Affectionate characters can't collapse [Quick wear]

Unlike his subordinates, Xie Zhiwei can write well.

Flowing clouds and flowing water, iron painted with silver hooks.

Slightly improved Ji Xingyun's stereotype of Moxiu being unlearned and incompetent.

The moody Mozun lord doesn't want to correct the official documents anymore, and the conscientious person starts to show his true colors after a short time, and he can't sit well.

She wanted to support her chin with her hands, leaned lazily on the large armchair, and then looked at Ji Xingyun sideways.

Ji Xingyun paused slightly, trying to paste the inkstone and ink on his face.

He still doesn't understand why Xie Zhiwei came up with this method of punishment. How could the majestic Lord Mozun lack servants to serve him? He is so clumsy that he could sprinkle water on Xie Zhiwei's body at the very beginning, not so much as punishment. One person, it is better to say that they suffer together.

The several pieces of clothes washed by Ji Xingyun are iron-like evidence.

And - countless expensive jade and porcelain that he accidentally broke.

No family property can withstand such torture.

If it wasn't for seeing the heartache in Xie Zhiwei's eyes by accident, Ji Xingyun really thought that this person didn't care.

Xie Zhiwei changed to a clean piece of rice paper, he pondered for a while, and quickly wrote and drew on the paper.

Seeing that he hadn't made a sound for a long time, Ji Xingyun couldn't help poking his head curiously to look around...

The slender young man's figure is vivid on the paper, and he is leaning on the table with his head slightly lowered, studying ink seriously.

The fullness of the characters under the outline of just a few strokes shows the painting skills of the person who wrote the brush.

Ji Xingyun's eyes were fixed, this person didn't move for a long time, so he was being painted?

He has no artistic background, and he can't give professional comments. He just thinks it looks good, and the painting is really good.

As soon as Ji Xingyun got closer, Xie Zhiwei noticed that maybe it was because of the ice root, there was a light and cold fragrance on the young man's body, and the aftertaste was mixed with a little sweetness, which was very special.

Xie Zhiwei was used to smelling the rich and fragrant fragrance in Moyu, but he had never smelled this kind of sweet smell. The sense of presence is not strong, but it is inexplicably addictive.

A silly little rabbit came out of the sanctimonious foxes in the cultivation world. The rabbit is really stupid. It follows the wolf and doesn't tuck its tail to be a human being. It's so lively and nimble.

He saw all the tricks he played, but thinking that the rabbit was usually cute and cute, he just turned a blind eye and pretended not to know.

Ji Xingyun claimed that he had saved his life, but Xie Zhiwei couldn't remember when he saved his life. If he had really saved such a cute child, he would have no memory of it.

Thinking about it, Ji Xingyun misremembered, and I don't know whose kindness is on his head.

The gentle young man said in a soft voice in front of him that he would go through fire and water for the lord in this life, be loyal, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in his eyes, microwaves shimmering, and thousands of glitz shone in them.

No one would refuse such a sincere oath.

The eccentric Xie Zhiwei would not.

The Lord of the Demon Realm who climbed up from the abyss will not.

Xie Zhiwei gently stroked his hand on the boy's smooth black hair, his narrow eyebrows were smudged with a rich black color, and gradually became darker and darker.

He said: "You are so good, the Lord will protect you in the future."

***

"Is it me? It looks like it."

Ji Xingyun was completely attracted by this vivid portrait, he put down the ink pillar with a slap, and couldn't help getting closer, almost half of his body was in Xie Zhiwei's arms.

He stretched out his finger to touch it, but retracted after seeing the ink marks on his hand.

He stared at Xie Zhiwei with sparkling eyes, without concealing his admiration.

Xie Zhiwei's engrossing admiration for the young man was very beneficial, he clenched his right fist and put it on his lips and coughed lightly: "It's just a casual work, if you like it, I will give it to you."

Ji Xingyun was a little flattered.

"Thank you Lord, I will frame it on the wall when I get back."

