"10,000 Years of Sleep"

Chen Xiansong still has artistic talent, how good does he want to be...... Walking down the street, Claude grimaced. He didn't have the instructions of his own teacher, so he went to the room in Udil on the second floor to observe, but went directly out of the union and walked in the direction of home. The people on the street were noisy, and the two guards around him, intentionally or unintentionally, separated him from the people around him to protect his safety. Ordinary people, and even ordinary nobles, don't dare to touch the Spirit Hún Ponderers, but there are always some people in the world who are not afraid of things, such as the assassination a few days ago, if it succeeds, the association will definitely discount the three Spirit Hún Ponderers.

Now that this matter has been transmitted to the headquarters in encrypted letters, it is said that all the elders of the headquarters are in great flames, and they have planned to impose some necessary sanctions on the Empire, and the first step is to remove all the spiritual thinkers who are staying in the Empire.

Claude had also heard of this, but his mind was not on it now, for him, how to kill Chen Xiansong without alarming others was the most important thing he should consider. It's just that now he is powerless. The only force that can be relied on has already left, and he has no strength of his own, as for the guards that he can use to fight, they are indeed stronger than the sī guards of ordinary nobles, but they are used to deal with Chen Xiansong...... He himself thought it was a joke, Bai Min alone could single-handedly crush all the troops in his family.

As soon as he thought of Bai Min, Claude felt that his lower abdomen was hot and sour, so beautiful, such a powerful girl, she must be a servant of the sun god. The female xìng sun god servant is the ideal goddess of all ordinary people, there is no exaggeration in this statement, but Claude found that Bai Min is more like a personal maid in front of Chen Xiansong. The goddess becomes a maid, which is something that almost all men want to happen to themselves, and Claude is no exception.

In addition, Claude also heard that Bai Min would spend the night in Chen Xiansong's room every night.

Claude is no longer a chick, he naturally knows the wonder of a woman's body, so in his mind, Chen Xiansong must have rolled over the chuáng list with Bai Min, every time he fantasized that Bai Min was pressed on the chuáng by Chen Xiansong, his heart was ignited with a kind of fire that could not be discharged, so hot that he couldn't sit on his feet every day, and he couldn't even sleep well at night.

Under such an emotion, his rest became worse and worse, and his originally smooth face not only had red beans, but also fire bubbles appeared on his mouth. It's just that he can't do anything at all, he can only see Chen Xiansong and Bai Min glued together every day, in and out of pairs.

Sometimes, he feels that this world is very unfair, everyone is a person who is protected by special people, why is Chen Xiansong surrounded by a beautiful, powerful and powerful female xìng sun servant; And the people who follow him around him are not people, ghosts and ghosts can only hide their heads and tails, and they live in the dark of yīn.

This is the sun god red luǒluǒ地 favoritism...... If you can't get what I like, no one else can think of it. Either get her or ruin her. It's just that Bai Min is a servant of the sun god, and he doesn't think he has the ability to destroy Bai Min, so it's a feasible way to find a way to destroy the person who got Bai Min.

Before he knew it, he had returned to his home, and as he had just sat down on his chair, the servant came up and handed him a letter: "Master, this is about two hours ago, a guest left behind, and he said that there is something very important, and it must be opened by the master himself. ”

The servant withdrew. Claude looked at the yellow-colored letters on the table. Its envelopes are made of coarse papyrus, and there are no decorated paintings, which are used only by civilians. Most nobles felt that touching such a letter with their fingertips would damage their noble dignity, let alone open it with their own hands.

Claude felt the same way, and was about to consider whether to call the servant in and burn the thing, but after thinking about it for a long time, he sighed and walked to the side, put white gloves on his hands, and then picked up the letter with some disgust and opened it and looked at it slowly.

After a few minutes, he suddenly laughed, then took the fire fold out of the drawer and burned the entire letter.

On the other hand, after Chen Xiansong helped Udier paint the portrait, the latter was very happy, as if he had obtained some treasure, and left happily with the piece of paper. Chen Xiansong shook his right hand that was a little sour, and Bai Min, who was standing next to him, stepped forward on his own, pulled Chen Xiansong to the side, held his right hand and put it on his big tuǐ, and gently massaged it. ,

Under the black bangs, there is a girl's cold and expressionless pretty face, but Chen Xiansong can see from it that the kind of tenderness that only belongs to himself and only blooms to himself. The girl's face was as white and smooth as ivory, and Chen Xiansong stared at it for a while, and couldn't help but stretch out his left hand and gently stroke it.

The girl's slender eyebrows and eyelashes shook slightly.

Feeling the wetness of his left hand like jade, perhaps it was the artistic nerves left over from helping people paint portraits just now, or some other unknown reason, Chen Xiansong suddenly remembered the picture of them waking up from the restoration cabin not long ago, acting with Aslan's mercenary group, and then bathing together with Bai Min in a stream.

