The quality is so good! It is not a counterfeit product.

If it burns and rots, Qiuqiu will inevitably cry for the weakness and fragility of his knowledge of the sea.

But now the sad tears are saved, and the real problem is that there is still no clue how to get out.

Qiuqiu turned her head to look, and she was even more angry from her heart.

Shi'er actually enjoyed the flowers there.

The flower was ugly like that, dense and thin, and it looked wonderful.

Of course, this is mainly due to the problem of the autumn painting, so the flower also grows according to the problematic structure.

Can't this person help her think about it?

It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry.

Qiuqiu's teeth creaked.

Can she still use her pen to change his clothes? Let's just cut him off again!

Qiuqiu secretly took a pen and gestured at him.

Of course, this was not against the sky, and suddenly released a laser-like sword qi, and slashed off Shi'er's clothes.

She is YY let out a sulk, but Shi'er suddenly turned to look at her, Qiuqiu immediately put the tip of the pen on the ground, and quickly showed him a flattering smile.

Obviously, her expression is particularly vivid to interpret what it means to "have no silver three hundred taels here".

Shi'er just glanced at her faintly, and turned her head away.

It seems that he really does what he says! said that he didn't help her, but he really didn't want to help, so he gave such a hint.

Qiuqiu rubbed and grinded the paper under her feet, tried everything, but couldn't leave any traces on the paper, but she was tired and panting.

This paper is certainly not real paper.

Not afraid of burning, nor tearing.

It seems that it is impossible to break through strongly.

And what Shi'er said was, in a thought.

If you make a strong breakthrough, it has nothing to do with these four words.

"Rest for a while, take your time and find it without hurry."

Qiuqiu responded weakly: "Oh......"

I thought it was a novelty when I first entered this world, but now I look at the white colors everywhere, and it seems empty and monotonous.

And that's not all.

There is another feeling......

It's just not steady.

Nowhere in the real world is like this, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't feel like the real world.

It's okay to come in and play for a while, but staying in such a place for a long time is lifeless, and it makes people feel uncomfortable all over the body.

What is the way out? How can I get out of this place?

Shi'er was so calm and relaxed, it could be seen that he was not in a hurry at all.

Of course, maybe he is a special kung fu cultivator, and he is anxious but Qiuqiu can't see it.

However, Qiuqiu thought that he said the method of going out so lightly, it can be seen that the method must not be difficult.

Her thinking direction seemed to have reached a dead end, and if she followed this path further, she was afraid that tossing for half a day would not be fruitful.

You have to think in a different direction.

In a thought......

It must not be difficult to do, it must be something she can do, something she can do.

What will she do? What can be done?

From the moment she arrived in this space, she scribbled everywhere, threw ink dots on the ground, and drew a pickup.

These things are all based on ink cream.

Qiuqiu looked at the pen in his hand.

If she wants to go out, she must still have to land on the ink cream.

No, she can't always think about going out, just now she just thought about it all the way, and wanted to enter a dead end.

Think about it from a different perspective.

Like what...... What if she didn't want to go out of this place now, but outside of this space, and wanted to come in?

If you want to enter a landlord, of course, you have to find an entrance.

People want to enter a place, of course, they have to look for ...... Portal.

Shi'er watched Qiuqiu sit there for a while, squinting and biting her lip, looking very cute in a daze.

When she was engrossed in something, the energy was particularly infectious.

Qiuqiu suddenly knelt there on the ground, holding the ink frost and drawing on the paper.

A long vertical line, turning, turning, and finally turning into a rectangular box.

Qiuqiu moved back a bit, looked at the rectangle he had drawn, and picked up the pen to add a handle to the frame.

With this handle, the empty box looks transformed.

It's like a door.

In fact, it really does become a door.

Qiuqiu reached for the doorknob.

The door was opened.

A gust of wind blew on her face, and Qiuqiu looked at the scene on the other side of the door with her mouth half-open.

She had never felt the colors so rich and moving. Compared to the blank space behind her, everything in front of her made her want to cry.

"It's really ...... It turns out that the way out can be found so easily. ”

Shi'er stood behind her.

"You see, it's really easy."

"yes......"

Qiuqiu now understands that what Shi'er said is indeed right.

To get out is indeed just a matter of thought.

Why didn't she think she could draw a door?

It's stupid.

It took so much effort, but it turned out to be so simple, it made Qiuqiu feel that he was too stupid after taking a detour for a long time.

