In the courtyard of Xiao's house, Xiao Nuoan was sitting on the ground holding a piece of drawing paper in a heavy daze.

He looked at the side face of the girl in the painting as gentle and joyful as the quiet years, and finally a little of the past appeared in the morning light of the starry eyes.

He stretched his legs, stared at it for a few seconds, picked up the stone and smashed it on his right leg, in order to see her, he had carried out a difficult reconstruction, except for eating and sleeping.

But even so, she still can't catch her back, which move is wrong, she is obviously a very soft-hearted girl, but she is ruthless to herself again and again.

Xiao Noan threw the stone far away against the courtyard wall, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

[Not enough, not enough, not enough.] ]

A gloomy male voice suddenly echoed in the air, Xiao Nuoan sat on the ground and didn't make any moves, just said lightly: "Why do you want to help me?" ”

[There are eight sufferings in the world, except for the ordinary, it is impossible to get it, it is easy to love each other, it is difficult to stay together, and the hatred in your heart is not enough...]

"I will respect Mu Mu's choice."

[If you really choose to respect her, then I will not be by your side with your darkness.] ]

Xiao Nuoan's originally flawless face suddenly flashed a trace of unwillingness, "What do you want?" ”

The void voice in the air suddenly disappeared, and after a long silence, it sounded again: [Now you haven't given me the ability to spare, and she is already a wife, don't you really complain?] Don't you hate? Still is... You don't love her? ]

Xiao Nuoan pinched the corners of his clothes tightly, his face became hideous, and he roared: "I love her!" I love her! You're not qualified to judge me! ”

[Then you have to be strong, and hateful enough for me to help you.] ]

“… How can you help me? ”

[The time has not yet come.] ]

After hearing these four words, Xiao Noan found that there was no more sound, lowered his head and re-unfolded the drawing paper, staring affectionately at her side face.

After a moment he stood up and walked into the room, took out a dagger, and without hesitation, did not even frown, and drew it in the arc of the palm print.

The crimson colors slowly fell onto the paper, and he reached out his fingertips to gently smooth them out.

For some reason, he began to wonder how the person with the voice would help him, at least to find her... No, not to find it, but to be herself.

It was originally his fiancée, and it was originally an item that he belonged to.

It's just that now he was temporarily deceived by that man, and he has to take it back!

Xiao Noan stared at the paper as it was gradually filled in with color, then laughed contentedly, then picked up the drawing board on the table, and then resumed painting according to the charm of her face.

Because of this template, no matter how many paintings she paints, it is very handy, including her eyes, there is no obstacle to sketching one by one.

Each painting is painted in color after the end, and the red paper blooms like stars.

And Yu Mumu himself, who was in Mu Mansion at this moment, was threatened by the eyes of a certain zombie, and drank a bowl of whitish soup hesitantly.

Because a certain zombie told her that the medicinal materials used to make the soup were very precious, and a few more flavors of the treasures and soul pills on the demons from thousands of years ago were added.

Yu Mumu clenched her nose and glanced at this bowl of soup... She really couldn't drink it because it tasted so weird.

It's probably like milk tea with vinegar and soy sauce in it, and mustard in chili peppers.