One emperor through the ages?White-haired loli!

——It would be even more perfect if the blood stains on the ground could be cleaned up.

Seeing the back of Mo Weiwei going away, Huque was somewhat relieved, and looked at Gu Wulian worriedly: "Mother, that frivolous girl just now didn't harass you, right?"

"...not at all."

Gu Wulian glanced at the dots of blood on the ground with a strange expression, and couldn't help feeling worried about some young people nowadays.

I don't know who her friend is, and she even talked about love with her. Ms. Gu can't imagine how terrible that scene is. She dared to talk about love with a magical existence who can face Lolita's nosebleed. How bad.

Although there are many excellent young people like Jingxian Alu, there are still such bad young people...

This spiritual and cultural activity is too generous, it seems that it is not an absolute good thing...

Gu Wulian couldn't help but sigh worriedly.

"Forget it, let's go home, Tiffin."

In the middle of the night, Mo Weiwei, who was sitting cross-legged, was writing hard on the digital board.

At this moment, she has put all her skills of more than ten years into the pen, and the writing can be described as smooth and smooth, like a god's help.

But even if the human body, the storyboard, and even the plot are perfected, and the skill of the whole body is exerted to [-]%, the master Maoyu milk milk is frowning, with a solemn expression, and there are even fine beads of sweat on his forehead, which shows the difficulty .

What was it that stumped her?

The ragdoll cat, who knew nothing, squatted on the sofa and licked its paws, occasionally looking at the display screen.

In those azure cat eyes, perhaps the most perfect masterpiece of Mao Yu Niu Ru's life is reflected.

But this masterpiece... has no female face!

She depicted every trace of muscle texture extremely delicately, and depicted the posture of the petite body convulsed by bliss as if it were realistic, but she didn't draw the protagonist's face!

"why……"

Mo Weiwei's expression was extremely painful. She grabbed her hair, trying to reproduce the most perfect loli face she had ever seen in her life, and to use her top painting skills to embellish this work with the most perfect soul .

But she couldn't do it, even if it was extremely difficult to draw a stroke, it was almost suffocating for Mo Weiwei.

"I...can't draw her?"

Leaning against the woman who was sitting down, she muttered to herself: "I...can't desecrate her appearance?"

Mo Weiwei suddenly realized why he couldn't continue painting.

Thinking of the perfect, beautiful image of the white-haired legal loli wife being reproduced on the pen and displayed in the book, there will be hundreds of thousands of people who will do that blasphemy, Mo Weiwei's heart, He couldn't help but feel a strong sense of disgust towards himself.

Even if she has always regarded sexual desire as the origin of human beings and the way to the Dao, there is no way for her to do such a thing.

—— Mo Weiwei will not hesitate to paint himself as a material.

But at this moment, even if she was writing with the idea of ​​creating a work of art, even if she didn't have any evil thoughts in her heart, she couldn't draw a single stroke... on that blank face.

"……call."

Mo Weiwei put down his pen and closed his eyes.

She gave up.

Even though he went straight home after leaving the shopping mall and sat in front of the computer for more than ten hours to create this masterpiece that even serious painters would be amazed by, Mo Weiwei still planned to give up.

She can't tolerate any flaws in her works—the only face that can be worthy of this work, as the appearance of its soul.

Since he couldn't bear the guilt of desecrating her, Mo Weiwei chose to give up.

The woman sighed in relief, moved the mouse to close the window, and clicked on the button not to save.

"..."

But she stared at the peak painting skills in the painting that she might not be able to reach in her life, and then pressed the left button unwillingly, changing from "don't save" to "save".

Just think of it... as a thought.

"I really want to draw."

Teacher Maoyu, who put down her pen, murmured in disappointment: "I really want to draw a scene where she is happily messing with a few girls, and the last scene where she gets a bad expression."

"But... hey, I don't have that kind of desire, so who can I show it to when I draw it?"

Tonight, there is a great genius who feels sad for not being able to fully display his talents.

Chapter 170 – The Mystery of the Nightmare

Behind the small beauty, followed by a medium-sized beauty carrying two big bags.

Although I told Huque that she doesn't need to help her with everything, Ms. Gu also felt that it didn't seem wrong to let the child do something, so she simply asked Huque to bring back the purchased materials, even though it was just such a simple matter. Small things, the tiger bird carrying the bag is also very satisfied.

"Lord."

In front of the elevator door, Huque asked in a low voice: "Next, what is the master going to do?"

"Hmm...the ingredients are not enough, so I can't try new dishes, so I probably just tidy up the room and practice for a while. Oh, the electricity should be enough, let's play games with Ah Lu for a few hours."

"game……"

Huque pondered, slightly puzzled: "Why do you want to fight?"

Gu Wulian couldn't help but chuckled, "I'll call you when the time comes."

"Ding-dong-"

There was a woman behind the slowly opened elevator door, her face looked very pale under the light of the mobile phone screen, or...she was very pale.

The woman put down the phone and looked up, and subconsciously asked after seeing Gu Wulian: "Ms. Gu?"

"Well, Ms. Zhao, how are you?" Gu Wulian nodded in response.

Because they lived on the same floor, Gu Wulian often met this Miss Zhao, and occasionally had a chat.

"Ms. Gu, this is..." Ms. Zhao looked past Gu Wulian and stayed on Huque's face carrying two big bags.

While admiring the outstanding appearance, he was also amazed at the similarity between this face and Gu Wulian.

"This is, uh... my daughter."