Ji Xingyun rolled his eyes a few times, and he took a deep breath and said: "My lord is proficient in everything from literature to martial arts to martial arts, from piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and has the talents of the world.

One hundred and eight sentences of rainbow fart are omitted here.

Ji Xingyun exhausted his vocabulary to praise Zhiwei, his mouth was dry and he couldn't breathe before he stopped.

"So..." He paused, and asked tentatively, "When will the unparalleled Lord Lord release me from imprisonment?"

Xie Zhiwei: "..." So she was waiting for me here.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and under the expectant gaze of the young man, he slowly replied: "Another day."

Ji Xingyun still didn't give up: "If the Lord doesn't lift the restriction, I won't be able to go back to the secret realm to get the magic light bell."

"Don't worry, isn't the elixir that Gu Sui used to regulate your body not refined yet? When will he refine it, and when will we go get it."

Ji Xingyun: "..."

It's too much!

When can this person's bad taste be put away!

How could there be such a petty, evil and vengeful Lord of the Demon Realm.

Isn't it interesting to watch him busy up and down every day and still not understand anything?

Ji Xingyun's head grew bigger.

He was secretly angry here, as angry as a puffer fish.

Xie Zhiwei didn't stop moving, and only finished drawing the last stroke of the painting carefully.

He admired it for a while, rolled up the painting slightly and put it in the scroll, and just about to pass it to Ji Xingyun, he saw the ink color on the boy's fingers.

He laughed lowly, and asked knowingly, "Why are your hands so dirty?"

"Grinded with ink."

The answer was blunt and cold, and there was a trace of imperceptible resentment when he listened carefully.

In the huge Twelve Cities of the Demon Realm, no one dared to talk to Xie Zhiwei like this, the grass on his grave was already three meters high.

Only Ji Xingyun knew in his heart that Xie Zhiwei would not do anything to him, so he would play a little temper from time to time.

Those who are favored will always be more confident.

If someone else was acting strangely in front of Xie Zhiwei, he would have already turned into a cold corpse at this moment, maybe he would take out that person's soul to torture him when his mood improved, and when he would stop.

But if it was Ji Xingyun, not only could he not feel unhappy, but he even found the boy's angry appearance very interesting, and wanted to get angry with him again...

What is the excuse?

Xie Zhiwei's eyes fell near the inkstone, and Ji Xingyun's movement of rubbing ink was not proficient, showing the greenness of a beginner.

Sometimes with a little more strength, the ink will splash to the side.

"Yunyun is getting more and more clumsy. It's fine to get his hands dirty, and even stain the deity's table with dirty ink."

Ji Xingyun was slightly taken aback, but was speechless.

Listen, is this man still speaking human language?

How did your body temperature of 37 degrees make such cold words?Don't you feel guilty about what you did?

Obviously it was Xie Zhiwei who insisted on him grinding the ink, but in the end he still disliked him for not doing a good job...

Capitalists can still draw big cakes before picking on the thorns. This person doesn't even give sweet dates when he hits the big stick...

Seeing the young man pursed his lips aggrievedly, Xie Zhiwei knew how to accept it as soon as he was good: "Don't be angry, just kidding."

"Give me your hand."

Xie Zhiwei picked up the handkerchief on the table and wiped off the ink stains on Ji Xingyun's fingers one by one.

Mozun lord has a handsome face like a crown jade, and looks like a gentleman of a famous family when he is gentle. Not only can he write well, he even dabbles in painting, and he doesn't know what else can be difficult for him.

No one would have guessed that such a man of literary talent would be a bloodthirsty, ruthless and ruthless Demon Lord who could stop children from crying at night in the cultivation world.

Ji Xingyun also found it unbelievable, the Xie Zhiwei he had known these days was very different from the frenzied Demon Lord in the legend, they looked like two people.

The back of Xie Zhiwei's hand touched something, and there was a crisp sound of jingling.

He rolled up the sleeves that blocked his sight, and what came into view was a crystal clear jade bracelet.

