Chapter One Thousand and Eighty-Nine
Ye Miran was alone in the room, looking at the wall in front of him, and there was a painting hanging on it.
This painting looks like it is some years old, but it is very well protected, and the woman in red on the painting is holding a child with a serene and warm expression.
The person on the painting is her, but the child in her arms, she has no impression of Sakura at all
The child in the painting has an innocent light in her eyes, as if looking through the canvas at her, an irresponsible mother.
Reaching out to touch those eyes, but at the moment of touching the canvas, Ye Weiran stopped and showed a wry smile: "What qualifications do I have to touch you?" ”
As long as you can see at a glance, this painting is from the painting in the desert city.
Painting is the person she rescued, because if she paints it, it will leave a trace of breath in it, so she is made a monster by ignorance and wants to be burned alive.
She felt sorry for the girl's innocent and immature eyes, so she saved her and brought her to Mocheng.
However, now that the painting is dead, this painting is probably the last painting she left behind.
Only a real scene will be left behind by the painting, and it has not faded to this day.
Painting, did you leave this painting because you were afraid that one day you would forget it?
Ye Weiran lowered his eyes, with a touch of heaviness, stepped forward, and pointed his index finger on those eyes.
A trace of extremely faint breath was pulled out of those eyes by Ye Weiran, and the breath was intimately wrapped around Ye Wei's fingers, and the feelings of affection rushed up directly.
Ye Weiran looked at the breath above his index finger, and his eyes were complicated: "It's really me and his child......"
With this breath, Ye Weiran spread her divine consciousness all over the world, and wherever the moonlight went, it was like her eyes, showing everything in her mind
"What's wrong! What's wrong! It's Moon Riot! Qing Yao looked at the moon in the sky, and the whole person was startled.
You must know that this is in the sixth realm, and it is a blue and white day, and the moon suddenly blooms with all its light, Qing Yao hurriedly grabbed the ghost doctor and asked.
The ghost doctor looked up at the moon in the sky, and when she woke up this night, she was the only one in the whole world who could command all the moonlight.
"The king has used the Great Forbidden Technique, this is looking for the prince's location!" There was a glimmer of hope in the ghost doctor's eyes that the prince might really be above this world.
"It's a painting, it's a painting left behind!" The ghost doctor muttered, his eyes bloodshot.
"The painting you asked me to hang up?" Qing Yao looked at the ghost doctor in surprise.
"If you paint a painting, you will leave a touch of the breath of being painted, and if the painting is destroyed, people will also be harmed.
The king must be using the moonlight to follow that breath, looking for the whereabouts of the prince! The painting is still there, and the prince must be there! ”
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"Ghost doctor, I'll ask you for something." Qingli held a box in the center of her hand and handed it to the ghost doctor.
"What's wrong?" The ghost doctor looked at the box in the painting's hand: "Is this it?" ”
"This is a portrait of a king and a prince." The painting stroked the box with a heart: "I didn't bring anything at the beginning, only this painting, if one of them I leave first, you must take care of this painting." ”
"What are you blind! You'll be fine. ”
"Ghost doctor, you and I both know, I can't wait long, I hope this painting can help the king in the future, and I will be content."