"To change... Hmm~ It's really too difficult. Mucha sighed.

Han Qian gently scratched his nose with his index finger, "It's also a big truth~" She saw that he spoke so logically, with a serious look, where did he look like a child who was only 6 years old?

Mucha was a little unconvinced, "I don't understand what you say, I'm just telling the truth." If you want to change, it's difficult. ”

Han Qian looked at Muxia's serious appearance, not playing with a child's temper. Or boring and playing, "It's difficult, you mean... Is there a way? "Maybe it's in the spirit of modern people, even if it's for children, there should be absolute respect. You can't influence or judge a child by your own 'experience'.

Mucha tilted her head proudly, "Cut, I won't tell you." ”

Han Qian smiled, "Okay, you go and rest." I went looking for a book. She didn't have any hope that a child would have any social experience. Only, she must listen carefully and respect.

Han Asa stood up and prepared to walk away. To this barbaric place, anger to anger, anger to anger. However, after being calm and rational, you can't erase the bit of modern temperament on yourself. Otherwise, wouldn't he have become a barbarian?

"You don't believe me." Mucha originally thought that Han Qian would coax herself and make herself proud, but she didn't have anything to do, so she stayed wherever she was comfortable.

Han Qian lowered his head and looked at Muxia, who was two heads shorter than him, and his angry look made Han Qian realize that his words and deeds really made him unhappy. She crouched down again, "I'm sorry if I say something that upsets you." ”

"I really know how to change the spiritual root." Mucha appealed excitedly and seriously. "It takes talent, though." He went on to say, "If you don't have this talent, you can't blame me."

"What talent?" Han Qian looked at Muxia, strictly speaking, what he lacks the most is talent, isn't it?

"Will you be danqing? This is the prerequisite for changing the spiritual root. Mucha said to Han Qian.

Han Qian smiled, "When I was your age, I could imitate paintings at will." By the time I was 12 years old, the whole class was amazed at my drawings and there was no problem with them being real. Speaking of this, Han Asa is very proud. I also thought of my parents.

At that time, her parents always said that painting was too risky, so she studied Chinese language and literature, and it was safe for her to become a teacher in the future. Fortunately, she also likes Chinese language and literature.

Maybe it's been a long time, and I haven't had a sense of accomplishment, and when I cross over to this heroine, she is very bad in all aspects. Now, when it comes to his talent, the smile on his face is confident and charming.

"Then you don't have to worry about your low spirit root at all." Mucha cast a trusting glance at Han Qian.

Han Qian shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand.

"That~ You can find a woman with a high-level spiritual root, imitating the 'painting bones', and after your painting is completely different from the woman with a high-level spiritual root, you can walk into the painting." Mucha emphasized again: "The premise is that you really have to have Danqing talent. ”

"You mean, don't paint your face? Mainly in 'painting bones'? Han Qian followed Mucha's description and thought of the picture.

Mucha nodded, "That's it~ What, you hate the way you look now?" Hearing that Han Qian also deliberately asked something like 'don't paint his face', he asked curiously.

Han Qian looked at Mucha, "That's not true, it's just..." she wanted to say, but she didn't get used to it yet. But I remembered that Mucha didn't know that the original host was dead. "Then I can draw blue butterflies?" Han Qianmao suddenly opened, this is a gift from God to himself!

Moreover, she never thought that the talent of her previous life could illuminate her future in this life. This unexpected surprise made her heart ecstatic.

"Well, anyway. It's about the same height as you. "Mucha naturally doesn't know the size of the blue butterfly.

Han Qian was happy, and Muxia's words were like a basin of cold water poured on her blood-boiling body. Blue Butterfly is more than 10 centimeters shorter than herself. "Do you have to be about the same height?"

Mucha nodded, "The greater the similarity rate, the success rate can be guaranteed." ”

Han Qian was a little lost. Soon, though, she adjusted her emotions.

His height is about the same as that of George Streamer. It's just that why did fate arrange for someone with such a completely different personality as her and George Streamer to have a coincidence in chance?

"You seem to have the right person?" Mucha looked at Han Qian's contemplative look.

Han Qian nodded, "A person who doesn't like me very much, and of course, I don't like her either." I think we might die someday. ”

"I don't like... Are you going to kill someone? Like you don't like me? Mucha looked cold.

"I can't like someone who has ill will towards me." Han Qian defends her conscience, she is not so bad as to deliberately hurt others, and she does not have such abnormal hobbies.

Mucha felt as if she had said the wrong thing. "By the way, the blue butterfly you were talking about. Is she similar to you? He digressed.

Han Qian shook his head, "She's only 12 years old, so she's much shorter than me." Well, it's just a little junior sister who wants to compete with me. I think it's about the same, it's another woman. ”

"12 years old ~ Is the spirit root very tall?" Mucha asked again.

"Yes~ Full Spirit Root. The first person in the fairy pavilion. The cold tone was admiring. After speaking, he said helplessly, "However, her road will not be easier than mine." The look in George's eyes when he looked at the blue butterfly, she could see it clearly. She is a person who doesn't even let go of a low spirit root like herself, how could she let go of Blue Butterfly so easily.

Mucha nodded, "That's a shame. ”

Han Qian also felt a pity because he couldn't draw blue butterflies, just like there was a sweet cake in front of him, which could not be eaten. "Maybe I'm too greedy, George's spiritual root is not low." Han Qian said again.

To paint George Streamer, she can't have any emotions. It seems that emotions are such a thing, Han Qian has come to the 'Immortal Pavilion', and she has gradually quit.

"Everyone wants to be perfect~" Mucha said in understanding.

'Fulfillment? She understood the meaning of those two words in her heart. Laugh and laugh. There is no endorsement, and there is no refutation. It's too early to make a judgment now, I'm only 17 years old, and there are still infinite possibilities in life.

"Han Qian, are you very happy~" Mucha is a little disgusted with Han Qian's current appearance, and her narrow-mindedness is a little disgusted.

"Who allowed you to call me cold?" Yu Hanqian reacted and sneered at Muxia, "Little friend, there is no politeness at all." ”

Mucha smiled, being able to make fun of herself, proving that Han Qian was very happy. Seeing Han Qian's happy appearance, he seemed to be less disgusted with her narrow-mindedness. "By the way, can you stop eating so much raw meat in the future? It's really uncomfortable. ”

"If it makes 'people' uncomfortable, you are not uncomfortable. I'm going to the deacon's hall now to get pen and paper, will you go? She didn't ask for him, but tactfully threatened him to turn back into a drop of water quickly.

Mucha looked forgiving and tolerant, and after glancing at Han Qian, she turned back into a drop of water and flew into Han Qian's ears.