

She looks at the gentle and persistent scrolls of flowers and birds.

Qingming's slender figure like a green bamboo appeared in his mind.

Thousands of years, what a long time.

Just thinking about it will make you feel sad.

Is Seimei's mood the same as Hanacho-maki?

Seeing Xiaoxue's disappointed expression, Qing Xingdeng sighed in his heart, Master Qingming really went too far.

Resolutely said, "Lord Qingming is busy with other things, so I don't have time to take care of these trivial matters." Although Qing Xingdeng went to find Conan and attracted His Royal Highness as promised, most of the reason was because she wanted to take the opportunity to meet His Highness.So she unceremoniously dismantled Qingming.

busy with other things...

Xiaoxue subconsciously equated this phrase with another word.

Being busy with other things = making trouble.

My heart skipped a beat, what is Qingming doing again? !

Seeing His Royal Highness's changing expression, Qing Xingdeng covered his lips with his sleeves, "That's why I thought of the little detective."

She complained softly again, "No matter who told you that you didn't leave us a contact information, it's fine to ignore Master Qingming, why didn't you come to see us?"

As soon as Qing Xingdeng mentioned this, he felt wronged, "You have seen all the monsters in the Land of Fire!"

As soon as Qing Xingdeng interrupted, Xiaoxue's attention was drawn back.

Xiaoxue quickly said, "It's my fault."

Qing Xingdeng couldn't bear to lose his temper at all, "Well, I forgive you~"

There was still a slimy banshee hanging around Xiaoxue's neck, she looked at the flower and bird scroll very solemnly: "Please rest assured!"

"We will definitely get back your body!" Conan clenched his fists and said firmly.

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