When Wen Shuoyu saw the second year of junior high school, she was not surprised, because she already knew in advance that he was the ghost in the painting. Wen Shuoyu took two steps back and asked, "Little friend, I didn't harm you, why did you harm my friend, who are you, who sent you, and what is your purpose?" ”

The second junior high school smiled and said, "Sister, you have too many questions, and the second junior doesn't know which one to answer." ”

Wen Shuo said angrily: "Children, don't pretend to be cute anymore, just say it." ”

The second junior high school said: "I just want to be friends with my sister, I don't want to hurt my sister, why is the second year of junior high school not cute." ”

Wen Shuo said: "If you want to be friends with me, then you can release my friends." ”

The second junior high school said: "Is it that if I let go of your friend, you will be friends with me?" ”

Wen Shuoyu said: "It depends on your performance, I want them to be safe and sound, just now your big brush pierced my friend's stomach at once, that should be your little trick, my friend should be fine." ”

The second junior high school lowered his head and said, "Something." ”

"Huh?" Wen Shuoyu's eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, she couldn't believe it, she pointed to the second junior high school and said, "Little friend, you explain it to me clearly, what will happen to them?" ”

The second junior high school lowered her head but raised her eyes to look at her, and whispered: "The curly-haired big sister who pierced the paper with a paintbrush just now happened to poke at the position of her stomach, and she will burst her stomach and die." Wen Shuoyu's eyes widened when he heard this.

The second junior high school continued: "And the big brother who is very white, he was painted by me with black paint, he should be in the dark now." ”

Wen Shuoyu calmed herself, although what she said in the second year of junior high school was terrifying, she believed that her friends were still alive. She said, "You can hurt them with a painting, so can you paint them back with a painting?" ”

Chu Er nodded and smiled: "Yes, there is nothing in this world that I can't draw, I can draw it if I see it, as long as I draw it, they won't die." ”

Wen Shuoyu was pleasantly surprised: "Then you hurry up and draw them!" ”

The second junior high school smiled: "Then my sister wants to be my friend, so I'll draw them." ”

Wen Shuoyu smiled: "Okay, I can be your friend, as long as you draw them all, by the way, you should not only draw my two friends, but also have a friend, well, the handsome big brother who was with me at the beginning, you also want to draw him." ”

When the second junior high school heard that she was talking about Gongyu Changsheng, his eyes were cloudy, and he said, "Okay...... But sister, there is no basis for what you say, let's make a note. ”

Wen Shuoyu was surprised: "Document? What kind of note, I don't owe you money, and I write an IOU, little ghost, you're too big, right, I don't know what the note is. ”

The second junior high school said very seriously: "Sister, the second year of junior high school is no longer a little ghost, the second year of junior high school is a hundred-year-old ghost, sister, you and I must have evidence to be friends, and the evidence is required." ”

As soon as the brush of the second junior high school waved, a note floated in front of Wen Shuoyu, Wen Shuoyu looked at it seriously, the note was too far, Wen Shuoyu waved his hand and said, "I can't see it, come here." "The second junior high let the note go a little further, but when the note touched the outside of Wen Zibai's rotating white umbrella, it stopped, Wen Shuoyu just saw it clearly, and found that Wen Zibai's white umbrella was rotating very strongly, and the ribbon bells were fluttering with the wind, and after the bell of the jingling bell touched the note, the note actually flashed sparks, and the second junior high-year's body shook, and his brows furrowed, as if he was shocked.

Wen Shuoyu remembered Wen Zibai's words, don't come out of his umbrella. That's right, Wen Zibai only covers her with an umbrella, but not himself and Yinying, and if Wen Zibai really has something, his white umbrella will not turn, that is to say, this little ghost is deceiving her into making some kind of contract or something.

The second junior high school said to her, "Sister, come here, my brush can't reach your place." ”

Wen Shuoyu said: "I'm too lazy to go, your brush can't reach, you can bring the note yourself." "Alignment

The second junior high school said, "Doesn't my sister want to save your friend?" ”

Wen Shuoyu said: "Of course I want to, but I don't want to be hurt by you, the second junior high school child, you don't really want to be friends with Owen." ”

The second junior high school hurriedly said: "I have sincerity, I have sincerity, I really like my sister, I want my sister to be my friend and always be by my side." ”

Wen Shuoyu felt that this sentence was very strange, but a hundred-year-old ghost had walked more bridges than she had walked, and she couldn't think of any grotesque behavior. I used to hear my grandmother say that all ghost ideas are extreme, and they may have unfulfilled wishes that cannot be resolved when they stay in the world, and those who want to take revenge will repay their kindness, those who want to destroy the world will destroy the world, and those who want to mess with the world will mess with it. In their world, there is only themselves and no others, and people are toys in their eyes, so whenever they encounter ghosts, they must either exceed, recover, or destroy, and people and ghosts cannot be together.

Wen Shuoyu didn't intend to really be friends with him, but since the moment she knew that he had turned Gongyu Changsheng into nothing, she didn't like this gloomy little ghost.