The world was formed by her consciousness.

But why is there such a blank and closed space in her consciousness, imprisoning herself in it?

Qiuqiu stood by the door, her hand tightly gripping the doorknob.

found a way to get out, and he could leave at any time, but the doubts in Qiuqiu's heart continued unabated.

Why are the two of them doing a good job of double cultivation, but her consciousness is equivalent to being imprisoned by herself?

If she hadn't drawn it by accident and brought him here, how long would she have been stuck here? Maybe she couldn't leave by all means......

Just thinking about this possibility makes people feel stuffy.

"What's wrong?"

Qiuqiu looked at Shi'er: "I'm thinking, what's going on here." ”

"The answer is in your own heart." Shi'er touched her head: "Let's go." ”

Shi'er said that he was leaving, and of course Qiuqiu didn't dwell too much on this issue-

Her attention was quickly diverted, and she immediately began to dwell on another matter.

The feeling of Shi'er touching her head just now, why did she seem to be passing away a kitten and a puppy? She is his lover, and if you want to comfort her, you can choose other actions, such as kissing, holding hands, holding shoulders or hugging your waist......

Either one, why bother touching your head?

Is it to show off that he is tall, or is her status or IQ in his eyes on the same level as the kittens and puppies?

Qiuqiu stepped out of the door, and Shi'er followed.

When she looked back, the blank world behind the door had made countless cracks, and in the blink of an eye, it shattered into countless fragments and disappeared without a trace.

And they still stood under the old trees by the lake, as if they had never left. Dabai was napping at the root of the tree, and the fire was still in the lake, revealing the water from time to time to spit bubbles. This is the place where he has been for hundreds of years, and when he arrives here, he is at home, very comfortable, very comfortable.

Qiuqiu turned her head to look at Shi'er, and found with regret that what Shi'er was wearing was not the light gauze bathrobe, but the original robe on his body, which was tightly wrapped and not exposed from head to toe.

"Let's go back first, Huo'er can stay here for a while."

Qiuqiu nodded.

They really can't stay in this place forever.

When he returned to Fengxian Pavilion, it was clear that not long had passed, but Qiuqiu actually had a feeling of "finally back". It's like going out on a long trip and being away from home for a long time. Seeing the tea cup in hand, they felt that they had not been seen for a long time, but the tea in the cup still had residual warmth, which proved that they had never been far away at all.

"Tired, aren't you?"

Qiuqiu leaned unceremoniously on his shoulder.

She feels weird now.

The body is not tired at all, but the heart feels tired.

Her hand unconsciously rubbed against the ink.

She has no talent for painting, and her cultivation comprehension is not high, and she is completely different from that senior monk.

Why can I get such a precious and extraordinary inheritance?

Why did Senior Shang pass on a pen to her?

Qiuqiu hadn't thought deeply about this question before, but what was happening now made her can't help but think about it.

Monasticism is about the word fate.

This word is the most ethereal, difficult to explain, and can be met but not sought.

What did Shang Zhen's predecessor want to tell her? Or do you hope she can understand something?

Qiuqiu measured the barrel of the pen with her hand and stroked it back and forth in the palm of her hand.

Shi'er didn't make a sound, so let her lean on.

It shouldn't be accidental that that place like a paper world appeared in her sea of consciousness just now, right?

Why would she put herself in such a place? It's like being cocooned. It was her sea of knowledge, and she trapped herself.

In other words, it's called painting a prison.

Qiuqiu thought, she had no reason to get along with herself.

What's the mystery here?

She has no talent for painting, and her cultivation comprehension is not high, and she is completely different from that senior monk.

Why can I get such a precious and extraordinary inheritance?

Why did Senior Shang pass on a pen to her?

Qiuqiu hadn't thought deeply about this question before, but what was happening now made her can't help but think about it.

Monasticism is about the word fate.

This word is the most ethereal, difficult to explain, and can be met but not sought.

What did Shang Zhen's predecessor want to tell her? Or do you hope she can understand something?

Qiuqiu measured the barrel of the pen with her hand and stroked it back and forth in the palm of her hand.

Shi'er didn't make a sound, so let her lean on.

It shouldn't be accidental that that place like a paper world appeared in her sea of consciousness just now, right?

Why would she put herself in such a place? It's like being cocooned. It was her sea of knowledge, and she trapped herself.

In other words, it's called painting a prison.

Qiuqiu thought, she had no reason to get along with herself.

What's the mystery here? RS

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