I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

After all, a little bit of breeze surrounds his body, and after three to five breaths, the condensed dust will disperse.

"Woo, it's a bit strange to speak with this body, meow~."

A cat landed lightly on the table.Its shape is about the length of the artist's arm, more than 20 centimeters excluding the tail.

The holy blue eyes have really turned into opals now, and the pure white fur is like salt flocs. If you throw it into the snowdrift, you may have to have sharp eyes to detect the difference between the two.

"Hmm...it feels..."

Before Bai Zhou finished speaking, he was already embraced by the painter.

"Isn't it unexpected, Axi?"

The soft and fluffy hair feels very good to the touch, and the artist only needs to swipe his palm lightly to stroke it from head to tail.

"Hulu... Mister, this... Hulu... is a bit weird... Hulu~"

After a few touches by the painter, Ximao couldn't help the comfort, and began to purr like a real cat.

"Axi like this is pretty good."

The painter feels that the way he is petting the cat and admiring the scenery is the best portrayal of the idler.

"Mr. likes... Hulu... It's good... Hulu~"

Ximao rubbed her head, lying on the painter's lap and looking at the distant scenery with her.

"Sir, when are you going to eat scales?"

"Is it just that eager? Or is it something that has changed, and you like the diet of the illusion?"

The painter stretched out a finger, and with his fingertips gently picked out the tuft of soft hair on the cat's ear, until he heard the cat's little snoring unable to stop, and the whole cat shrank into a ball of liquid.

"Don't worry, wait a little longer, when the setting sun is about to die, it will be the best moment to drink and eat."

The painter has studied this kind of thing quite deeply, and it can be said that he is "proficient in this way".

"Mr. Yi."

Ximao rolled over, exposing its fluffy belly, and the artist cooperated with him tacitly, rubbing the place gently.

"This kind of life...if it can be maintained forever, how wonderful it would be."

The painter seemed to have confided in his heart unintentionally, the sigh was fleeting, but still attracted the attention of the daytime.

"Why are you so relieved all of a sudden, sir?"

Ximao hugged the painter's hand with its two front paws, and asked her inexplicably.

"After this trip is over, sir will still travel around the world with me. You can see me as long as you want. Even if you feel tired and drive me away, I will never leave you."

"...Oh, it's a beautiful thought. I still chase you away. You are not a stranger, so why should I go to such lengths to chase you away?"

The painter grabbed one of Ximao's small paws with his backhand, and gently pressed the meat pad on it, scolding lightly, but there was a smile on his lips.

"Then why is Mr. sighing?"

Ximao shook its head slightly, using its soft fur to please the painter.

"It's just like ordinary poets, when the thoughts come, they feel sad about spring and autumn."

"I see."

Ximao turned around again, with a string of ornaments on its paws.

"This is?"

The painter bowed his head and watched carefully.

This string of hanging ornaments is a waist ornament, strung together by a vermilion rope, with three ink-colored scales strung on it, each of which is only the size of a penny, but no matter in terms of color or texture, it is not inferior to the best fine jade.The end of the accessory is a safety knot made of red rope, which means peace and happiness.

"This is my gift to Mr.

The next moment, Ximao had turned into a real dragon again.

He put his arms around the painter's bowed waist, and put the string of accessories into the painter's hand.

"Sir, do you remember what day it is today?"

"today……"

The artist is still slightly unknown.

"Today is my husband's birthday."

Seeing the painter's stupid appearance, Bai Tian couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly, and reminded him.

"My birthday..."

The painter was stunned again.

She had forgotten her birthday, but Axi remembered it.

"I couldn't think of anything to give my husband, so I had to make one myself. Although I used some good materials, but my hands are clumsy, so I can only make it like this."

"I also hope that sir will not be disgusted."

"..."

The painter lightly raised his eyes and looked at him.

"I like this gift very much."

"As long as you like it, sir..."

Lips are touching, eyes are slightly closed, and the mountain breeze is blowing.

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The setting sun is about to die, and the red clouds cover the sky.Beautiful, yet sad.

"Axi, today, I am very happy."

The painter's voice was as gentle as the wind, whirling and drifting into the ears of the real dragon.

