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Although it was contaminated with Ragdoll poop, my painting of this portrait is still good.

Looking at the inscription on the picture, it should be from the painting saint's handwriting - and the background behind me is the triennial immortal cultivation conference, probably because the painting saint met me by chance and copied my appearance.

As for why he painted me, it was his own idea as an artist, just like some artists like to go to the street and pull an old man to copy.

But this painting was actually placed in the house of the Demon Cultivator Sect Master, and it was used as a poop blanket by a cat, which really made me feel a little unbelievable.

I think that the next target of Bacheng Luo Hongling in the immortal cultivation world is me, so he collected my portrait, and may even be already researching information about me.

I took out my phone, dialed the housekeeper here, told him that the Ragdoll cat had peed on their collection, and asked him how to solve it.

The housekeeper soon arrived, and when he saw the painting being sat under the Ragdoll cat, he immediately showed an expression like the sky had fallen.

"Why didn't you stop this cat?! This is a painting that Mr. Lo likes very much! When he has free time, he will sit here and admire the beauty in this painting! The butler said in despair, "I'm going to lose my job!" ”

"When I arrived, the painting was on the ground, probably loose. And this painting is obviously a man, how can it be a beauty? I said.

"It's obviously the little dragon girl in the martial arts TV series! Look at the white clothes, and they are so beautiful...... Anyway, I'm going to be out of luck! I'm miserable now! The butler lamented again.

"You won't lose your job, I know a friend who specializes in repairing ancient paintings, and I can repair this painting, but it will cost some money." I say.

"Really! I can give as much as I want! Just don't lose your job! But don't be too expensive! The butler's eyes lit up at once.

"It's not expensive, it's only 3,000 yuan." I say.

The housekeeper hurriedly agreed, he took out his mobile phone, transferred a thousand yuan to me with Alipay, and said that the rest of the money would be given to me when I finished the painting.

I rolled it up and put it in a plastic bag, and then asked the housekeeper:

"Does your master really like this painting so much?"

"Yes, every time I come to bring him tea, I see that he looks at this painting very seriously, as if he can't see enough, sometimes he will talk to the beauty in the painting, but if the beauty in the painting is really zài, maybe I will also like such a big beauty."

"What did he say to the 'beauty' in the painting?" I couldn't help but be curious.

"Then I don't know. I'm just a doer, how can I eavesdrop on my master's words. Anyway, hurry up and help me fix the painting! Be sure before Mr. Lowe returns! Please!! ”

The housekeeper said anxiously.

"Don't rush. I'll definitely help you get it done. "I looked at the Ragdoll cat lying on the side, and cats are really jealous creatures, probably because the owner always looks at this painting, so he must on this painting.

When I returned to my lodgings with the scroll, it was already night.

I spread out the scroll on the coffee table, my fingertips fused a little spiritual power, and with a light touch on the scroll, the picture was like ripples and shaking, and the original intact was restored in an instant, which was just a small spell.

But what did Luo Hongling say to my real portrait?

I was curious.

I pondered for a moment, sent the painting to the wall, and by the moonlight outside the window, I attracted a little yin qi and injected it into the painting—an illusory figure loomed in front of the painting.

The man's facial features are profound, which makes people very impressed at a glance, and they believe that this person is silent and smiling.

The shadow in front of my eyes at this moment is the "memory" left by this painting. If a person has too many obsessions with objects, then his obsessions will turn into "memories" and be engraved by them.

I saw him stretch out his finger and gently caress the portrait on the painting.

And I was on the side, looking at the man's face.

"Xiao Heng." He opened his mouth, and it was my name.

"Luo Hongling." I say.

"What kind of person are you?" He asked.

"What kind of person are you?" I asked rhetorically.

"This seat and you are destined to have a life-and-death fight." He went on to say, "If possible, I hope that you are just a figure in a painting, just a virtual image without zài."

Perhaps, you are just a painting for this seat, or a corpse at the foot of this seat in the future. Our fate at the moment is only as simple as the person in the painting and the person who appreciates the painting. ”

He suddenly stopped talking, but continued to rub the scroll,

Suddenly

He even said: "I never believe that there is such a thing as love at first sight in the world." ”

With that, he suddenly laughed.

He laughed with shallow dimples.

This man is said to never smile, but when he does, you can tell that he is laughing from the bottom of his heart.

This kind of sincere smile makes others look at it and is extremely happy.

Even if he is a Demon Venerable, he is no exception.

I hooked the corners of my mouth.

He's looking at the paintings, and I'm looking at his virtual image.

The moonlight outside the window was suddenly obscured by dark clouds, and his virtual image also turned into light and dust, and gradually dispersed.