I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

The painter sighed slightly sadly.

What is responsible is just his thoughts.

After he leaves, everything in the painting will reset.No matter how happy the chat here is, she won't remember it after he leaves.

"With A Xi's words, I am satisfied, sir."

"..."

Looking at the paintings on the table, Bai Zhou raised his hand and touched his lips.

"Good day, Your Highness."

The elder brother was drinking morning tea, and he was quite surprised by Bai Tian's sudden visit.

After all, it is true that during the daytime, he does not go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything, and if there is no need for him to help deal with it, this little guy will basically not come to him.

"Mister, do you know the art of distraction?"

Sitting opposite him during the day, he skillfully poured himself a cup of tea.

"The art of distraction?"

The elder brother frowned slightly, and then asked:

"There is indeed such a technique among the techniques that I know well. It's just that I don't know what your highness wants to do with this technique?"

After all, the elder brother added another sentence:

"If I don't want to listen to Your Highness, I don't need to say more, I will give this spell to Your Highness."

"There is nothing to say."

During the day, I drank a sip of tea and pinched a jujube to eat.

"Mister also knows that I have collected many paintings here."

The elder brother closed his eyes slightly and didn't reply, he just picked up a cup and drank tea.

"It's just that these paintings are beautiful, but every time you unfold the scroll, you have to watch them one by one from the beginning. It's a bit cumbersome to repeat it many times. It's just that this painting must be seen by someone to keep it unchanged."

"Your Highness, wait a moment, and I will write down the spell and hand it to Your Highness."

The elder brother got up and left, Bai Tian nodded slightly in response, and then drank tea silently.

Back to Sixteen False Reality

"Do you really think that Axi came to ask for this spell just to see the painting?"

The Immortal Yujian was leaning halfway on the door frame and talking to his elder brother who had sent Bai Tian back.

"Ah Xi said that, as a subject, I believe it."

The elder brother put his hands behind his back, looked at the direction where Bai Tian was leaving, and chuckled lightly.

"What we all understand, how can Axi not know that I don't know?"

"It's just that as a courtier, sometimes you have to be confused."

"Besides, I'm not the only one who knows this technique. If Axi can't find it with me, then he must be going to her place next."

"Writing?"

The fairy Yujian was quite surprised.

"It's useless to ask her about eleven."

"This is about Axi, what does it have to do with Eleven?"

The elder brother has an unteachable expression on his face.

"Let me ask you, if A Xi came to ask you, would you not help him?"

"It depends."

Even though he said so, but seeing the appearance of the immortal, he was afraid that such a thing would really happen, and the immortal would just draw his sword and go up.

"Hmm. So, what's the conflict between the writer's dislike of Eleven and her helping Axi?"

After that, the elder brother stopped chatting with the immortal, turned around and went into the house to drink tea.

"...Just don't take it off."

The immortal Yujian really couldn't understand his elder brother's behavior of dancing on the sword.

While trying her best to help him, she also cheated him secretly.

"there is always a solution to a problem."

Picking up a jujube and throwing it into the mouth, tasting some of the sweetness hidden inside, my brother's face is relaxed, without worry.

"Don't forget that we used to be one heart."

"...You bastard."

The fairy Yujian left.

"Sir, be sure to wear it. That way, when I come again next time, you won't forget about us."

He handed over the black scale accessories with engraved spells to the painter, and told her how to wear them in order to stimulate its effect.

"Well. I'll keep it close to me."

The painter put it on his wrist, facing away from the string of purple beads.

"But Axi, don't make me wait too long."

The painter stared at the blue eyes of True Dragon Saint, and his blue and white tail trembled slightly, drawing his attention away.

"If I used to stay alone in the painting for a long time, it wouldn't be a problem. But now... without Axi to accompany me, every minute and every second makes people feel restless and hopeless."

"...I will come to see Mr. often."

Daytime can't guarantee to come every day, so I can only try my best to come and talk with her often, so as to dispel some loneliness for her.

"Ah."

The painter looked at the sky outside.

This painting of hers is different from others.If no one is watching, the time of this painting will always be fixed at a certain time during the day.

If someone looks at it, the flow of time in the painting will be exactly the same as the real world outside.

"It's getting dark, so Axi will stay here with Mr. How about being a companion with Mr.?"

"..."

After thinking for a moment during the day, he agreed to the painter's request.

Even if he goes out, he is still alone, why not stay here and talk to her.Two people are always better than one.

"Then Axi sit here first, I'll go get Axi a quilt."

Because it is a bamboo house, you can sleep on the floor as long as you spread the futon.

"Sir... sorry to trouble you."

During the day, he took off his clothes and lay down on the mattress.

"A Xi, A Xi..."

The painter woke up from the dream trembling.

After taking a few breaths, she looked around, and as far as she could see, the scrolls were piled up into mountains.

However, no matter how many paintings there are in this room, it is not as good as a familiar greeting at this moment.

"I used to..."

She sat on the mat, staring at the pile of papers in front of her in silence.

"A Xi..."

She had just had a dream.

She dreamed that her gift, her seal, was taken away by a fake pretending to be her.

"You deserve it all. Stupid."

No matter how good the painting is, it is just a piece of paper with ink.

When did paper...be more important than people?

She still hesitated because of this.

If she had the chance to start over, she...would never let go.

"Heh... an idiot talking about a dream."

In this world, where can I buy regret medicine?

When he learned that she refused, the little guy must have resented her very much.

Such a result can be repeated, unless there is another she who is desperately trying to restore it.

But real people make him complain like this, a fake person, how can He De save him.

"..."

"A Xi, how is this late festive night?"

In the bamboo hut, this false portrait tries hard to carry the sorrow and yearning.However, it is so deep and thick that she cannot support it alone, the ink is gurgling,

"It's not her, but... no matter where it is, sir, I can guarantee that it's exactly the same."

Even though he was about to be knocked out of his mind by that tenacious longing, the artist still tried his best to express his truth to him.

"gentlemen……"

Embracing the exhausted painter, his expression was complicated during the day.

Fortunately, he still joked that Du Heng was fascinated by a paper figure.

Thinking about his arrogance just now is worse than that of Du Heng.He even mixed his own color into the pure painting.

But... which cadre can stand such a test.

"Axi... Next time, let Mr. be on top, okay?"

The painter enjoys watching the expression changes during the day on it.That way, it would appear that the only thing he cares about is her.

"Sir, you can do whatever you want."

There is no turning back when the bow is opened, the arrow has already been shot, and there is no way to go back to the past.

Instead of worrying about these, it is better to enjoy it with peace of mind.

After all... A fake one cares about him more than the real one, and is more willing to accept him than the real one.

"Yeah. Xi, you're so good."

The sun was getting higher and higher, and Lynx came to the daytime sleeping hall to look for him after eating breakfast.

"Good day, Your Highness."

After saying hello to him, Lynx looked at the newly added furnishings in the house.

A hanging picture was placed on the wall opposite him, which showed a green bamboo forest.

"It's a good picture."

Kelsey boasted, and then focused on Bai Tian.

"Kelsey, how are you resting?"

During the day, we are very concerned about the life experience of our friends here.

"Except that the diet is a bit cold, everything else is excellent."

"Haha, since that's the case, we'll go find a restaurant on the street to have lunch later, what does Kelxi think?"

There is nothing he can do about the food in the palace during the daytime, although he is not afraid of poison, but other people can't do it like him, so he has to start with food safety.

"Your Highness You Lao."

Surprisingly, Lynx didn't refuse, and then successfully attracted Bai Tian's attention.