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It's getting dark!

The night is coming!

"Brother!" The voice was also weakening, as if coming from below the surface of the drowning man's breathing.

"Huanhuan!"

Quan Hongming ran madly towards the horizon engulfed by darkness.

The thick ink world rotates, and all the good things go with the wind.

Quan Hongming steps into deep water.

A little girl in a red dress showed a bright smile in the water.

"Huanhuan, brother is here."

Spit out the last bubbles in the lungs.

Annihilation-

...

The beast on the bed shed tears and quickly evaporated, like an unintentional illusion.

Ning Baiyi closed his eyes and listened to the sound of Raoliang's lingering silence. He nodded in satisfaction, walked back to the bed, and looked at Quan Hongming, who was still like a dead body. The struggle is still his own treatment.

"Ugh.

"If you can survive, that would be great."

Putting his bare hand on his black forehead, under his frowned eyebrows, he suddenly opened a pair of blood-colored eyes.

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three

Mo Yun stood at the table and stared at the blank picture in a daze.

Holding the pen, the drips fell and sputtered, like blossoming plums.

What to do

Control brush movement?

How to move?

What shape does it imitate?

landscape?Flowers and birds?

What's the point of this!

If you want to paint, then paint something that ordinary people can't paint!Draw something that doesn't exist!

He swishes a lot, and the thick ink dries up, and finally fills up the scroll.

What is this?

If you are not satisfied, tear up and redraw.

It's not easy to draw good works!

Use the body as the pen, the soul as the hand, and turn the internal energy into ink.

Splash!

Embellishment!

Go!

What to paint, don't think about it, leave it to inspiration!Leave it to the soul!

...

Together, Lu Zhengkang and Kun Qing persuaded Quan Suhuan to go and see the eldest son in Daxiangguo Temple.

Quan Suhuan was very dissatisfied, but still agreed. She is a person who can listen.

"Sit on my Jiahai Jinluan and have a cup of tea together."

"Goodness."

"That's great."

The three of them walked out of the house, and Lu Zhengkang said to a maid: "This benefactor, please go to Junxianju to inform the white-clothed Young Master Mo Yun that the girl playing the piano is in danger. You should look at him first. Have you finished the painting? If he is in a daze indoors, just knock on the door. If he is still painting, then wait for a while, don’t worry."

The maid led away.

Taoist Kunqing pinched his fingers, squinted at the sky, for a long time, smiled slightly, "This can save us effort."

Lu Zhengkang also recognized this person's arithmetic ability, so he asked curiously, "Taoist, how can you still be a descendant of the Three Sects at your level?"

Kun Qing's face is not very good-looking, "It's not the old undead gang occupying the position, and there are still a few related households in front of me. When I get to the seventies and eighties, maybe I will get ahead."

After hearing this, Lu Zhengkang laughed, shaking his fluttering sleeves, and got into the luxurious carriage.

The Taoist followed angrily, without saying much.

...

Mo Yun was sitting on the ground.

He remembered what Lu Zhengkang said to him.

"Either enjoy it or forget it, how you choose is up to you."

A voice came from outside the door: "Master Mo! Little Master Miao Ji asked the maidservant to speak to you."

Mo Yun tilted his head slightly, "Go ahead."

"The girl who plays the piano is in danger."

"I know."

"The maid retire."

Mo Yun turned back.

His eyes were dead silent.