Wen Shuoyu said: "Little ghost, do you know that friendship is meant to be shared together, and if you refuse to get my friends out, then I think you are not sincere." ”

The second junior high school suddenly had a gloomy face, his feet rose from the ground, and floated to Wen Shuoyu, Wen Shuoyu saw that his eyes were all black, his neck twisted left and right, and asked in a low voice: "Sister, what does it mean to share, I am friends with you, why should I share you with other friends, I, as long as my sister has a friend, sister, you can only have one friend from me." ”

Wen Shuo was embarrassed, she was not afraid of the appearance of this little ghost, wasn't it just a little whiter, a little darker eyes, a little darker lips, and even more terrifying, she had seen it, but she really didn't like the idea of this little ghost, she said coldly: "Little ghost, you are looking too much at the domineering president, and you can only have one friend, I see that you have never thought of letting go of my friend, do you want me to be your slave with this so-called contract, it is simply unreasonable!" ”

The expression of the second junior high school showed that he had three points of sadness and three points of anger, and the rest was killing, Wen Shuoyu knew that he must be dealing with himself, but he didn't know if Brother Bai's umbrella was tough or the little ghost's pen was tough.

With a wave of the pen in the second year of junior high school, a hail rain rolled down like a mudslide, constantly smashing on the white umbrella, Wen Shuoyu could see that the umbrella was dented, Wen Shuoyu was very worried about whether Brother Bai's umbrella would work, after all, the white umbrella looked very delicate, and it felt like an ancient oil-paper umbrella, not like a modern high-tech handiwork.

But in fact, Wen Shuoyu's worries are superfluous, Wen Zibai's white umbrella is a high-tech product, but the owner who uses it is more elegant, and likes to make this shape into an oil-paper umbrella in ancient times.

After the hail of the second junior high school hit it, Bai turned very fast, and turned all the hail out and flew to the second junior high, and the second junior high school quickly took out a paintbrush to draw the hail off. As soon as the second year of junior high school turned around, a large number of locusts were drawn, and after Wen Shuoyu saw a large group of flying locusts, goosebumps all over his body rose, and they wanted to rush into the white umbrella, but all of them were eliminated by the white umbrella, and those who touched it turned to ashes. Wen Shuoyu felt very disgusted when she saw locusts with ugly teeth and sharp teeth that were open and clawed, and although they were protected by a white umbrella, she couldn't help but shoot a few spiritual power balls at them.

The locusts were scattered and disappeared, but the second junior high school became more and more angry, he scolded: "Sister, why don't you want to be friends with me, why do you hide inside and not come out, you can't play with you if you don't come out of the second junior high school, the second junior high school just wants to play with your sister, sister, you are the most beautiful sister you have ever seen in the second junior high school, the second junior high school only wants my sister to accompany you, the second junior high school is so lonely, it's been a hundred years, it's been a hundred years!" ”

The voice of the second junior high school is no longer the cute voice of a child, but with a rough voice, he roars, revealing a row of fangs, and red and black blood spots flow from the corners of his mouth.

Wen Shuoyu saw him like this, not fear, but felt that he was very painful, it should be something he had experienced in his life.

"Second year of junior high school, take a break, rest for a while, listen to me!" Wen Shuo yelled. The second junior high school looked at her, and Wen Shuoyu said, "Don't you know how to draw, draw something else, for example, you were a hundred years ago." ”

The second junior high school looked at her in surprise, and Wen Shuoyu said, "Tell me about your past and draw it quickly." Wen Shuoyu urged to divert his attention, she always believed that Wen Zibai's white umbrella was still turning, Wen Zibai would be fine, Yin Ying would be fine, and Gongyu Changsheng would be even more fine. So she's stalling for time.

Wen Shuoyu asked: "First of all, tell me, why is your real name called the second junior high school?" ”

The second junior high school smiled and said: "The second junior high is my nickname, I was born on the second day of the first lunar month, my full name is Lu Xiaofeng, I am the only son in the family, I love to paint." ”

Wen Shuoyu nodded, oh oh yes.

The second junior high school lowered his hands, lowered his head, the haze in his eyes was still visible to Wen Shuoyu, he was silent for a while, raised his hand, and waved his pen, Wen Shuoyu saw that this was a quaint building, looking at the decoration of the Republic of China, and looking at the family was also rich, there was a painting on it, painting a family of three. I saw a little boy hiding at the back door in the middle of the night in a daze, holding a sketchpad and a paintbrush in his hands.

At this time, there was a noble lady wearing a cheongsam tiptoed out of the luxurious building, passing by the little boy, but because the little boy was hidden in the dark, so the noble lady did not see him, the noble lady saw that there was no one around, so she carefully opened the back door, a man wearing a Tang costume with a slightly chubby figure walked in, the noble lady immediately closed the back door, the two crept towards a path, the little boy followed from the dark, at this time the picture changed, the first and second hands waved, and another painting appeared.