I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

It's not as good as a kid... Tsk, this kid has no feelings for his paintings... I really don't know whether to praise him for being stupid or smart.

"Sir, what do you want for breakfast tomorrow?"

Here we go again, thinking about what to eat all day long.Eat, eat, eat, are you the reincarnation of the idiot?

After tapping Bai Zhou's forehead, the artist grasped the brush and began to think.

"Oh? Do you want tofu flower?"

Bai Tian's question made the artist stunned for a moment, she lowered her head, and she had already drawn a bowl of bean curd on the paper.

"……Ok,"

The painter nodded slightly.

"Just do this."

Tofu flower, if not spicy, is quite delicious.

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The sound of raindrops falling on the window lattice had ceased at some point, and the travelers staying overnight leaned against their companions to take a nap.

During the day, I was preparing ingredients for tomorrow's breakfast.

My husband wants to eat tofu flower, so he has to soak the soybeans in advance.

I just don't know whether the artist prefers to eat salty or sweet.

Everything was ready, and he checked the condition of the fire again during the day, and after confirming that the embarrassing incident of suffocation and death of several people due to the open fire in the room would not happen, he fell asleep against the wooden bed with the bamboo box in his arms.

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'sniff~'

When he was sleeping soundly, a scent broke into the painter's dream.

Is it morning?

"Well……"

This sleep...was a bit too deep...and made my body a little weak.

She opened her eyes, and a small, busy figure came into view.

"Sir, breakfast is ready."

"Sir, please wash up."

"Sir, this is salty, this is sweet, and there is a slightly spicy one."

A new day begins with the constant voice of Mr.

The painter took the spoon and lightly pressed the white tender soft balls in the bowl.

Scooping a spoonful of bean curd, she ate all the sweet and salty ones, but she threw the bowl of spicy one aside without even looking at it.

"Then sir, I will eat this bowl."

Bai Tian smiled and pulled the bowl of bean curd in front of him, and was about to enjoy it, but the painter knocked his forehead.

"gentlemen?"

During the day, he looked at the painter suspiciously.

"Eating spicy food in the morning is not good for your health. Go change a bowl."

Those bright iridescent eyes shone with an incomprehensible gleam.

"Oh~."

"I listen to sir."

Putting down the bowl during the day, he got up and filled another bowl in the pot.

"Sir, those two people have already left."

When he came back, Bai Tian saw the painter looking around, and he understood what the other party was thinking.

"They left us a map to Wuyue. Sir, I heard that Wuyue's scenery is very beautiful. Shall we go and see it?"

Is it really for the scenery of Wuyue?

The painter raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"You're just greedy for the perch scales there."

"Hey."

During the day, he laughed and drank the remaining bean curd in the bowl.

After breakfast, he packed his luggage, and during the day he carried the bamboo box and followed the painter.

"Sir, what about this house?"

The painter explained this doubt for him with actions.

A strange long sword was held in the painter's hand, and Bai Tian didn't know how she pulled it out.

Afterwards, the painter just waved his sword, and the house turned into ink layer by layer, and finally disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Oh~! Mister is amazing!"

This kind of wonderful "virtual reality" magic really opened the eyes of the day.

Looking at the happy day, the painter shook his head slightly.

It's just that this superficial use of abilities surprised him so much.If he were to see his true ability, wouldn't he faint with excitement.

Sure enough, the kid is a kid, and he's still very young.

"Sir, what shall we have for lunch?"

"I just had breakfast, so I have no idea."

"Sir, have you ever been to Wuyue?"

"I've been there a few times."

"Then, is the scenery there really beautiful?"

"Well, it's beautiful."

"Sir, if we drop by, can we go to Yongning Road first?"

"Yongning Road... Do whatever you want."

"Thank you, sir."

The kid's laughter became a little happier, which made the painter a little curious.

Yongning said... Is there someone he wants to find?

Are there relatives there?

If he found that relative, he should have left.

"..."

Looking at the white day ahead holding a map to find the way, the painter's lips parted slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end.

What he wants to do has nothing to do with her.

"Sir, we have to walk for about two days to reach Shuanglin Town."

"Ah."

"Sir, are you tired? Would you like to rest?"

"I just walked so far, such a waste of time, I won't be able to reach the next town in two days."

"Hey, as long as your husband is in good health, it doesn't matter how long you go."

"...not tired, keep going."

"gentlemen……"

"What's the matter?"

"Sir, what shall we have for lunch?"

"..."

The painter looked at the mountains and clouds in the distance, and casually said something to stop the kid from stopping his mouth.

The kid is fine with everything, but this mouth... is really annoying.

"Sir... well."

Bai Tian covered his knocked head, and was interrupted by the painter with physical means.

"Go quickly, if you can't reach that town tomorrow, you will be punished and not allowed to speak for three days."

The painter held the pen holder and tapped his head again.

"Ah! I will say no more, sir, and let us go quickly."

It seemed to be working, the little ghost did not say a word, and hurried on his way in peace.

But, something... too quiet.

"Sir, sir, don't hit me yet! This time it's business!"

The painter put down his hands and waited for Bai Tian to clarify what he called "business".

"There's a river in the way ahead, sir."

Go back to the seven towns with double scales, the golden man picks up two

"river?"

The painter raised his eyebrows, looked over Bai Tian's head, and indeed saw a noisy river.

But... no bridge.

"Sir, we have to go around far...Sir, you are amazing!"

During the day, I couldn't help applauding.

It was the painter who took the brush and drew a bridge over the river.

"Hurry up, this bridge has cost me a lot of ink."

Originally, the artist only wanted to draw a boat to cross the river, but then he thought that the boat had to be rowed by a little ghost, and the river was so wide that he would be exhausted to death, so he changed his brush and drew another narrow bridge.

After crossing this bridge, there is only half the distance to the town called "Twin Scales".

If you are lucky, you will meet a kind person who can give you a ride, and you will be able to reach the town after dark.

but……

During the day, he quietly glanced at the painter.

Wearing a green shirt, long hair like ink, and a loose body.

A person like Mr. shouldn't like to take a car that is too simple...

walk... walk...

You have to walk a long way to meet people.

The painter let out a deep breath.

Find a chance and let the kid stop a car for a ride.

If drawing houses and bridges didn't waste a lot of ink, she would just draw a car instead.

In the next town, it was time to find some ink.

Just as I was thinking, a bullock cart pulling grass came slowly on the road in the distance.

"Sir, there seems to be a car in front of you. Let me ask. If we are on the way, let's take a car."

"Ah."

Bai Tian waved his hand to stop the car, and ran quickly to talk to the old man driving the car. The painter stood quietly behind him and waited for the result.