After dressing as a male supporting role, he hugged the villain's thigh

Su Zhuo stared at these two words for a long time, and finally came back to his senses.

Speaking of which, he is not very unfamiliar with these two words, because in a fable that his father told him when he was very young, the protagonist has a magic brush, and everything drawn can come true.

At that time, Su Zhuo thought about how great it would be if he had such a pen.

Unexpectedly, time has passed, and now he really has it.

But he was not happy at all.

As for the reason, it is also very simple——

After so many years, Su Zhuo can already know himself very clearly.So he is also very clear that his drawing level may not even be able to draw a picture of a chicken pecking rice clearly.Still want him to learn magic pen?What is the difference between this and letting him ascend to the sky in one step now?

Thinking of this, Su Zhuo closed the book in front of him without hesitation.

He wants to exchange books.

But as if guessing what he was going to do, Shu Ling smiled and turned to face him, and then said: "Since I have already got the book that is destined for you, why don't you give it a try?"

Su Zhuo thought for a while, and then seriously responded: "Because I think the fate between me and it may be fake, I seemed to be delusional just now, can I do it again?"

Shu Ling still kept a smile on his face and remained silent.

Su Zhuo understood.

Sighing honestly, he looked back at the book in front of him.

Isn't it just learning to draw?

Who said that if the painting doesn't look like it, you can't channel psychics?

Su Zhuo thought in despair, but honestly reopened the book and read it seriously.

In fact, in this space, he and Ye Wuhuang are relatively free.Apart from not being able to talk about the secret books in their hands, as long as they are willing to talk, they can chat all over the world and say anything.

Shuling will act as a qualified decoration when they are resting.Just stood aside, quietly not saying a word.

In this way, another ten days passed.

Su Zhuo hasn't memorized all the formulas in the book, and the things he draws are still completely different.But from Ye Wuhuang's side, there would be a big movement from time to time, as if he had already started to practice.

This state is exactly the same as Su Zhuo imagined before.

He didn't think it was strange at all, after all, apart from some ups and downs in his life experience, Ye Wuhuang was very favored by God most of the time.

But there was another thing that worried him.

On another night, after the two of them practiced, during a routine chat, Su Zhuo reached out and touched Ye Wuhuang's throat, and then asked him entangledly, "Is there any strange feeling in the throat? It's all gone." Why haven't you spoken for so many days?"

Ye Wuhuang shook his head.

After a slight pause, he pulled Su Zhuo's hand in front of him, and wrote stroke by stroke in his palm: Wait a minute.

Maybe it's because it hasn't been long enough?

Su Zhuo stared at his strokes, thinking in his heart.What Mu Qingfeng told him back then was indeed that the results after treatment would vary from person to person.Some people take one or two days, some people take ten days and a half a month.And he just subconsciously classified Ye Wuhuang into the first echelon, thinking that he would be effective in two or three days.

Some helplessly smiled, Su Zhuo didn't know whether he was comforting Ye Wuhuang or himself, he said: "Then wait for two more days, I think it should be effective soon. If it doesn't work, wait for us After you go out, you can ask Mu Qingfeng again and let him see what's going on."

Ye Wuhuang nodded.

Su Zhuo then changed the question and said, "How is your kung fu practice? Can you learn it?"

Ye Wuhuang laughed this time, after thinking about it, he raised a hand, and a cloud of lavender smoke slowly rose from his palm.

This kind of behavior is still allowed here. After all, it is only to see the results, and there is no way to know how to practice successfully.So Su Zhuo looked at the cloud of smoke clearly, slowly gathered it, and then turned into a flower.

This flower is really familiar, it is clearly the kind of thing that Su Zhuo picked up from the table by mistake when he just arrived in Lingyun City.

He has long had a psychological shadow on this thing because of his mistake last time.Seeing it again at this moment, Su Zhuo immediately patted Ye Wuhuang's arm, frowned and urged, "Why did you make this kind of thing again? What if it hits me, take it back quickly." go."

Ye Wuhuang, as if he didn't hear his words, smiled, then stretched out his other hand, and stroked the flowers.

After being swiped by him like this, the flower re-dispersed in the air like smoke.

Su Zhuo blinked, then his eyes lit up immediately, he understood the deep meaning in it and said: "I know, your exercise book is an illusion!"

Ye Wuhuang nodded, then shook his head again.

This means that he guessed half right, but not quite right.

However, Su Zhuo also knows that once they are in this space, they can't talk too much about it.Second, Ye Wuhuang's voice hasn't recovered yet, so he can't talk too much.

So he looked at it curiously for a while, then laughed and said: "After we go out, your voice will be fine, just tell me again."

Ye Wuhuang nodded, and then there were some doubts in his eyes.

According to the tacit understanding reached by the two for so long, Su Zhuo immediately understood what he meant.Hehe smiled and said, "I'm not as smart as you, and I'm still in the groping stage. But I think I've learned it soon. When the time comes, I can perform it for you, and it must be no worse than what you are doing now."

After he finished speaking, the two looked at each other and showed the same smile at the same time.

Although you don't feel hungry in this space, you won't lose the fatigue caused by long hours of study.So they still have to maintain their daily sleep.Seeing that the chat was almost over, Su Zhuo followed Ye Wuhuang to find a place to lie down, yawned and fell asleep.

After he fell asleep, Ye Wuhuang beside him opened his eyes.

Looking left and right, Shu Ling was looking at this side not far away.

"Actually, your voice has returned to normal, right?" This was the first time that Shu Ling took the initiative to talk to Ye Wuhuang, and he said, "If this is the case, why do you still pretend to be dumb?"

Ye Wuhuang bowed his head and remained silent.

All the reflections in the eyes are Su Zhuo's shadow, and the eyes are as gentle as ever.

He wouldn't tell Shu Ling, he was just afraid that the first sentence he spoke would not sound good enough.

So it's better to wait and tell Su Zhuo when he has practiced to the point he thinks is the most perfect, that silly little guy will be very happy.