The whole body of the bracelet is white and bright, and the jade is exquisite and high-quality, exuding a warm light in the sun, which is slightly inferior to the young man's white wrist.

Xie Zhiwei asked casually, "Why did you wear such an ugly bracelet?"

Ji Xingyun recovered from his thoughts, and asked nah, "Is it ugly?"

In fact, it's not ugly. In all fairness, this white jade bracelet matches the boy very well in some respects.

But for some reason, Xie Zhiwei felt very obtrusive when looking at it.

He said, "It's not pretty."

Ji Xingyun also didn't think it was very good-looking. He tried many methods but couldn't remove it, but he got used to its existence over time.

Habitually, he pushed lightly with his hand, and the jade bracelet got stuck between his wrists, but he still couldn't take it off.

"Now, put away the painting."

Xie Zhiwei naturally changed the subject, he got emotional when he saw the bracelet, he couldn't think of the reason, he felt like he was sick again.

All right, what's his fuss with a dead thing?

He looked away, put the scroll in the boy's hand, and said, "Don't lose it."

Ji Xingyun responded.

After returning to the yard, in order to show his cherished attitude, he purposely hung the painting in the most conspicuous place, so that anyone could see it as soon as they looked up.

In order to make it easier for Ji Xingyun to take care of him, Xie Zhiwei specially arranged him in his yard.

Ji Xingyun lives in the side room next door.

Lord Mozun's side room is not an ordinary side room, the room is huge as hell, and all kinds of facilities are readily available.

As soon as Ji Xingyun returned, the puppet maid prepared meals for him.In order to keep the heat of the food, magic vessels that can continue to heat up are placed under the plates, and the dishes that are delicious in color, flavor and flavor are constantly steaming...

At this time, Ji Xingyun would feel that being a mortal is also very good. He was on Guiyizong Xueling Peak, but he had never enjoyed mortal meals, and he would wake himself up in his dreams at night.

After the foundation building period, monks no longer need food to provide abilities, and their appetite will gradually weaken.

But Ji Xingyun is different, he has not experienced this process, and still has an instinctive desire for food from the bottom of his heart.

In short, it is impossible to skip a meal.

This meal was eaten until the mid-day of the moon.

Ji Xingyun had a chicken leg in his mouth, and he was watching a movie with the system.

While watching, he still had to discuss with the system: 【That mysterious man must be the murderer, and the last shot was a close-up of him. 】

System: "No! The murderer must be the most ordinary person. Think about it, a person who is usually the most honest and easygoing is suddenly exposed as the murderer. This kind of commercial movie is most keen on contrasting.】

【You are right...】

The film is in the middle of the exciting part, and it is also such a dark and windy night, the murderer is completely black and melts into the night, walking on tiptoe in the corridor of the apartment, the voice-activated lights light up one by one, and then slowly turn off behind him... …

Holding a dagger in his hand, he pried open the door and slowly approached the sleeping man.

Ji Xingyun hurriedly covered his eyes with his fingers: [Is the person dead?Is someone dead? 】

The system didn't dare to look at it either: [Don't ask me, I don't know...]

"Puchi..."

It was like the sound of a knife piercing a gun, the scream was blocked in the throat, and there were only bursts of desperate and painful muffled groans, and the panting was thick and heavy...

Ji Xingyun quietly opened his eyes between his fingers. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt two panting sounds...

Another one seems to come from the door...

Ji Xingyun suddenly opened his eyes wide, and he stared straight at the red lacquered door. In the movie, the victim's near-death struggle overlapped strangely with the inconspicuous noise at the door——

The originally bright room seemed to suddenly become lonely and dark, the sky outside was gloomy, the moon was covered by dark clouds, and it was very dark and frightening.

Ji Xingyun unconsciously held his breath.

【what! ! ! 】

The sudden scream frightened Ji Xingyun, and he almost lost his breath.

[Come on, come on, this murderer is so insane, he went to the next door again and killed all three of the next door's family! 】

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