This painter named Di Jie, at first glance, looks like a nerd who has been reading hard in the cold window to the point of being in a state of nightmare, but when he speaks, his eyes are bright and bright:

"What kind of disguise you used, others may not be able to see it, but you can't fool my eyes. Because others look at people and look at their skin, but I look at people and look at their bones. ”

"You're so good, huh?" Zhao Wanqing chatted and answered, and looked left and right I want to find a mirror to study and study my bone physiognomy, after all, the effect of black mud cream is not as simple as blackening, she occasionally looked at the mirror of the sword side, and she felt extremely ugly, and she couldn't see the original facial features at all.

Di Jie seemed to think of something, and lowered his head again at this time, and his eyes changed back to a godless state: "Alas, you and I can meet in front of this guillotine, which can be regarded as a destiny destined by God." ”

As soon as Zhao Wanqing heard fate, she hurriedly interrupted: "Don't, I already have a destined fate." Not with you. ”

Di Jie turned his head and replied, "I'm not talking about the fate between lovers. ”

"That's it......" Zhao Wanqing was a little embarrassed, "Then you continue?" ”

Di Jie shook his head and said, "That's it, on your last day, and my last day, I'll paint a portrait of you." ”

Zhao Wanqing couldn't help frowning: "The last day? ”

Before she could react, Di Jie didn't know where she had already taken out the paintbrush inkstone and white paper, and had already begun to paint seriously.

Zhao Wanqing saw that he put on an extremely professional attitude, and became a little restrained for a while: "That...... Can I move? ”

"Yes." Di Jie said, "You just do what you want to do, don't worry about me." ”

Zhao Wanqing turned her head slightly and muttered, "What do I want to do?" No, I really want to sleep......"

Di Jie took a stone and pushed it to her, and said, "Send you a pillow." ”

"That's it?" Zhao Wanqing's eyes widened in surprise, and she was disgusted, but on the surface, she pushed the stone back and said, "No need, I'm not used to sleeping on stones...... Pillow. ”

Di Jie was painting seriously and did not answer her.

Zhao Wanqing didn't know when she fell asleep, when she woke up, she felt as if she was pillowing a pillow, and after waking up for a while, she found that she was not pillowing a pillow, but her back was too wide and her head was small, so when she lay down, her head could not reach the ground, as if she was hanging upside down.

"I'll just say...... How can there be a pillow on the back? Zhao Wanqing muttered, and patted her neck when she sat up.

Of course, her original intention was to relax her neck muscles, but she didn't expect that this time her hand was not serious, and she actually slapped herself into a stiff neck state - her head tilted to the side and couldn't twist it.

Zhao Wanqing hurriedly turned around to find Liangbi and Yan'er: "Who of you twisted your neck last time, why didn't you come back?" ”

After Zhao Wanqing finished speaking, she found that the place where the two private rooms that should have been filled with Yan'er and Liangbi were empty at this time.

"They've been guillotined."

Hearing Di Jie's voice behind her, Zhao Wanqing subconsciously turned her head to look, but just twisted her neck back to its original position, but it was a little painful.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch." Zhao Wanqing said three times in a row, and then asked Di Jie: "Where is the guillotine?" ”

Di Jie nunnified his chin and motioned Zhao Wanqing to look directly in front of the "single room".

Zhao Wanqing followed his line of sight and saw that Liangbi and Yan'er were tied to the guillotine, their heads and hands were shackled, and on their heads, two bright machetes were hanging on the horizontal board.

"Hey!" Zhao Wanqing grabbed the door of the iron cage at once, it was not far from the guillotine, so her voice was not loud: "You are not super rare...... No, aren't you martial arts masters? How did you get caught like that? ”

Yan'er and Liangbi both shrugged their heads, and they didn't seem to hear Zhao Wanqing's words.

At this time, Di Jie kindly explained to her: "The two of them are already at the level of one against one hundred. ”

Zhao Wanqing turned her head to look at him suspiciously: "Huh? ”

Di Jie continued: "When the soldiers came to open the door and pull people in the morning, they almost escaped, but they ran into the eldest prince himself patrolling the field......

He said with a look of trepidation, and then tilted his chin in the direction of the guillotine, and whispered, "That's it......"

Zhao Wanqing thought about it, the eldest prince?

"You said Wu Jiawei?" Zhao Wanqing asked.

Di Jie nodded.

Zhao Wanqing looked in the direction of Yan'er and Liangbi again, and muttered: "You didn't call me when you ran away, the three of them have a better chance of winning, it's really stupid." ”

Di Jie listened and helped explain: "They kept trying to wake you up in the middle of the night, but you slept too deeply to hear. ”

Zhao Wanqing was silent for an awkward moment and asked, "Then do I snore when I sleep?" ”

This seems to be a matter of concern for the girl's family.

Di Jie recalled for a moment, and then shook his head: "It doesn't seem to be." ”

"That's good." Zhao Wanqing patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, although she didn't want to admit it, but what she was thinking about was that if she had the opportunity to sleep with Jiang Chengyuan, wouldn't it be too bad to snore?

