My face was speechless, you said that you are a female ghost, you have nothing to do, just retreat and practice, what kind of painting?

And you can just draw, but you also have to sketch the human body.

I also want to draw the kind of one that is not clothed, and I only feel the black line at one end.

"Body sketches? No, it's too cold, you can find someone else! "I wrapped my clothes tightly, unwilling to let Murong Yan paint.

As a result, Murong Yan immediately showed her tyrannosaurus characteristics, and slapped the pen on the table: "Dead scumbag, let you take it off, why are you talking so much nonsense?" If you don't take it off, I'll ask someone to take it off for you!" ”

As soon as I finished speaking, the maidservants who were standing next to me all gathered around me.

All of them were expressionless, as if they were just waiting for Murong Yan to give an order, and they were going to pull out my clothes.

Looking at the group of white paper people around me, I really want to tear them up.

But there are many people on the other side, and there is Murong Yan's support, so I can only admit it and dare not make a move.

"Can't you take it off?"

"Pants are fine, but clothes are not!" Murong Yan was an understatement.

But in my heart, I pulled out the cold, I sent you clothes from afar, and carried an iron coffin.

As a result, when I arrived at the place, Murong Yan asked me to be a model and draw sketches.

It's so cold that it's scary to death, isn't this girl torturing me?

I really feel that Murong Yan is not a pervert in his heart, and he likes to torture me for fun.

But at this moment, I am weak, except for Murong Yan's fierce and powerful.

She, a white paper minion, is also eyeing me, and there are many of them.

If this fights, I will definitely suffer a loss, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Seeing that I was hesitating, Murong Yan spoke again: "You big man, how can you twist and twist, is it so difficult to draw a sketch for you and take off your clothes?" If you don't take it off, I'll really tell them to do it!" ”

"Really?"

"Naturally, it's a real painting, don't grind!" Murong Yan had already picked up the paintbrush again and motioned for me to hurry up.

And Grandma Mo, who was standing next to her and laughing, added at this time: "Uncle, you just listen to Miss!" Miss is trying to keep your portrait! ”

As soon as I heard this, I felt a "chuckle" in my heart, and my expression changed instantly.

Oh! Murong Yan actually meant this? Want to keep my portrait? Do you want to keep my portrait and see the painting and think about people?

He was hesitant just now, but at this time, he suddenly puffed up his chest, and his heart was happy.

Facing Murong Yan, he said, "Oh, you didn't say it earlier. ”

After saying that, I took off my shirt without hesitation, revealing Chiguo's upper body.

Although it was a little cold, I was very excited.

Murong Yan is a little fierce, but I just like her.

Ignoring the cold, he said to Murong Yan: "I'm ready, how do I pose?" ”

Seeing me like this, Murong Yan smiled slightly, very beautiful: "Just sit down!" ”

After speaking, Murong Yan asked me to sit on the stone pier not far away, and she began to pick up the paintbrush and concentrate on painting.

Damn it! It was a really cold day.

After a while, I shivered from the cold, my hairs stood on end, and I began to sneeze.

I don't know how long it took, my body kept shaking, so I said: "Corpse, corpse sister, okay, okay!" Yes, I'm going to catch a cold if it's not good! ”

With that, I sneezed a few more times.

Murong Yan hooked the corners of his mouth: "It's okay, you already have a cold." Hold on and persevere! ”

I'm speechless, you all know I have a cold, why don't you hurry up?

No way, who let me be my daughter-in-law?

After persisting for a while, Murong Yan said yes.

I hurriedly got dressed, and I just felt a lot warmer. But it's already starting to run a runny nose, obviously a cold.

But at this time, a white paper man and maid next to her suddenly brought a bowl of hot black paste liquid.

Grandma Mo took it, and then said to me, "Uncle, drink this bowl of medicine!" Wake up tomorrow morning and nothing will happen! ”

It's still Grandma Mo! It was so cold that he hurriedly took the decoction and drank it all.

And Murong Yan had already finished sketching, looked at it a few times at this time, turned his head to me and said, "Dead scumbag, come and take a look." See how I draw? ”

In this big night, after moving for a long time, I naturally want to see what Murong Yan has painted me into.

I hurried over and looked over at the table.

Good guy, I saw a man with a majestic and resolute gaze drawn on the white paper.

It's none other than my portrait.

Not to mention, Murong Yan's painting skills are not bad, and he is very familiar with his paintings.

"Why, I'm pretty good at drawing!" Murong Yan was full of confidence and spoke again.

"It's really good, in the future, you will hang my portrait in your house, and you can see it when you miss me!" I said with a smile.

Thinking about whether Murong Yan has been in love with me for a long time? Because of his strong personality, he can't speak to me, so he hints at me in this way?

I fantasized in my heart, huh! It feels like that's possible.

As a result, the next moment, Murong Yan rolled his eyes, as if he could see through my thoughts: "Dead scumbag, what do you want!" Hurry up, drop a drop of blood in the painting. ”

"Blood?"

"Well, blood! Got crapped, hurry up! Murong Yan continued to urge.

I was puzzled, but I still followed Murong Yan's request, and pricked my finger with the needle next to him, dripping a drop of blood on it.

Strange to say, that drop of blood just fell into the painting, and it did not leave a blood stain.

Instead, it quickly dissipated, as if integrated into the whole painting, absorbed by the portrait inside.

In the painting, I seem to be more spiritual at this time, especially those eyes, which are just like the real thing, and I feel very weird.

Just when I was stunned, Murong Yan had already picked up my portrait and looked very happy.

Then he walked straight to the iron coffin he had carried before.

I still wondered, what Murong Yan was doing here.

As a result, the next second, she actually pasted my portrait directly on the coffin lid.

"Corpse girl, why are you putting my portrait on this?" I was suspicious.

"Town coffin!" Murong Yan looked serious.

As soon as these words came out, his face changed with a "swish". My heart was hot, and I almost didn't die of anger.

After doing it for a long time, you didn't take my portrait to see things and think about people.

But as a talisman to ward off evil spirits? Used to town coffins?

His face was speechless, and he felt like he had been tricked.

But Murong Yan didn't care about my expression at all, but instead said to me: "Okay, the first thing is over, now take a look at my clothes!" ”

"My paintings, portraits......" I thought about getting the portrait back, if outsiders knew about it, my daughter-in-law took my portrait to the town coffin, how ashamed would I be?

As a result, before I finished speaking, Murong Yan interrupted me: "That's the matter of the portrait and the iron coffin, don't grind anymore, go get my clothes and take a look......"