Twenty days later

Looking out from Longyun Mountain, as far as the eye can see. Heavy like a painting, curved like a screen. The dawn mountain is twilight, verdant and dripping.

Streamer took two boxes of green daisy grass from the deacon's hall, and she was dressed in red. Stroll through the square with a characteristic skilful and elegant look. A faint look of doubt... She always felt that someone had been sneaking at her lately, but she quickly determined that she was in a trance.

The entire 'Immortal Pavilion', with her identity as George Streamer, Linggen, and everyone's default identity relationship with Ji Yunjing. Who will be so blind that I don't know what to do. Dare to hide your head and show your tail to have a plan for yourself? Coveted beauty?

Unless he doesn't want to live anymore, and besides, not only does he not want to live, but the whole family doesn't want to live anymore!

Every time he thought of this, George Streamer vaguely felt like a thorn in his back, and he disappeared without a trace in an instant. If she doesn't ask anyone for trouble, she is already lucky!

It's just that, from time to time, the depression that she hates is always shaking in front of her, which makes her feel quite uncomfortable. Moreover, as long as he remembered Ji Yunjing's gaze when he looked at Han Qian, Streamer unconsciously wanted to kill this slut. But Streamer also understands that a woman like Yu Hanqian, who has no spiritual roots, is only used for entertainment. It's not much of a climate, it's just a little bit of a threat.

There are very few amorous and infatuated men like Ji Sute. , Ji Yunjing is definitely not one of them. No matter how much she hates Han Qian, she knows clearly that Han Qian can't die now.

Han Qian also understands that since the appearance of the blue butterfly, George Streamer will not easily put himself to death. Fate, on the other hand, favors those who are good at action and willing to take risks.

Today is the last time. I want to confirm that I will relive George's streamer's body and bones for the last time. She is like a student who is about to go to the examination room, and she is about to test whether she really has a talent for painting.

Streamer walked into the room, and she loved the feeling of being barefoot on the floor.

Han Qian was very glad that when he pierced the window paper, it was just a slight crack. Every time she had to sneak around, she 'closed' the piece of paper again.

Han Qian smiled at the streamer in the window, "Today, it should be different~."

A person's habit turned out to be so constant, the streamer was as always, sitting on the medicated tub and playing with the rose petal water in the medicated tub. Her empty face was much less obedient and proud when she walked outside.

Han Qian looked at the streamer intently, she was already well versed in every piece of beauty 'bone' on her body. Now, it's just a complete 'makeup' for your own paintings. Still, she reminded herself to concentrate and not be distracted.

Her eyes clearly and sensitively touched all the streamlines of this body's 'bone'.

As soon as George Streamer stepped Jade Foot into the medicated bath tub, he heard a noise outside the window. "Who? Who's there? Streamer yelled angrily.

All along, she was suspicious that someone was spying on her, and her confidence and pride led her to deny this feeling time and time again. Now, hearing the second voice clearly, she was no longer conceited, and immediately got dressed and opened the window.

Outside the window, the silence is like silence, the distant mountains are long, the clouds and mountains are chaotic, and the small mountains are green...

She still didn't notice the broken window paper in the corner of the window, but turned and walked out the door. Looking to the left, the crows croaked twice at dusk, making it seem more peaceful here. She put her mind at ease again, presumably because she was thinking too much.

Turning her head to look to the right, she saw a person she hated the most in her daily life, dressed in an embarrassing and eye-catching ground beef dark red, walking towards her own disciple's room. "Why is she everywhere?" Streamer said hatefully in her heart, "No...", she fell into deep thought.

Han Qian walked in the fairy lawn. Knowing that there was a streamer behind her, she smiled interestingly and walked quickly towards her room. Soon, a storm is coming.

She took out all the best paintings of the streamer body 'bones' she had drawn before from under the bed. Then, sink down and sit down at the table. Compare the last memories of today.

The cold and swift strokes are urgent, and the thoughts are like a tide.

After a while, she had a piece of art in her hand that looked like a god's work, and she looked at the painting she had made today's with satisfaction. She had been observing George Streamer for 27 days, and finally, she had the one she was most satisfied with.

Her heart was beating violently. The change of fate is here.

She stood up and held the painting aloft, smiling from top to bottom.

"Wow ~ shallow. You're amazing! Mucha turned into a human form and exclaimed in surprise. He stared at the painting, imagining how dexterous his hands and heart could make such a heavenly work.

Han Qian rolled up the painting, and Mucha looked down with Han Qian's rolled up painting. It wasn't until the whole painting was completely rolled up that Mucha pouted. Seeing Han Qian hide the painting under the bed.

"Why don't you hide these paintings under the bed?" Mucha asked, looking at the dozens of paintings on the table.

Han Qian smiled and said, "Every painting is hidden under the bed, doesn't that show the preciousness of that painting?" ”

Mucha grimaced, "You can turn your spiritual root into 8 now." He asked again in confusion. Although he had only seen the streamer side quietly, Mucha felt that the similarity of this painting was completely deliberate to confuse the real with the fake.

"Let's wait." Hanasa tried to suppress the excitement. Moreover, she is still not completely sure. Plus, she has other plans.

"Someone is coming~" Mucha finished speaking, turning into a drop of water and burrowing into Hanqian's ears.

Han Qian threw the painting on the bed, and then covered it with a quilt. Now, she is not afraid that these paintings will be crumpled. Anyway, the best one has been hidden under the bed.

Han Qian opened the door and was surprised by the person standing in front of him. She hadn't seen Hu Xuecheng for 20 days.

Hu Xuecheng didn't seem to remember what they said awkwardly between them at all, and he smiled and held Lingma Ma Xin in front of Han Qian. "The day after tomorrow is the day when you and your little sister will compete with each other. I think, if you go down the mountain. Will it still be needed? ”

Han Qian happily took the spirit horse's heart, "Thank you, senior brother." "No matter what, Hu Xuecheng is really good to her.

"If you want to compete with the little junior sister, don't be nervous, just do your best." Senior brother's concerned instructions.

"Well, I'm going to practice the sword." Han Qian said, turned around and walked to the window, pretending to put the spirit horse heart on the window to dry.

Hu Xuecheng could understand Han Qian's heavy mood at the moment, "Then I'll finish the meal." "He had just returned from the Golden Buddha Valley, and he was still hungry. Besides, there's only so much he can do for Hanqian.

Han Qian nodded and said yes, watching Hu Xuecheng gradually disappear from the door of his house.

She hurriedly grabbed the horse's heart, bypassed the bed and closed the door, and then leaned her back against the door urgently, and began to bite hard. At this moment, Han Qian only knows that all the suffering he has suffered before has been effective.

Now, my body is still much better than before. It's just that the lifeless dark clothes cover up a lot. So, even in the palm of your hand, even if it's terrible, it's terrible. She would also swallow it desperately.

Her eyes were as resolute as a rock constantly being beaten by the sea. And the blood on the lips is a testimony.