Wen Yixian sulked there because of Ji Xuan'er's words, but thinking of this dress was indeed very ostentatious, when Yu Niang put this dress out, the eyes of all the men in the first square converged on her, thinking that if she went out like this, it would indeed be easy to attract everyone's attention, or cover her face with a veil, so she straightened the veil again.

Ji Xuan'er felt a little weak-hearted, hugged the quilt and lay back under the table, reached out and touched her cheek, and said secretly in her heart: "Have I done anything bad, blushing or something?" Then he continued to pretend to sleep, but the hot feeling on his face did not subside, and he really had no intention of sleeping peacefully.

Wen Yixian never used a mirror in the room because of her ugly appearance before, and at the moment she just took the comb on the dresser and combed her hair a few times at will, tied the loose bun again, and when she put down the comb, she saw that the wall above the table where the painting was originally hung was empty, and she suddenly remembered her baby painting, since Feihong Jin Yu helped her change her clothes, what about the painting she wanted to come back from Ji Xuan'er and hide in her arms?

She walked to the table, squatted down, patted Ji Xuan'er wrapped in the quilt and said, "Ji Xuan'er, where is my painting?" ”

Ji Xuan'er naturally knew that what she was asking was the portrait of the man she was like a baby, and she didn't forget to take it away when she even ran for her life, last night when she went to the hot spring with her unconscious, the painting suddenly fell out of her arms, although he always looked at this painting unpleasantly, but thought that she was so precious this painting, so he still picked it up and hid it in his arms, and then he was afraid of being wet by the water of the hot spring, so he deliberately put it away and put it aside, and when he carried her back, he also brought it back by the way and put it under her pillow.

Wen Yixian didn't wait for Ji Xuan'er to answer, and said hurriedly: "Ji Xuan'er, hurry up and hand over my paintings!" ”

In his tone, it seemed that Ji Xuan'er was a thief, who took her painting while she was unconscious, and now asked him to return what he took.

Ji Xuan'er was very unhappy when she saw Wen Yixian's anxious appearance for the painting, as well as her questioning tone, she slapped away her hand on his shoulder, turned over, continued to close her eyes and pretend to sleep, and said coldly: "Then I remember that your painting was returned to you after escaping the tracking of the Ghost King, as for now that your painting is gone, how do I know where to find it?" ”

Wen Yixian tried to recall everything last night, before she fell into a coma because of the discomfort in her chest, the painting was still in her arms, and it disappeared after waking up, in between, only Ji Xuan'er stayed with her, if he didn't take it, then who would it be?

Only he knows where her paintings have gone!

This painting is her only memory of Childe, if she loses this painting, all the memories of Childe's appearance in her mind have disappeared, only by looking at this painting, she can know a little shadow of Childe, maybe one day, when she and him meet again in the vast sea of people, she can still recognize him with this painting.

This has always been a beautiful thought that supports her, people always need some people who are intimately related to them in their hearts, thinking, they will be full of hope for the world and life, and Childe is the person in her heart. If she didn't even have this painting, her heart would be filled with hatred.

Maybe she will do whatever it takes to get revenge, in her heart, she doesn't want to be like that, she wants to be a kind and warm person like her mother, father, and adoptive parents.

Even though she was born with a fox ghost.

The cold light in her eyes flashed, the Mo Xie Sword was already in her hand, the cold sword blade was against Ji Xuan'er's neck, and the last reason made her restrain her emotions that she was almost crazy, but said in a cold, emotionless tone: "I know that my painting must be in your hands, you better return it to me, for you, it is just a silk scarf with a pattern, but for me, it is very important." ”

Ji Xuan'er didn't expect that she would aim the blade of Mo Xie's sword at his throat for the sake of a mere painting, and the feeling in her heart became more and more uncomfortable, what kind of person was he to her? The person who desperately saved her life the night before was the one who guarded her all night with the cold wind last night, or was it just a meeting in Pingshui that happened to save her, but he was still just a stranger? was sentimental in his heart, and his mouth became even more stubborn, and he replied coldly: "You are so worried about the man in the painting, why is it not him who comes to save you when you are in danger?" ”

Who knew that these words hit the knot in Wen Yat-sen's heart, she did pray that he would suddenly appear when she was in trouble, just like three years ago, holding her to escape from the abyss of danger and pain, however, her prayers always failed.

People who don't know the pain of lovesickness will not understand the pain of heartache like the sea.

Ji Xuan'er didn't know Wen Yixian's heart, so the words blurted out were like a sharp knife inserted into Wen Yixian's heart.

Her anxiety was suddenly replaced by sadness, tears welling up in her eyes, and a wave of water swirling in her eyes, but she just didn't want to fall.

She stubbornly said, "This is my business!" ”

She didn't want to hear more words from him that hurt her heart even more, so she put away her sword and was about to run out, but was pulled by Ji Xuan'er.

He looked at her, his eyes were red, and he was also angry, and said, "What are you going to go out for?" Aren't you afraid of running into your mortal enemy? ”

Wen Yixian said with a crying voice: "You let go of me!" I'm going to get my paintings back! ”

Ji Xuan'er didn't know why women were always so easy to shed tears, as long as Wen Yixian cried, he would make him forget her indifference and ruthlessness, he looked at her and said helplessly: "Feihong Jin Yu, you tell her where her painting is." ”

When Feihong Jin Yu just saw the two of them fighting, he wanted to come out to be a peacemaker, and told the literary fairy where her painting was, but it had to listen to Ji Xuan'er's mind at the moment, Ji Xuan'er didn't want to say something, it also had to help keep it secret, so it had to keep it silent, and continue to do its veil, at this moment I heard Ji Xuan's soft tone, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned back into the feather real body, floating in the air, and said: "My mother, I finally put away the sword when I finally got out of the sword, and the red-eyed one knew to give in, I'm afraid that men and women will fight, and when men and women fight, it's easiest to lose their minds, look at how many folk couples quarrel and drop all the family heirlooms, I'm afraid that the two of you will fight, and it will affect my pond fish and cut me to pieces. ”

While chattering, the more it talked, the more outrageous it became, and it even used the folk husband and wife fight to compare Ji Xuan'er and Wenyi Xian, but it made the two of them sound very awkward at the moment, Ji Xuan'er said angrily: "Let you tell her where the painting is, you will do it, what do you do with so much nonsense?" ”

Feihong Jin Yu stretched out two small pieces of hair, as if a little person was covering his mouth, and used a small piece of hair as a hand, pointed to the head of the bed, and said to Wen Yixian: "Your painting is under the pillow." When you fell asleep last night, you were still talking about your drawing, and when the guy saw that you were precious it, he put it under your pillow so that you could rest assured. Who knew you would point your sword at him. Girl, don't say that my old man didn't teach you, the girl is still gentle and cute. ”

Ji Xuan'er heard Feihong Jin Yu muttering farther and farther away, and couldn't help but interrupt it: "Feihong Jin Yu, let's go, it's time to find Yunqi." ”