Ye Qinqin's eyes were as cold as frost.

Mom loves the world of existence.

It's the world she guards.

"Get out!" Ye Qinqin said angrily.

She only felt a sudden warmth in her palm, a pale blue crescent-shaped leaf.

Rush out of your palms.

Fiercely rushed into the dark haze.

The pale blue crescent-shaped leaves flipped the wind and clouds in the dark black haze, carrying a fierce cold light.

The dark black haze was swept away by the crescent-shaped blue leaves that broke in.

In an instant, countless annihilations were lost.

The dark black haze disappeared, and the dry and craggy branches shook violently.

Like a hideous umbrella with only bones left in the howling wind.

It will be blown away at any time.

Eventually, the dead tree could not resist the power of the meniscus blue leaves.

It's getting smaller and smaller.

Finally gone.

"Damn—"

When the dead dead trees disappear, a huge shadow suddenly appears, and angry voices seem to come from the distant underground into the world of landscape ink painting.

Ye Qinqin's eyes were cold and cold.

Fearlessly, he watched the dead dead trees disappear completely into the world of landscape ink painting.

The wind, suddenly.

Bring a bit of coolness.

The sky was drizzling.

A curtain of crystal clear beads washes away the dust in the air.

Ye Qinqin in the drizzle.

Take a stroll.

Walk to the end.

I saw the murmuring of white water in the distance, as if it was connected with the white clouds on top of each other, and the sky and water were connected into a line.

A small boat in white water.

Swinging.

Walk towards the ink mountain that looms in the clouds.

Ye Qinqin rejoiced.

Raised his voice: "Is there anyone on board!" ”

No one responded.

Ye Qinqin decided to swim.

She jumped into the white water, only to find that she was back in the black and white wilderness.

——

"Qinqin, get up."

A tender voice woke up Ye Qinqin.

Ye Qinqin slowly opened his eyes.

The hazy dark eyes were stunned when they first woke up from a sound sleep.

"Brother Yi, where am I?" She couldn't tell the difference.

Song Yuyi's smile was extremely warm.

He looked at the ignorant Ye Qinqin.

leaned in front of Ye Qinqin.

Gently kissed Ye Qinqin's white and tender jade cheeks.

"By my side."

Ye Qinqin came back to his senses and looked at Song Yuyi.

Stretch out your arms.

hugged Song Yuyi affectionately.

"Brother Yi, I just had a dream that I used some powerful force to destroy the dark haze and a dead tree that looked vicious in my mother's landscape ink painting."

"Very good, my Qinqin has become a big hero in my dream!" Song Yuyi praised with a smile.

Ye Qinqin's cheeks were crimson.

She was praised by Song Yuyi and couldn't find the north.

"Brother Yi, don't make fun of me!" Ye Qinqin said angrily.

"Ha, in my heart, you are the best. Qinqin, the secret guard has brought the master of landscape ink painting to the villa, when will you go downstairs to see her. Song Yuyi said softly.

Ye Qinqin's eyes lit up.

Jump out of bed quickly.

Put on your slippers.

As he ran into the bathroom, he said loudly, "I'll go down as soon as I rinse my mouth and wash my face." ”

Running too fast.

The slippers on his feet flew out directly.

Song Yuyi covered his forehead.

I can't bear to see, "I'll go down and wait for you." ”

Ye Qinqin hurriedly responded.

——

Song Yuyi's expression was cold.

Gracefully and dignified walked down the stairs.

He stepped into the leather armchair and sat down slowly.

looked at the middle-aged woman sitting opposite who was about forty or fifty years old, with a delicate appearance and elegant temperament, and was wearing an embroidered cyan retro cheongsam.

said indifferently: "Purple poetry painter, master of painting landscape ink paintings." ”

Zi Shiyi's face changed.

The quiet and elegant air appeared because of the appearance of a beautiful man full of domineering atmosphere.

Suddenly, it became extremely dignified.

It made her feel like she was going to suffocate.