Meng Changsheng's tone made Wang Defa know the seriousness of this matter, although he didn't know what painting had to do with resurrection.

"Okay."

The two of them finished picking up their things and then went downstairs.

Putting the pen and paper away, Meng Changsheng said to Wang Qingxuan: "Come on, how about we draw a bird first for the first one?" ”

"No... No problem. ”

Meng Changsheng, who got the reply, shifted his attention to the paper, only to see him pick up the pen and wipe it twice at will, and a simple and atmospheric big bird appeared on the paper.

Meng Changsheng looked at his big stickman-like bird and nodded with satisfaction.

It seems that his painting skills are still as good as ever, look at the wings, the claws, and his bird's head, this is definitely a masterpiece.

Turning his head, Meng Changsheng looked in the direction of Wang Qingxuan, only to see that she was carefully sketching the lines, judging from the outline, she seemed to be preparing to draw a goshawk.

Looks like it's going to take a long time.

After reciting a sentence silently in his heart, Meng Changsheng sat next to him and began to observe quietly.

Although he felt very bored, he didn't dare to leave, because doing so was likely to make Wang Qingxuan think "I don't care about her".

Wang Defa on the side didn't have such thoughts, he was now staring closely at the painting made by Meng Changsheng, and he was shocked in his heart, he thought that this painting would be the same as before, it was a hand-me-down work containing the Great Dao.

But he was wrong, although this painting is not like that painting, but this effect is more suitable for Wang Qingxuan than that painting.

In Wang Defa's eyes, the moment Meng Changsheng finished painting, a mysterious aura spread from it, and then floated in the direction of Wang Qingxuan, and finally wrapped it.

Closing his eyes, Wang Defa carefully observed Wang Qingxuan in the breath with his divine sense, and found that the yin qi on her body began to slowly decrease, replaced by a vigorous vitality.

This... This! How can it be?

Anger is only reborn at birth, and it can only last for an hour or two before it is assimilated by the breath of heaven and earth.

It seems that he still underestimates Meng Changsheng's methods too much.

Wang Defa's admiration for Meng Changsheng in his heart can no longer be described in words, and at the same time, he is also very curious, what kind of person is Meng Changsheng and what realm is he?

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After a long time, Wang Qingxuan finally finished painting, and Meng Changsheng, who was a little sleepy, cheered up and began to observe the paintings made by the girl.

The black feathers are vividly painted, and the sharp claws and sharp eyes give people a chilling feeling.

Although this painting is a little worse than his, it is already everyone's work.

"Yes, very good, Xiao Qingxuan, your painting is really good, Uncle Wang, you said yes?" Seeing Wang Qingxuan looking at him, Meng Changsheng hurriedly spoke.

"Yes, girl, you drew so well, this time you won." Hearing Meng Changsheng's inquiry, Wang Defa also agreed.

"Well... Good. Wang Qingxuan's words were still trembling.

She actually knew that these two people were actually lying to her, and although her paintings were also very good, they were far worse than Meng Changsheng.

She couldn't understand the mystical aura contained in the simple lines, she drew the form, and Meng Changsheng was a god, neither of them was on the same order of magnitude, what to compare.

Meng Changsheng felt very sorry when he saw that Wang Qingxuan didn't have any smile on his face, he thought that this would ease her state a little and make her happy.

Seeing that Wang Qingxuan had been staring at his painting, Meng Changsheng hurriedly put it away, and then said to Wang Qingxuan: "Okay, this time it's Xiao Qingxuan, you won, let's paint a picture today, this time the topic is set by Xiao Qingxuan." ”

Wang Qingxuan hesitated for a moment, and then said cautiously: "Then... Let's draw ghosts.

Ghost?

Meng Changsheng's brows couldn't help frowning.

It is said that when people paint, they will draw out their inner things, is there a ghost living in Wang Qingxuan's heart?

No, no, this ghost is probably a metaphor, she may have compared Wang Defa's family to the devil, these devils have been hovering in her heart, and have been haunting her.

Thinking of this, Meng Changsheng glared at Wang Defa, if it weren't for him, an old scumbag, would Wang Qingxuan have become like this?

Wang Defa saw Meng Changsheng's eyes on the side, he was very confused, he did what Meng Changsheng said, why did he still stare at himself, was it because the praise was not in place?

"Alright then, then draw this." Meng Changsheng nodded and agreed with Wang Qingxuan's idea.

The two of them picked up their pens again and began to paint.

Meng Changsheng stared at the white paper in front of him, and didn't put down his pen for a long time, because he didn't know how to draw ghosts, he was a realist, and he hadn't seen how this thing could be drawn.

In the end, Meng Changsheng put down his pen and waited quietly for Wang Qingxuan on the side.

It didn't take long for Wang Qingxuan to stop writing, and Meng Changsheng walked over to look at her painting, thinking silently.

[Is this the devil she abused her?] 】

The woman in the painting is slightly similar to Wang Qingxuan, and it is likely that she is Wang Defa's other daughter.

Wang Qingxuan looked at her painting quietly, and a sad breath came out of her body, what she painted was her self when she grew up.

Because the body of the ghost is fixed, what a person looks like when he dies is what he looks like when he becomes a ghost.

So she can only maintain the appearance of this eleven year old, she actually wants to grow up, so she painted this picture.

"It's very good..."Meng Changsheng seemed to have something to say, but he was afraid that his words would remind Wang Qingxuan of his previous days, so after thinking about it, he swallowed his words.

"You... What about yours? Wang Qingxuan plucked up the courage to ask Meng Changsheng.

Seeing that Wang Qingxuan actually took the initiative to talk to him, Meng Changsheng showed a smile, and then handed her the white paper next to him.

"Why?" Wang Qingxuan tilted his head, feeling very puzzled.

"Because, ghosts are intangible things, how can invisible things be drawn." Meng Changsheng rubbed Wang Qingxuan's head and maintained a gentle smile.

After saying this, Wang Qingxuan was stunned, and Wang De on the side was indeed very shocked.

Because he saw something terrible, just as Meng Changsheng had just finished speaking, a very large and ancient mystical aura burst out from the confession paper and directly entered Wang Qingxuan's body.

It was precisely because of this that Wang Qingxuan suddenly froze.

Looking at the two who suddenly didn't speak, Meng Changsheng was a little confused, did he say something wrong?

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, Boss Meng and I Qingxuan and I will go back first, and come back to visit another day." As soon as he finished saying this, Wang Defa picked up Wang Qingxuan and left quickly, making Meng Changsheng think that someone had robbed his daughter.

"Inexplicable." muttered something in his mouth, and Meng Changsheng didn't care about them.