Listening to him say so many words at once, Qi Mo'er raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, seeing him staring directly at herself, after thinking about it, she knew that she couldn't hide it, and she didn't plan to hide it.

So he hooked his pink lips, looking arrogant and arrogant: "That's right, I did draw it." But why don't you care how it came about, just remember that you owe me a favor from the moment you soaked the potion. ”

"Huh." Cold laughter, but hidden pleasantness: "You are the first person who dares to ask the deity for favors, but you are still alive in this world." ”

"Really?" Qi Mo'er sneered disdainfully: "Then shouldn't I feel fortunate and grateful for my three lives?" ”

From the moment she said that she could heal him, she had already guessed that this man would know her abilities, but he would definitely not be willing to do anything to her.

It's just that what she didn't expect was that there are people in this world who can make paintings come true.

Divine painter? That's not a bad word!

"The deity is curious, where did you come from? The Divine Painter has disappeared from this world for thousands of years, and your appearance will definitely set off endless bloody storms in this world! ”

The few extremely domineering words seemed to determine Qi Mo'er's position in the future, a person who brought disaster to the country and the people......

Innocently shrugged, Qi Mo'er replied to the question: "I also want to know where I came from." ”

"Really?" The ghost lord's gaze, which seemed to see through everything, stared straight at Qi Mo'er.

Sharp, pressing.

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely turn his face away under his gaze and dare not look at him again.

But in front of him sat Qi Mo'er, she put down the dishes and chopsticks in her hand, met his eyes, her eyes were open, she didn't feel anything about his compelling gaze, she had long been used to seeing such a gaze, nothing was great.

After staring at each other for a while, the Ghost Venerable took the initiative to retract his eyes and no longer looked at her, and his eyes were dark and deep.

It's boring. Qi Mo'er stretched her waist, stood up and said, "It's time to go to bed when you're full of food and drink, you eat slowly." ”

With a wave of her hand, she turned and walked out, quickly disappearing into the night.

The Ghost Lord glanced at her departing figure, her eyes as deep as obsidian narrowed slightly, and she sat quietly in a chair like a statue.

After half a ring, he opened his eyes and refracted it. There was a cold light, and he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

A man dressed in black appeared behind him like a ghost, bowed his head respectfully and asked, "Master, what do you command?" ”

"If you want to check it or not, what is the origin of this woman......"

"Yes!"

………… Scene dividing line............

The sun rises, and in the blink of an eye another night passes, and the next day soon comes.

Qi Mo'er walked on the street wearing the women's clothes thrown to her by the ghost lord, white as snow, a shiny hair fluttering in the wind, half of it was fixed on her head with a silver hairpin, and the other half was draped over her shoulders, and her face was covered with a white gauze silk scarf, revealing only a pair of pure eyes that seemed to be unstained with worldly dust.

Looking at the road that extended in all directions, Qi Mo'er was sad, sadly there was no map, she could only find out where the gate of the city was.