"Mr. likes it."

Looking at her face, Bai Tian already knew what she was going to say next.

But he didn't want to hear it.

"Sir, if we are tired, let's go back."

The painter pressed his hand, and the coolness rising from the stone table blended with the warmth of the painter's palm.

"Axi, you gave me a congratulatory gift, and I have a gift for you too."

"But you also know that I have no other strengths besides being able to draw."

After finishing speaking, the painter raised his other hand, and a scroll of painting was placed in Bai Tian's hand.

"This painting, if you like it, you can accept it, if you don't like it... throw it away or burn it, it's up to you."

"How could I treat my husband's hard work like that. I should treasure it and watch it slowly in my spare time."

Bai Zhou held the scroll in his hand, but didn't look at it right away.

"Hmm. That's not bad."

The painter nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied.

"gentlemen……"

The real dragon's eyebrows drooped slightly, and the tip of Xiwei's tail wrapped around the table couldn't stop trembling.

"Let's go, when will you come back, sir?"

"When you are acting, the sooner you end, the sooner I may wake up."

The artist's words are vague.

"I will definitely hit with a thunderbolt."

"..."

The painter wanted to say some comforting words, telling him to focus on himself and not to be impulsive, but then he thought of something, shut up, poured him a glass of wine,

"Come back, let's have a drink under the moon."

The painter rides the wind and leaves, his unrestrained demeanor makes Bairi, who is full of emotions, feel ashamed.

The real dragon returned to the Dragon Palace, the capital of God, alone.

Sitting upright on the eaves of the main hall of the Dragon Palace, under the cool moonlight during the day, slowly unfold the scroll in your hand.

There are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in Dayan, and countless scenery are painted in it.

During the day, a handsome eagle flutters its wings and flies, breaking through the encirclement of clouds and mists, and soaring above the nine heavens.

After that, in the thousands of miles of Qingming, you can see the scenery below you again, the mountains and rivers are in the same region, covered with forests and trees as scales, hanging city walls as armor, and the entire thick land of great flames turns into a majestic real dragon.

"..."

The picture scroll was put away, and there was a smile on Zhenlong's cheek.

"Yo, Xi."

He sensed the call along with the smell of roast goose.

It's a fairy, the fairy who came with a roast goose leg for supper.

"It's already so late, why isn't sister still asleep?"

Turning his head during the day, he saw Nian Meizi gnawing on the roast goose leg.

"You didn't sleep, why should I sleep?"

Nian looked at the daytime staring at him, licked his lips with the tip of his red and greasy tongue, and handed him the goose leg he bit into with a little reluctance.

"Just one bite."

"I'm not hungry, sister. Eat slowly."

It's been like this for years, how could he be willing to bully her during the day.

"Well, goose legs are really delicious, so why don't you eat them?"

Not only did Nian not take back the goose leg, but he stretched out his arms towards him, almost slamming the goose leg into Bai Tian's mouth.

"No, so is Sister. Why do you still eat such greasy food at night?"

"Because it's delicious."

Seeing that he really didn't eat it during the day, Nian took back the goose leg and started eating it himself.

"Sister just came back from the night market?"

During the day, you can smell the smoke from Nian's body.

Probably went shopping in the food street again.

"Although the food is good, it doesn't taste too much at night..."

"Okay, okay, I see. Good Axi, good Xiaobai, stop reading."

Nian shook her head with a look of "I won't listen, I won't listen", and the white tail shook with her.

"How did sister find me?"

Bai Zhou stopped talking and turned to other topics.

"Hey, I saw such a big Xi sitting here at a glance."

Nian looked at the bare bone in his hand, then secretly threw it aside, and accurately hit the trash can tens of meters away.

"Hey, Axi, let me wash my sister's hands with some water, okay?"

"It's impossible."

Bai Tian raised his hand and drew a circle, a small cloud appeared inside the circle, and then a little drizzle fell in that cloud.

"Well, this ability is really convenient."

Nian washed his hands under the little cloud, feeling the convenience of daytime power.

"Thanks to my elder sister. Without my elder sister's great help, how could I have achieved my great cause in a short period of time."