"Hmph——!" Mo Rubing threw away the sword spirit fiercely, and saw her hands lying on the broken porcelain pieces that were broken by herself, her hands were bloody, Mo Rubing seemed to have found an outlet for her anger, and without thinking about it, she raised her foot and crushed the sword spirit's hands that she didn't have time to put away.

"Ah......h Miss, please let me go!"

"I hope you won't be so useless this time!" Mo Rubing crushed it again, and then let go of his foot: "If it doesn't work out again, you know what I'll do!" Mo Rubing turned around and walked towards the door, and when she walked past the sword spirit, she couldn't help but kick her, looking at her lying on those broken porcelain pieces, the anger in her chest eased a little: "Clean up the room for me! Don't let me see a mess when I come back." ”

The sword spirit listened to Mo Rubing's footsteps and gradually went away, tears came out of his eyes, and he slowly got up, the sword spirit looked at his bloody hands, the porcelain had already fallen deep into the wound, the flesh and blood were blurred, and there was no good place to see it!

A hint of ruthlessness appeared on the sword spirit's unremarkable face, and his hands clenched into fists, ignoring the porcelain pieces inserted in his palms, and the blood dripped down and merged at his feet.

Bai Zhu, this is all the pain you inflicted on me, and I will definitely ask you for it a thousand times over!

Mo Rubing stood still in front of the door of Qingluo's room and knocked lightly, and the bright and beautiful face was no longer the anger and viciousness of Fang Cai, replaced by endless innocence.

"Come in!" Qingluo's voice rang out in the room.

Mo Rubing stretched out his hand to push open the door and saw that Qing Luo was sitting at the long desk in the room, drawing something!

"Master, what are you drawing?" Mo Rubing approached the desk curiously, but found that on the rice paper, a person was drawn, to be exact, a man, dressed in white, green as ink, but without facial features!

Mo Rubing "chuckled" in his heart, and faintly felt a bad feeling.

"Nothing, do you have anything?" Qingluo unhurriedly put away the rice paper, folded it and put it under the paperweight.

"Master, I haven't painted my face yet, why did I accept it?" Mo Rubing hurriedly pulled Qingluo's hand to stop her from putting the painting away: "The person in this painting is floating out of the dust, but he has no face, it's really a big pity, Master, you can paint it!"

"No need to paint, I know who it is, that's enough, what's more, I don't want to see that face that is indifferent and shallow all the year round, although it is beautiful, it is like a dead thing, like a dead flower that will not bloom!" Qing Luo folded the painting in three or two and quickly pressed it under the paperweight: "Now that the Chinese New Year is coming, if you want to go down the mountain, you don't have to ask me, just remember not to return late!"

"No, Rubing wants to come and ask Master something!" Mo Rubing raised her little face slightly, looking at Qing Luo, innocent and natural: "Master, I heard Ling'er say that today Luo Zun hugged Senior Sister Bai Zhu and hurriedly went to Shaking Light Palace, and I don't know what happened to Master Bai Zhu, could it be that he was not in good health, and he wanted to be hugged by someone!"

"Isn't it that Su Wen Luo Zun doesn't like to touch others, why is he so special to Senior Sister Bai Zhu?" Mo Rubing's voice was full of doubt, and his gaze fell on Qing Luo's right hand.

The portrait that had just been pressed under the paperweight had been twisted into a ball by Qing Luo's right hand, but Qing Luo was unconscious.

"Master, this painting is ruined!" Mo Rubing's voice was no longer innocent, revealing a hint of coldness.

As long as the person who robs Luo Zun with her is not a good person!

"If you're done, then get out!" Qingluo's voice was full of anger, and there was a trace of deeply hidden sadness.

"Yes, Master!" Mo Rubing turned around and walked towards the door without hesitation!

Sure enough, the master was just as he thought, no wonder Aunt Qingyao was married, and her master, seeing that four years had passed, did not say anything, and she had no intention of finding someone to accompany her, so it was, she finally understood.

Looking at Mo Rubing's distant figure, Qing Luo waved his right hand, and the open door suddenly closed.

Looking down at the crumpled portrait in his hand, Qingluo slowly unfolded and spread it on the desk. Slender fingertips roamed the edge of the contour of the face, and the voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself: "I also want to paint your handsome and peerless face, but the way you look at me, it is always so cold and indifferent, without a trace of emotion, I don't want to do this, let alone the you in the painting, you also look at me with this kind of eyes, so I can't draw ......."

"Senior brother......" Qingluo's voice had an extremely rare gentleness, and her eyes were full of water: "I thought that in this life, if you have something to do with her, you will no longer care about anyone, in your heart, there is only the world of life, then, I admit it, but now you are so attentive to your apprentice, just like she was at the beginning!"

"I always thought that you would never have feelings anymore, so I was willing to watch you live from a distance, but now, ——! now" Qingluo's hands slapped fiercely on the portrait, kept tightening, and crumpled the portrait into a ball: "How can you let me be willing, how can you treat me like this!"

As he spoke, Qing Luo took the portrait in his hand and tore it to pieces as if venting his anger!