Pen? What pen?

The furball swept around and saw the closed moon and sunset on the ground that was several circles larger than an ordinary brush.

"Meow!"

Feng Fu couldn't understand cat language, but he could feel the hostility of the hairball.

Distraught, he could only suppress his emotions and explain, "If you want to save her, pick her up." ”

The furball meowed and took the pen in his mouth.

Feng Fu took the pen, paused on the wound, and picked up the ink.

"Find a place where there is no rain."

"Meow!"

Located in the middle of the mainland, there is no cave to be found, but fortunately there is an abandoned wooden house in the forest, and Feng Fu carries people into through the half-broken door.

He picked up the pen again, pulled a relatively clean cloth from her clothes and wiped her clean, taking a deep breath to keep herself from being overly emotional.

He didn't want to be the first time.

Furball stood by and watched, surprisingly silent.

The non-watery tip of the pen is slightly darkened with blood, gently gliding over the broken face.

Feng Fu's gaze was calm, and he seemed to be softer than just now.

With such a large area, it must have hurt at that time.

He had long wanted to help her change her appearance, but after several temptations, she looked completely indifferent, so he didn't speak.

What should she look like?

There is no model, but Feng Fu has a mold in his heart.

Just like in his dreams.

Her personality has always been a point of curiosity for him, and the possibility of being suppressed by the lonely personality is something he has never heard of.

But even if you can suppress it, you can't change the fact that this life character can't be changed.,And in order to save her life, this life character must also be changed.。

Feng Fu perceived it carefully, and suddenly condensed.

What is it?

Boom –

There was a thunderclap outside, and the dazzling light was so dazzling that it was like lightning striking next to the wooden house.

While lighting up the sky, it also affects the sight of the people in the house.

"Uh-huh!"

Feng Fu seemed to have been hit hard, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground uncontrollably, but he didn't have the strength to pick it up.

Outside, there was still a roar, and lightning seemed to surround the land, with a faint tingling feeling.

The embarrassed son is still handsome, with a look of surprise on his face.

How so? He clearly didn't draw it wrong, why......

Feng Fu looked at his hand, picked up the pen and wanted to start again, but his hand trembled and was difficult to steady.

Is it not allowed by God?

Feng Fu was frightened by his own conjecture.

Suddenly, he remembered the white light that flashed before.

Mo Xi's method of killing the Great Elder was unusual, could it be a practice against the heavens?

But why is it that even he, an unrelated person, is affected?

Maoqiu watched from the side for a while, and then said to Feng Fu, "Meow meow." ”

Forget it, this is heaven's punishment, you can't change it anymore, and if you change it again, you will be against God, and neither of you will survive at that time.

The unfamiliar voice in his ears made Feng Fu stunned for a while, and only after half a salary did he confirm, "It's you talking." ”

Furball rolled her eyes.

"Meow." It's not me, are you still talking to yourself?

"What kind of heavenly punishment are you talking about?"

"Meow meow." You don't care about this, it's not something you can touch anyway, you should have died in today's catastrophe, the hexagrams are realistic, you have no chance of survival, it is she who used special means to help you change your life against the sky, so that the heavenly punishment will come.

"In addition to the painter in this world, there are other means to change one's life against the sky?"

Feng Fu was shocked, he only knew that the leather painter could change his life, but he thought that this was the only one.

Furball rolled his eyes,

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