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Deviation, but if Ye Qiao is willing to live with him forever, then he will be satisfied, isn't that what he wants?Let's think about it later.

Yan Qiong looked at Ye Qiao's fair face and rosy lips, and couldn't help leaning towards Ye Qiao slowly when her heart moved. Ye Qiao still looked at Yan Qiong's face that was getting closer and closer——

"Crack!" Ye Qiao's right hand pushed away Yan Qiong's approaching face. It wasn't a slap, but the crisp sound of the palm touching the face could still be heard, and then Yan Qiong felt Ye Qiao jump out of his arms. When he came out, he felt depressed—couldn't Qiao'er even accept such intimacy?

Ye Qiao yelled in his ears: "It's over, I forgot to feed the chicks this morning, what time is it now? Is it going to be night? It's over, it's over!"

While shouting, Ye Qiao begged Yan Qiong to take him out.Yan Qiong was even more frustrated—it turned out that she was no more important than a group of chicks!

Frustration is depression, at least it wasn't Qiao'er who rejected him just now.Yan Qiong deluded herself and ignored the result just now—in fact, the two are no different, she carried Qiao'er out of the painting, and went to feed the chickens with him.

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15. Lethargy...

In fact, although Ye Qiao has very little spiritual power, it is not without it. In addition, the source of spiritual power is Yan Qiong, who goes in and out of the picture scroll every day. As long as he knows the method, Ye Qiao can also complete it by himself.It's a pity that Uncle Yan Qiong was only thinking about how to take advantage of it every day, so he didn't want to waste such a good opportunity, so he didn't mention it at all.And poor Ye Xiaobaitu didn't even know that she still had spiritual power, so she didn't mention it.On the contrary, I am quite interested in Yan Qiong's magical paintbrush - this whole Yi Maliang's magical brush!No, it's better than Ma Liang's magic brush!

It's a pity that Yan Qiong is an old fox, if she wants to see her brushes, she has to sign an unequal treaty with Ye Qiao before she is willing to show them.This unequal treaty includes:

1. I have to eat braised chicken nuggets every day for a week-this braised chicken nuggets are purely used to me. When I didn’t have chicken nuggets before, it was easy to feed?"One week" is purely piracy of my words, Ye Qiao rolled her eyes to the sky.

2. Waking up with a wake-up kiss for a week in a row—this is also Ye Qiao’s negligence, it’s really unbearable to look back on the past——this, it’s said that once Ye Qiao accidentally said that when he was a child, his mother would give him a goodnight kiss every day , Yan Qiong thinks that she sleeps well at night, but when she wakes up in the morning, she is very angry. If there is a "wake up kiss", it should be resolved.Ye Qiao rolled his eyes to the sky again, and even learned the word "getting angry", he is really a good student...Anyway, if you don't lose your meat when you kiss him, then give him a kiss.

3. One week in a row——Ye Qiao stopped immediately, continued to roll his eyes and said, "If you want to show it, you can show it, if you don't show it, you won't even have the first two!"

One of the reasons why Yan Qiong was called an old fox was that she understood what it means to "take it when you see it", so she nodded immediately, took out her willow brush from her sleeve, and handed it to Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao took it over immediately and looked at it carefully.This pen looks very simple, it is just a bare willow branch, when it is held in Ye Qiao's hand, it is still bent!Limp and lifeless!Ye Qiao immediately got angry, what kind of broken brush is this, why is it so energetic in Yan Qiong's hands!Anger is nothing but anger, I have to look at the pen that I took with great difficulty.Looking carefully, I found that there was a very small moon at one end of the willow branch. Even though it was daytime, I could still see it clearly. A very fine brush.Ye Qiao touched the moon curiously, wondering if the moon could become brighter?

Thinking of this, the moon immediately lit up, shining brightly, and even a little dazzling for a moment.Ye Qiao took a closer look, and found that she was still looking weak, with faint lights shining on and off.Ye Qiao immediately ran to look for Yan Qiong, Yan Qiong evaded it with a few words—just kidding, Qiao’er has the same source of spiritual power as himself, of course this pen can also be used, and he almost knew about this pen just now usage.If he found out, this little guy would definitely paint and paint everywhere. Knowing how to accumulate spiritual power, with his talent in calligraphy and painting, his absolute spiritual power would continue to grow.This is too dangerous, absolutely must not let him know!

Although Ye Qiao was not reconciled to being sent away, he could only continue to study the brush slowly, only to find that there was an extremely fine pinch of hairs on the side with the moon, and they were not gathered together like ordinary brushes It becomes a conical shape, but each vellus hair seems to be alive, one end is fixed on the tip of the pen, and the other end spreads out to wander in the air, and can change color with the change of the environment, no wonder I didn’t notice it at the beginning ——It’s just a color changing pen!