Ms. Gu replied in a somewhat subtle tone.

It was the first time she had directly admitted that Huque was her "daughter".

This feeling, how should I put it.

Also... quite exciting.

"..."

Ms. Zhao's expression is no different from most people who have heard the tiger sparrow call Gu Wulian's mother - first she is dull, then hell, then entangled, or contemplative, and finally she will put on a look of not knowing how to look at Gu Wulian complicated look.

"You, your daughter..." Ms. Zhao is now in the third stage, her expression is very tangled, but it is also easy to understand - it almost means "which beast did this kind of thing".

"This... I haven't heard Ms. Gu say it before."

Ms. Zhao looked at the tiger sparrow with its head down, and couldn't help saying "it really looks like" in her heart.

"Well...I don't usually talk about her much, but Huque is a good boy."

Gu Wulian stood on tiptoe and touched Huque's lowered head, and said with a smile: "I like her very much."

The girl's ears hidden between the white hair were slightly red, and Ms. Zhao also felt that there was something wrong there, but she didn't know what to say.

"By the way." Gu Wulian took a slight step forward, stared into Miss Zhao's eyes, and asked doubtfully, "Miss Zhao...you don't look very good. Are you going to the hospital?"

Ms. Zhao was stunned for a moment: "Don't Ms. Gu know?"

"...Know? Know what?" Gu Wulian was a little puzzled.

"Last night, on our floor, there were eight families upstairs and downstairs."

Ms. Zhao rubbed her brows with a tired face: "I had nightmares at night. It was very real and scary. I don't know what happened. I didn't sleep well. I slept for a while in the morning. I didn't have nightmares, but I didn't sleep well. Afraid that something is wrong, I plan to go to the hospital to have a look."

"The main thing is... the nightmares we all had were the same. They were all scary scenes on the battlefield, which were much more terrifying than those in movies and TV shows. They were all synchronized, which was too strange."

She shook her head and said, "That scene is really... I don't want to see it again at all, doesn't Ms. Gu feel it?"

"I don't have one." Gu Wulian said in surprise, "Is there such a thing?"

……and many more.

Ms. Gu slowly turned her head to look at the unresponsive Huque standing behind her, who returned a puzzled look when she saw her gaze.

"What's the matter, mother?"

"...No, nothing."

Gu Wulian shook her head, looked at Ms. Zhao again, and said softly, "Thanks for your hard work, I hope nothing happens."

"Thank you, Ms. Gu, for your good words...then I'll go first."

"See you."

After saying goodbye to Ms. Zhao, Gu Wulian and Huque walked into the elevator, and Miss Huque, who was sticking to Ms. Gu, was keenly aware of something, and asked a little cautiously: "Mother... lord, just now... I have something to ask Do you want to ask the tiger bird?"

Gu Wulian asked after deliberating her words: "Miss Zhao's nightmare... Huque, do you have any clues?"

"Nightmare..." Huque frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "Huque doesn't know."

Gu Wulian also felt puzzled, if there was something wrong with Huque... There was no reason why she wouldn't notice it.

Let's ask Ah Lu what's going on later.

The battlefield...the battlefield...

After getting out of the elevator, Ms. Gu, who turned the key at the door of the house, frowned in thought.

Is it some kind of idea that Huque subconsciously radiated, or something else?I didn't notice... Is it because I'm used to it?

She also couldn't connect other things with the word "battlefield". No matter how she thought about it, the problem could only happen to Huque.

But the titmouse...what the hell is wrong?

"click"

Gu Wulian pushed the door open and entered, and as soon as he entered, he saw that the bedroom door was locked tightly.

"..."

The intuitive Ms. Gu frowned, and without making a sound, she quietly took the bag from Huque, put it on the coffee table, and did not knock on the bedroom door.

But Miss Huque didn't understand, and asked directly: "Master, why are you staying in the bedroom and not welcoming the Lord?"

"..." Ms. Gu paused, and looked at Huque with a little more helplessness.

There was a lot of noise in the bedroom, and then Ms. Yan Lu, who was wearing ordinary short sleeves, pushed the door out and looked at Gu Wulian in surprise: "Auntie is back."

"Uh-huh."

Ms. Gu looked at Yan Lu's white thighs and didn't know what to say for a while.

Deer... let's come out in a pair of pants at least.

"Miss……"

And what is even more explosive is the titmouse with a surprised expression and sniffling——

The girl asked somewhat incomprehensibly: "Miss just now...are you blaspheming yourself?"

Gu Wulian, who was standing by the coffee table with a shocked expression, Yan Lu, who was standing at the door of the bedroom with a frozen expression, and Huque, who was in the living room in front of the main entrance, said "Miss, you are blaspheming yourself" in great perplexity.

The triangle where the three people stand forms an abstract and bizarre composition.

Ms. Gu opened her mouth, and for the sake of the dignity of her eldest daughter, she coughed, and was about to talk about anything to cover this topic.

But before she could say anything, Yan Lu actually... directly blew himself up!

"No."

The eldest girl looked very calm: "It hasn't started yet, I just felt like you and your aunt came back."

"...Oh." Huque was thoughtful, "Just now Huque was wondering why the taste is so bland, that's why."

Then, the three of them fell into an unspeakable strange silence.

At this time, Huque also seemed to be belatedly aware that what he said just now seemed to be very problematic. He looked at Gu Wulian to the left and Yan Lu to the right, and said with some hesitation: "Did Huque just now..."

"What does Auntie eat today?"

"Today, eat pork belly with cumin."