The new guests who arrived not long ago were brought by this lively atmosphere, dancing with the dancers on the stage, immersed in the music, Yun Chaohua also thought, but she didn't move, because she was afraid of embarrassment, so she held back with her little fists.

Jing Mingqian saw what she was thinking, smiled leisurely, and took her to join the big carnival team.

At this moment, the rat demon Yang Liu, who had already ascended to the small attic in the center above the sixth floor, spread out the painting scroll, and after staring carefully at the bottom for a while, she drew what she saw from this place, stroke by stroke, and the brush was dyed with ink and blue, and the characters in the painting were vividly depicted by her.

"Every time I am asked to do this hard work, can't the money be multiplied several times?" heard footsteps behind him, and Yang Liu muttered.

Wu Ling wore her red fish scale armor cheongsam and slowly approached her graceful figure, holding a wooden chair in her hand, and sat next to Yang Liu, "The painting is really getting better and better." ”

"Otherwise, I paint every day, every month, every year, if I still regress, then I will simply give up. ”

Yang Liu was very proud, and her ears fluttered gently with her movements, showing her cuteness.

"Why, don't you watch my painting in your dark house?"

"Do you say I've been waiting, will I get the result I want? It's been five hundred years, and I'm actually feeling a little tired. She hung her head, her eyes blank.

It's normal to be tired, or not, Yang Liu wonders if Wuling is a living flesh-and-blood human.

She shrugged her shoulders and didn't look back at Wuling, "Who knows, as long as you wait, you can wait." But your situation is very special, and I can't make up my mind. ”

"yes, it's hard to tell. The shopkeeper promised me that I would fulfill my wish if I stayed here for a thousand years, and now that five hundred years have passed, wait a little longer, and maybe we will find out the answer. She burst out laughing, and suddenly she was filled with courage again.

"You're the longest-living human I've ever seen. Yang Liu stopped her pen, turned around and took the brush to compare her silhouette, "It's not old yet." ”

Turn around and continue to finish the unfinished painting.

She has an agreement with the shop owner at the transit station to come here on the second day of the new month to paint, and record the excitement of the night between paper and pen for preservation.

And the store kept her safe from harm.

Every person or demon who comes to the transit station for a long time is not here to seek refuge and ask for a wish.

"Haha," Wuling was amused by her words, "Anyway, is Qu Qing still pestering you now?"

"Don't mention him, okay?" Hearing Wuling mention Quqing, she immediately sighed, "I don't know what that stinky toad thinks, I'm not a swan, why do you always bother me!"

"Don't be annoyed, you'll miss him again when he's gone. Wu Ling smiled, her face could not hide the envy, she also hoped that the person in her heart could annoy herself, at least let her know that he was still there.

Yang Liu doesn't think so, in her little head, liking is liking, and disliking is disliking.

She doesn't like toad essence, so it's better to simply refuse than to let toad essence think, but toad essence doesn't listen at all, and still goes her own way.

"I was born so beautiful that he was so desperate for me. ”

"Hahaha-" Wuling smiled and didn't speak, Yang Liu is good anywhere, but he is too narcissistic.

But it's generally good with her, she can see clearly, and she lives clearly.

"I saw that blue hair today, what's the matter, are you unhappy again when you come to talk to me?"

"Probably yes. She smiled, but looked lonely, "I actually feel quite guilty about encountering water, and I think he is too." But I can't show it, or he'll know about me and the shopkeeper. He will blame himself for making this deal. ”

"Anyway, I don't want to say more, so that you won't be able to listen to me and hate me at that time. The hand holding the pen paused slightly, the tip of the pen was soaked in clean water to wash, and some green paint was dyed to add to the painting, "But as your friend, there is something I must say, if you want Sang Wei to be resurrected, it is not enough to rely on yourself, go to Lan Mao for help." ”

"No," Wu Ling shook her head, her eyes firm, "I hurt Ah Yi, where do I still have the face to trouble the water?" I have to do it myself to make up for the mistakes I have made." ”

"Whatever you want. Yang Liu was unhappy, his face tightened, "Don't stay here and disturb me painting, annoying." ”

Wuling understood what she meant, but she didn't feel that she was persuaded, she stood up, didn't speak, patted the folds on her skirt, and left in a shortcut.

Yang Liu turned his head to look at the empty chair beside him, and frowned, "I really don't know who this temper learns, if you don't listen, you can't persuade you, it's really stubborn!"

The brush flicked suddenly, and the green paint on the tip of the pen flew down on the hem of her pale pink skirt, and after gasping for breath to calm her mood, she stomped her foot angrily to pick up the brush and continue painting.

"I hate it to death!"

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