Before I knew it, it was already late at night.

During this period, Qin Yang had been guarding the soul coffin, thinking about a solution.

Liu Ruqing's remnant soul lay quietly in the soul coffin, with a touch of tranquility and gentleness on her beautiful cheeks, like a sleeping beauty, giving people peace and serenity.

Ning Fei'er was on the other side of the Soul Stone, chattering with Meng Yutong and the girls about what happened during this time.

Ning Fei'er was very happy, but there was still a little sadness in her heart.

Although she had already expected that in the days when she disappeared, Qin Yang would definitely have other women, but she didn't expect so much, Lori, the royal sister, the wife of the previous life, and even her own sister-in-law did not let go......

Beasts.

Especially when I learned that Meng Yutong gave birth to two daughters to Qin Yang, my heart was sour.

However, she also learned about some of the things that happened to Meng Yutong, and sighed at the bumpy fate of this sister, and the resentment before faded.

"Alas, it's not easy for anyone these days, especially when Qin Yang's woman. ”

Ning Fei'er sighed.

But what touched her the most was Bai Dixuan, a man who has endured humiliation for so many years for his children, and is even willing to sacrifice himself, such a father's love touches her heart and is shocking.

Compared with Ning Fei'er's complex heart, Meng Yutong's daughters are also hard to find.

While sympathizing with the other party's suffering, there is a little envy.

Becoming the coffin keeper of the future mother-in-law is a thing that other women envy. After all, with Qin Yang's ability, there is a high chance of resurrecting Liu Ruqing, and when the time comes, Ning Fei'er, the daughter-in-law, must be the dearest.

The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law cannot be lost.

In these days, it's not easy to be a wife, and it's even harder to be a daughter-in-law.

"Qin Yang, have you thought of a way?"

Seeing that the man's brows had been furrowed, Mu Sixue walked over and gently held his hand, looked at the woman lying quietly in the coffin, and asked softly.

Qin Yang rubbed his head, shook his head and said, "The problem now is that even if I revive my mother's soul, she still has to lie in the ice coffin and can't be separated from Ning Fei'er." So I had to find a way to separate them first. ”

"Don't worry, there's always a way. ”

Mu Sixue couldn't think of any good way, so she could only comfort Qin Yang.

Qin Yang nodded and didn't say anything.

Originally, he planned to ask for help from the system, but Xiaomeng had no choice, which was equivalent to cutting off his last thoughts, and it seemed that he could only wait for Lan Yuexiang to draw his soul as soon as possible.

Wait a minute!

Lan Yuexiang?

At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and suddenly he seemed to remember something, and hurriedly got up and asked Meng Yutong, "Where is the painting?"

"What painting?" Meng Yutong was a little confused.

"The painting that was taken away by the Shura Banshee painted a portrait of my mother, and only my son Xiao Muchen can enter the painting, have you forgotten?"

After being reminded by the other party, Meng Yutong remembered, looked for a while from the storage ring, and took out the painting: "Is this one?"

"Yes. ”

Qin Yang took the painting from her hand, opened it and glanced at it, then hurriedly ran towards the room where the Lan Yuexiang sisters lived, leaving a few girls with puzzled faces.

——

Lan Yuexiang has a weak temperament, and although she has a good relationship with the women on weekdays, she spends most of her time alone in the room painting.

Especially, after Qin Yang gave her a huge task last time, the little girl was under a lot of pressure, she didn't sleep well for several days, she kept thinking about how to draw her soul, and even lost sleep for two days.

When he came to the little girl's room, Qin Yang didn't knock on the door because he was too anxious, and pushed the door in directly.

Click,

The latch of the door snapped and fell to the ground with a crunching sound.

Qin Yang was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that he was a little reckless to break into a girl's room like this, and was about to apologize, but when he looked up, he was stunned.

I saw a girl with long hair and waist-length in the room sitting upright on a chair painting.

The girl sat very upright, her delicate little face was also quiet and peaceful, and what she held in her hand was the magic pen that Shui Wuxian gave her, and she was sketching and painting on rice paper, extremely serious.

But, that's not the point!

The point is...... This girl is naked!?

And Qin Yang came in, but he didn't notice it?

Just sit like a monk, like a monk outside of things, not disturbed by anything outside.

Qin Yang avoided his gaze and couldn't help coughing twice, but he wondered in his heart, does this girl like to paint naked now?

It seems that some literature and art lovers have a little quirk.

For example, eat an apple before starting to write, such as washing your face three times, such as putting two cups of tea, one cold and one hot, such as getting used to sitting in your own chair......

So, it's not strange to be naked.

What made Qin Yang wonder was that after coughing for a long time, this girl still lowered her head to paint, indulged in it, and couldn't extricate herself. The two small buns on her chest were also gently squeezed and deformed by the table with her movements......

"Month-"

Qin Yang was about to let out a lion's roar, but he was afraid of scaring the little girl and destroying the inspiration she had gathered so hard, so he had to walk over softly to see what this girl had drawn.

Qin Yang walked behind the girl, looked down, looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but nod.

Well, yes, it's bigger and whiter than Lan Bingyao......

Bah!

Qin Yang hurriedly retracted his gaze, mentally recited a few spells like 'start in three years', took a deep breath, and looked at the girl's painting.

In the painting, there is a delicate cluster of flowers, and butterflies are flying among the flowers......

To Qin Yang's surprise, the scenery and butterflies in this painting seem to be alive, the petals are falling slowly, the weak but tough flower branches are swaying in the wind, the butterflies are dancing, and there is a faint fragrant smell coming to the nose......

Awesome, worthy of a magic pen!

"The little girl drew well. ”

Qin Yang patted her shoulder and said in appreciation, the soft touch of the skin was transmitted from his fingertips, which was quite exciting.

Lan Yuexiang glanced up at him, her clean and dusty eyes were a little confused, and then she continued to look down and paint, as if she thought that the person standing behind her was just a dream.

Qin Yang was stunned.

Is this being ignored?

It seems that this is the first woman around him to ignore him.

After thinking for a moment, he stared at the girl who was obsessed with painting, suddenly came over, and muttered:

"Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, this girl is too deep. I have to find a way to make her sober up, if she goes on like this, I'm afraid she will go crazy. ”

thereupon

Qin Yang put his arms around the girl's slender and soft waist, lifted her up, and then ......

Slapped twice at an unknown location.

The sound is crisp, like a struggling fish falling into the water, causing a few ripples, or like a thousand piles of snow, stirring up infinite beauty.

(End of chapter)