Amazing!Satisfied, Ye Qiao returned the pen to Yan Qiong, and obediently went to cook.

While eating, Yan Qiong slowly tasted the dishes in her mouth, squinting her eyes contentedly.Ye Qiao looked at it, and couldn't help feeling angry: "I said you eat and read all day, read and eat, and then sleep, at most you go out for a stroll, fiddle with flowers and plants, and come back, and you never saw you practice that, um, spiritual power! "

Yan Qiong looked at Ye Qiao's appearance, and knew that the little guy felt angry that he didn't work and was looking for faults.He didn't bother with him, continued to eat slowly, spat out a piece of chicken bone, and then replied: "I do these things every day for cultivation."

"Huh?" Ye Qiao's eyes widened.

"Hey," Yan Qiong laughed: "Our spiritual power is inherited from the way of heaven, and we pay attention to comprehend it in getting along with nature, and then improve our spiritual power. So I read books, eat, sleep, and play with flowers and plants every day. Feel the way of heaven!"

Ye Qiao felt that Yan Qiong was perfunctory again, even talking nonsense, but he didn't know anything about it, so he could only stare blankly.

Seeing Ye Qiao's small appearance, Yan Qiong knew that he was suspicious again, so she immediately changed the subject: "By the way, we are running out of money, or when will we go out to set up a stall again?"

Sure enough, Ye Qiao was immediately fooled, and her eyes lit up: "Well, I'm thinking about this too, when shall we go?"

Yan Qiong narrowed her eyes with a smile: "How about the day after tomorrow?"

"Okay!" Ye Qiao immediately made a decision.

When packing the dishes, Ye Qiao suddenly felt in a trance for a moment, as if something was suddenly pulled out of his body, and then quickly returned to his body, he stood for a long time before he recovered.It's a strange feeling, I've never had it before.But after a while, I didn't seem to feel uncomfortable, so I threw it behind my head and happily hummed a song to wash the dishes. I didn't see Yan Qiong's suddenly nervous face.

Wash the dishes and clean your hands.Ye Qiao yawned and wanted to take a nap.After being carried into the painting by Yan Qiong, he wanted to break free from Yan Qiong's arms as usual, and protested tiredly: "Yan Qiong, you bastard, you still don't let me go when you're full!"

Yan Qiong had a serious face, but when she heard this, she almost choked to death.How ambiguous these words are, isn’t this tempting people to commit crimes?Well, let's see how fast Yan Qiong can learn this modern dialect!

Yan Qiong closed her eyes, threw out those messy imaginations, and then asked with a serious face: "Qiao'er, what happened to you when you cleaned up the dishes just now?"

Ye Qiao was so sleepy that it took a while to remember what he asked, and said casually: "Oh, it's okay, it's just that I was distracted just now, maybe I'm sleepy..."

Yan Qiong frowned, could it be his own illusion just now?But at that moment, he really felt that Ye Qiao's soul was going to fly away, and this perception made him feel scared.Looking at Ye Qiao in his arms, he had already closed his eyes in his arms, almost falling asleep.

Qiao'er has never been so sleepy!In his previous life, he often suffered from insomnia!But since he came here, his drowsiness has become more and more severe. He even fell asleep while chatting with him once. It's really not his illusion.

Put Ye Qiao on the bed and cover him with a silk quilt.Yan Qiong frowned deeply.

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16. Pharmacist singer...

Yan Qiong thought for a while, then came out of the painting, stood beside the second-floor manager, opened another small cabinet, took out various flowers and plants, picked a few from them, crushed them, and frowned Thinking about it, I picked out a few more and put them in.Because it was stored dry, some were easily broken, and some needed to be ground by him.After all was thinned, Yan Qiong sat cross-legged on the ground, put her left hand casually on her lap, rested her right hand on her chin, and closed her eyes.

At the beginning, Yan Qiong's hair was jet black, but after a while, circles of azure light began to linger around him, and the color of his hair also revealed a faint blue color. Yan Qiong was placed on the back of his lap Suddenly, a blue light flashed, and patterns in the shape of 7 thin leaves slowly emerged, Yan Qiong still closed her eyes.

Then, a layer of colorful light slowly appeared outside the blue light, covering Yan Qiong's entire body, looking like a Buddha in the holy light.A flash of light flashed, and 9 flowers slowly appeared next to the thin leaf-shaped pattern, with the flower buds tightly closed.Yan Qiong still had her eyes closed, but an unknown tune began to hum softly from the end of her nose, soothing and gentle.Following the rhythm of that tune, the tea leaves on the back of Yan Qiong's hand