At that time, the sun was setting, and the background was as bright as radium gold, and Bai Min, who was as clean as a snow lotus, was brushing his long and smooth hair in the waist-high stream. Now such a beautiful scenery once again appeared in Chen Xiansong's heart, and he felt that his artistic cells were shouting and roaring.

"I'm going to draw it." Chen Xiansong pulled his hand out of Bai Min's and stood up.

Scientists have proven that the best works of art are born when the artist is in the worst mood, such as extreme joy, sadness, or excitement...... Chen Xiansong is also in this situation now. He didn't need Bai Min as a model, because that image was already engraved into his mind.

Bai Min's cold face was originally a little puzzled, but watching the outline of Chen Xiansong's characters gradually become clear, the chip operation program in her brain became more complicated in vain, and there were even many meaningless, unknown sources, and strange calculations with unknown intentions, and the data of these operations was so large that it almost accounted for about 30% of the system resources.

She walked outside the door in a trance, pressed her left xiōng mouth with her hand, her heart beat hard, and then mō her face, which was slightly hot. She couldn't help but feel a little nervous: Is there something wrong with my body?

When Bai Min was nervous and puzzled and repeatedly scanned his physical state with a microchip, Balf walked up from downstairs. Bai Min had heard his footsteps early, so he would interrupt his scan before he could come up. Then re-stretch your face into the shape of an ice cube.

"Ma'am." Balf went up to the second floor and saw Bai Min guarding the door, knowing that his master might not be able to see him. He bowed first, and then continued: "Aslan and the others have already arranged it, and we have also issued an exclusive designated task in the guild, and the task reward is one hundred gold coins, does the lady think it is feasible?" ”

Bai Min nodded slightly and did not speak.

Balf has long been accustomed to Bai Min's posture of not approaching people, so Bai Min just nodded in this matter, and there is no need for other superfluous nonsense. He saluted the woman in front of him again, and then went down the stairs. But at the corner of the staircase, where Bai Min could not be seen, he suddenly stopped and looked back with some suspicion.

He felt that Ms. Bai Min seemed a little strange just now, although there was no change on the surface, she was still full of cold temperament, but he felt a little strange, as if Ms. Bai Min had changed a person, as if she was facing a gentle girl next door.

"Maybe it's a delusion." Balf muttered, then continued downstairs.

After about two hours, his face was tired, but his spirit was very excited, Chen Xiansong opened the door, pulled Bai Min into the room, and then gently put the sketch in Bai Min's hand.

On the paper is a girl combing her hair in a stream, and under the background of the old light and dark background painting skills, the girl seems to be a lost goddess in the world. Painting skills are secondary, and in this piece of paper, there is a strong emotion, which is the artist's attachment to the girl in the painting, gratitude, and a strong emotion that is indescribable and inexplicable.

This emotion is so intense, so blazing that even cyborgs without any artistic cells can feel it. Bai Min looked at the drawing paper quietly for a long time, and just when Chen Xiansong thought that she was not satisfied with her work, the latter suddenly threw herself into his arms, and then clumsily and nervously wrashed on the young man's mouth.

Cyborgs are so proactive? Chen Xiansong was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, turned defense into offense, and began to taste the girl's delicious double chún. Bai Min's whole body was tense, clumsily catering. ,

A few minutes later, Chen Xiansong sat in front of Chuáng's head, smirking. He was still thinking about the delicious food just now, Bai Min handed him a few exorcism stones from the side, and now Bai Min has returned to calm, looking no different from usual, and his face is still cold, but there is a little more femininity in his every move.

"I don't have any talent for research." Chen Xiansong looked at the pile of exorcism stones, and looked a little distressed: "If you want to say what you can do with a tight substance, my first reaction should be weapons and armor...... Well, I'm actually smart, this thing is very light, much lighter than any metal of the same volume, if it is used to make armor and weapons......"

Chen Xiansong's eyes lit up: "Xiao Min, help me design a set of armor diagrams, preferably the one with weapons." ”

Bai Min stared at the tooth repellent, his eyes flowing with data bands, as if he was calculating the possibility of this idea. After a while, she nodded, walked to the desk next to her, and began to draw one stroke at a time. About ten minutes later, she placed a thick stack of paper in front of Chen Xiansong.

"It's a very detailed design, and it's gorgeous, wow, it can be decomposed, and it has weapons." Chen Xiansong picked up the drawings and read them, his eyes lit up: "This armor was designed by yourself?" What is your name? ”

Bai Min shook his head: "This is the armor that natural people and young men voted for at the end of the twentieth century, and the first place in the design drawing, although it was conditionally manufactured at that time, but in the era of hot weapons, there was no practical design, so it was not produced." I made appropriate adjustments to the shape of the song. Moreover, if this set of armor is made of this material, the total weight will not exceed ten kilograms, and with Xiao Song's physical strength, he can move freely when wearing it. ”

Looking at the concept of armor on the paper, Chen Xiansong couldn't wait to make this set of armor immediately: "What about the name? What's its name? ”

"Odin's sacred cloak."!.