"But grinding your teeth." Di Jie added.

"Huh?!" Zhao Wanqing's expression switched to shock for a second, and she hurriedly called the system: "Are you there?" The molars help me turn it off. ”

System: "Yes, again, this is the simulation world, and it's none of your business to grind your teeth or fart, okay?" ”

Zhao Wanqing: "I don't fart." ”

System: "Please don't misunderstand farting, it's a normal physiological phenomenon when you're eating food due to the normal flora of the digestive tract ......"

Zhao Wanqing waved her hand in her ear to drive away the sound of the system, and said to Di Jie, "Where is Wu Jiawei now?" ”

Di Jie was a little confused about her emotional switch, so she was a little slow to answer: "Yes, you should go back to the camp." ”

Zhao Wanqing took a deep breath and began to break the locks with her bare hands, anyway, she didn't feel pain, just try it, maybe she was amazing......

Suddenly, there was a "click", Zhao Wanqing raised her hand to look at it, and shouted: "Ah...... My nails are broken......"

It hurts. Zhao Wanqing sniffed.

"Are you okay?" Di Jie next door asked with concern.

Zhao Wanqing nodded strongly, and said with tears: "I'm fine." ”

Di Jie handed over a piece of drawing paper at this time and said, "This is the portrait I drew for you, take it." ”

Zhao Wanqing took it and took a look at it suspiciously, and saw that the person on the painting paper was lifelike, jumping on the paper, the beauty of the person was overwhelming, there was a touch of smart color in his eyes, but the overall temperament was indifferent and quiet.

"It's ridiculous." Zhao Wanqing said, "I'm so beautiful." ”

"Actually, I have a little ...... to help you beautify," Di Jie explained straightforwardly, "Your disguise technique is indeed perfect, so I don't know what your skin looks like, I can only assume that you are depicted in the best skin condition, and your figure is too honest, so I will draw you to lose weight, and your gestures are not enough for everyone to be beautiful, there is no reserve, it is really difficult to get into the elegant hall, I also painted it for you according to the posture of those noble ladies." ”

Zhao Wanqing was constantly poured cold water by the original painter on the side when she was appreciating her beauty in the portrait, and she couldn't help but say: "That...... Actually, that's what I always looked. ”

When she's full of appearance, she's exactly like the person in the painting.

Di Jie looked at her and was silent for two seconds, and then suddenly burst into a goose-like laugh: "Hahaha, hahaha, you can think like this, it's okay, the most important thing when people are alive is to be happy, just be happy." ”

Zhao Wanqing looked at him seriously: "You don't believe it at all, do you?" ”

"I believe, I believe." Di Jie said, turning his head to the side and laughing again.

Zhao Wanqing glanced at him depressedly, and then silently rolled up the portrait and took it into her arms, she thought: When you are about to clear the customs, you can give this painting to Jiang Chengyuan, let him hang it in the room, and he will not forget me.

Zhao Wanqing just received the painting here, and Ge Ming's voice came from there: "Open it for her!" ”

Zhao Wanqing didn't know what the plot was going on now, so she had to sit in the iron cage obediently, and the soldiers who came over opened the iron door for her, Ge Ming then walked to the door and said, "Come out, don't you want to fight alone?" ”

Zhao Wanqing suddenly realized "oh", and after understanding the progress of the plot, she put on a false appearance, raised her head and strode out of the iron cage.

"Where did you come from?" Zhao Wanqing asked provocatively.

Ge Ming snorted lightly and said, "You are not small, go to the ring." ”

Zhao Wanqing followed him and looked over, and saw that a simple ring had been set up on the training ground not far away, ordinary in size, surrounded by a circle of enemy soldiers.

Zhao Wanqing didn't care much about the competition, because she was sure that Ge Ming was not her opponent, so after she took a cursory look at the ring, she turned her head to look at the guillotine in the other direction.

Didn't bring it to the helper, and had to find a way to save people? Is the master destined to be lonely? Zhao Wanqing thought for a moment.

At this time, Ge Ming said: "If you lose, those two machetes will fall." ”

"It turns out that the outcome of heads-up is the decision of their life and death?" Zhao Wanqing asked curiously.

Ge Ming looked confident and said, "Yes! Then it is not us who kill the envoys, but you who seek your own death. ”

Zhao Wanqing smiled easily, turned her head to look at Yan'er and Liangbi again, and muttered, "It's really annoying to be a lifesaver again." ”

The two walked in the direction of the ring one after the other, and at this time, Wu Jiawei and Tu Yunyang happened to meet each other, and Ge Ming hurriedly walked two steps forward and saluted: "See the big handsome, the handsome." ”

When Zhao Wanqing heard this, she thought to herself, it seems that these three books are not on an equal footing?

Wu Jiawei didn't look at Zhao Wanqing, so he said to Ge Ming: "If you still have such a big battle, let's fight quickly." ”