Heavenly Star

When he returned to Ye Fu, it was almost noon, and he walked all the way, accidentally hitting many pedestrians. Coming to Ye Shuiyao's study, Qian Shadow painted a green lotus leaf in the Concentration God and did not respond to his arrival. Snowflake sat quietly in that soft chair, shaking her calves boringly back and forth. When he came back, he jumped right up and hung on him and refused to come down.

Ye Wuchen patted her on her little ass a few times, then held her up and turned around and shouted to Ye Shuiyao: “Are you hungry, sister? ”

“Not hungry. ”

“... what would the sister like to eat? ”

“Whatever. ”

When talking to Ye Shuiyao, Ye Wuchen's eyes are also watching the movement in her hand. He frowned slightly, lowered the snow condensation, and then walked to Ye Shuiyao's side, reaching out and holding onto her right hand holding the pen.

Ye Shuiyao trembled all over his body and forgot to reprimand or break free for a while.

“Sister, your pen is delicate, but too delicate creates a silly line. To depict the most natural lotus flowers, use the most natural and smooth pen to create the lotus flowers you want. Otherwise, it's not a flower, it's a painting...”

Ye Wuchen gently held Ye Shuiyao's hand and gently outlined it with her hand...

From his breath, and the temperatures coming from his hands, she was confused in her heart and mind until they turned into a void. She can no longer hear what he's saying or see what he's doing. Until he left with the snow, she slowly returned to her senses, and the paper under her pen had blossomed with a delicate lotus flower.

She sat disoriented in the chair behind her. No calm has been restored for a long time.

“What the hell is wrong with me...” She caressed her heart and asked herself in a shadow.

At this time, Lin Jia Lin Xiao and Hua Jia Hua Hua Shui's well-known affair was boiled down by discussions throughout the city, as if it were something of a national celebration. Ye Wuchen walked across the flow with a cold cliff and listened with interest to their conversation. The more the Lin family does this, the more they appear to have lost their minds. Ye Wuchen smiled: I really overestimated Lin Xiao.

The cold cliff still has a cold face, just like a human skin mask made of dead skin. The direction of their journey remains that of the black forest, and the only words they said to Ye Wuchen before his journey were: "Go, dig a pit, put a few knives. ”

By the time they came back, time was near dusk. At this time, the cold cliff looked at Ye Wuchen's eyes with some weirdness. I don't know what kind of trouble this Young Master Ye had committed. In the middle of the day, he didn't do anything to dig the pit in the black forest where the birds didn't shit. He also called it physical exercise, pottery and emotional exercises.

The next day, the cold cliff almost threw up blood.

“Go, pick up two shits, the more the better. ”

If the other party hadn't saved his life and his mother's, then healed his mother's eyes. The cold cliff even stabbed him in the heart. Ultimately, however, he could only bite his teeth tight, and along the way he picked two burdens behind Ye Wuchen, smoking the pedestrian all the way to hide. Even though, with his heart, he couldn't help but find a sew to get into, he had to cover his face.

In the afternoon, Ye Wuchen finally did not go to torment the cold cliff, but changed into a costume that was not very eye-catching, and came to Tianlong City flower house very low profile.

The house of the flower family is significantly smaller than that of the Ye family, and the number of people is much lower than that of the Ye family. The only current owner of the flower family is Flower Tremor. Compared to the Ye family, the flower family can only be described in miserable terms. The Flower Tremor generation had only one son, and he only had a daughter when he was in his thirties. And the reason the flower family went too far was because his parents died prematurely, and even his wife died in an accident.

Soft flowers are the only daughter, the only family member, and the only trustee, who has loved her to the point of drowning.

“How do I get in?” Ye Wuchen pondered his chin in silent pockets near the flower house.

Huge officials such as the Ye family and the Hana family all possess immense power. Heavy soldiers can create corpses under one order for thousands of miles. But they generally have a clear flaw. The point is that these officials, although many of them are good at it, do not have any top experts. Even the most powerful Ye family of spiritual guards has only one. Because true masters are usually obsessed with martial arts and reluctant to associate themselves with official politics.

Conversely, there are demonic martial arts families in all regions of Tianlong, who have no military power, but see martial arts or demons as their sole pursuit, each of which is enough to be one enemy. Their presence makes ordinary people yearn and even fear. Although a Demonic Martial Family generally does not have many gatekeepers, the Tianlong Royal Family will not provoke them, and they are equally afraid to provoke the Tianlong Royal Family. With the force available to the Ye family, it is easy to destroy any Demonic Martial Family, but it will undoubtedly pay or pay a light or heavy price. The flower family has far less military power than the Ye family, but it is rumored that the flower family has a mysterious team called "Sky Thunder Fire”. Although there are fewer than a thousand people, each of them is surrounded by thunderbolts and fire poisons, and their destructive power is extremely astonishing.

Ye Wuchen can fly through the eaves of the Ye family without being noticed, and naturally has no great pressure to dive into the flower family, otherwise he would not be here today.

“... My Second Lady loves that painting very much, please let the little one meet Master Hana. ”

In front of the flower house, a servant dressed as a housekeeper is struggling with the guards of the flower house. It seems that if he fails to complete his mission today, he will certainly be punished when he returns.

“Our master is not here! He already said whoever buys it won't sell it, you go back.” The guard waved.

“Brother, just let the little one meet Master Hana.” The man looked delightful while shoving a bright silver ingot into the guard's hand without a trace.

The guard did not move his voice, and the servant's face did not show joy, so he listened to the guard's seriousness: “My master is really not here. Even if I were, I wouldn't see anyone who wanted to buy a painting. ”

The servant opened his mouth and wept his face: “This brother, tell Master Hua that my lady is willing to pay 100,000 taels of silver for the painting. ”

100,000 taels!? This number surprised Ye Wuchen, insinuating that these rich people's sons and daughters didn't take money for money, but actually bought a painting with 100,000 taels... this money is too easy to make.

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