The three painters looked at Princess Haoyue and painted quickly, and Pan Wu looked over curiously, seeing her loneliness.

Pan Wu was a little stunned, he was familiar with this feeling, every lonely person is actually the same, thinking that there is only himself in the world, thinking that only he is left out in the cold.

In fact, there are so many lonely people, who is not lonely, and who is not imposing on themselves, they are alone?

When I was alone at the bottom of the sea, I felt the weight of the boundless sea, looking at the swimming fish around me, they were also lonely, so lonely that they couldn't speak, so lonely that they wanted to get together, thinking that they were not lonely.

Pan Wu also lost his mind.

Ever since Haili came back to life again, life has been short for him, so short that he has to compress the time he sleeps to study and cultivate, not to mention play, hobbies, and joy, so naturally he has no time to experience loneliness.

Loneliness is a feeling, and forgetting to be busy means that you are no longer lonely.

But loneliness exists after all, Princess Haoyue is also lonely, lonely for a while, Pan Wu was touched, and she was also lonely for a while.

The small courtyard was instantly quiet, and Wu Luoyu felt that the atmosphere was weird, and looked up at Pan Wu.

Pan Wu didn't look at Haoyue, his eyes were slightly distracted, and he couldn't tell what he was looking at.

Wu Luoyu went to see Princess Haoyue again, Her Royal Highness the princess was also losing her mind, and she didn't look at anyone, obviously with a very calm expression, but with a sense of loneliness.

Wu Luoyu looked down at herself, and then at the three painters, I don't know why, she suddenly felt that she was out of place with this environment, as if she was the superfluous one. She wanted to leave, to make way of the quiet space.

But I can't give up, why should I leave?

Thinking like this, she also lost her mind.

The environment of the small courtyard is even more eerie, and the silence even stops the wind.

Hua Zhong's soul was the first to feel abnormal.

The painter is very attentive when he paints, and he must also be focused, which is the biggest difference between the painter and the painter.

But he was so focused, he was swayed by the environment, and couldn't help but look at Pan Wu, and then he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly pulled out a piece of drawing paper, and first drew a small sample of Pan Wu at this time.

A few strokes drew the loneliness, and looked at Wu Luoyu, the little girl looked hesitant and unwilling.

Hua Zhongsoul sighed secretly, pulled out one more piece of paper and drew another sample. Then concentrate on drawing the princess.

The princess was in a daze for a short time, about three to five minutes to come back to her senses, thinking of the past, the more she didn't understand what she was going to do now, what she could do in the future?

Pan Wu was still in a daze, and now the big crocodile was flashing in his mind. I haven't seen it when it's alive, and I don't know how it saved itself, but I always have a strange thought in my heart, I must wear that scale armor back!

Princess Haoyue came back to her senses and saw that the three painters were painting quickly, so she turned her head to see Wu Luoyu. Wu Luoyu was hesitating, the two looked at each other suddenly, Wu Luoyu was startled and turned to leave.

The corners of Princess Haoyue's mouth pulled out a nonchalant smile, as if she was a little proud, and then looked at Pan Wu.

Pan Wu continued to be in a daze, the things in his mind changed from the big crocodile to Liu San'er, he must be killed!

Thinking of killing, the murderous aura appeared inexplicably, Princess Haoyue was stunned, and the two long-legged girl guards also noticed it, and turned their heads to look at it.

Murderous aura is a very empty thing, no one can see it, and many people can't feel it, but there are many people who think they can feel it, and there are always people who can really feel it.

Hua Zhongsoul was one of them, and he was concentrating on drawing the princess, when he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and when he raised his eyes, Pan Wu was looking at him with a resolute expression.

Hua Zhongsoul was startled, is this to kill me?

After thinking about it again, you will know that it is not, if you kill yourself, you will experience it more deeply and directly.

I smiled bitterly and continued to paint.

The three painters are very good, each of them is painting two, one is a princess, and the other is Pan Wu.

Hua Zhongsoul draws relatively quickly, and the line of painting is the same as refining tools, you must have good tools, and you must paint endlessly. Hua Zhongsoul has good tools, good oil paint, coupled with strong skills and self-cultivation, it is very easy to paint.

Painting pays more attention to the state, and the current Hua Zhongsoul is in the best state, and every stroke is alive and good-looking.

The soul in the painting is worthy of his name, and the soul in the painting is not good-looking?

When the two paintings were finished, the other two painters had not finished yet, Hua Zhongsoul thought about it, picked up Wu Luoyu's sample and looked at it carefully for a while, and then spread the drawing paper.

What is still unfinished, Hua Zhongsoul, who is in an excellent state, is more and more excited to paint, and quickly paints the portrait of Wu Luoyu, but I feel that I can't stop the pen, I can't stop the pen, I can't stop the pen!

I grabbed two large pieces of paper casually, aligned them with my right hand and wiped the middle seam, the two pieces of paper were connected together, and Hua Zhongsoul continued to paint.

The talented Princess Haoyue is lonely and lonely, and the talented Pan Wu is also distracted.

Hua Zhongsoul dares to paint them like this, but the other two painters have to think about too many things, Pan Wu is the leader, Haoyue is the princess, it is the time when the spirit is high, how can you lose your mind and be lonely?

Although admitting that they were in excellent condition at that moment, the two of them still retouched the picture and corrected it slightly according to their own imagination.

Hua Zhongsoul also has this concern, but in the end, he is loyal to his heart and decides to draw it truthfully. However, when a painter paints, he is like a swordsman drawing a sword, and the better the work, the more he cannot hesitate.

Hua Zhongsoul hesitated for a moment, and the feeling of painting was a little worse, from a perfect work to a good work. Later, when I painted Pan Wu, I found some feelings, and then I painted Wu Luoyu, without any worries, just paint at will, this hearty feeling ripples in the chest, and now, it is already an uncomfortable state of not painting!

At this point, without any worries and without any consideration, the two large pieces of paper were put together, and the two tables were dragged together, and a bunch of things such as tea were brushed to the ground at will.

He still has kung fu, the cup and teapot are not broken, not to mention, not even a drop of water is spilled.

Hua Zhong's soul entered a state of madness, for him now, there is only him and the painting in front of him in this world, and even the characters in the painting are standing next to him.

If you want to succeed, learn to focus first.

While he was painting, the other two artists completed the painting one after the other. While waiting for the oil paint to dry, I look left and right willingly.

Finding that Hua Zhong's soul was still painting, the two of them came over curiously to take a look.

I was stunned when I saw it, painting the soul, there really is a painting soul.

On the large piece of paper are two figures, and on this unfinished painting, lifelike is the lowest evaluation.

One is Princess Haoyue dressed in white, although she is arrogant and majestic, although she is strong, she looks lonely, and she is very lonely.

The other was Pan Wu, dressed in red, standing quietly on the other side wearing a Lingyun helmet. He obviously didn't look at Princess Haoyue, but he didn't know why, when you saw this painting, you would definitely think that Pan Wu was looking at Haoyue. Not only do I see it, but I also pity that kind of loneliness, which is a kind of sympathy for the sick.

Obviously they didn't look at each other, they were standing quietly, they were obviously two independent characters, but in this painting, the two people were connected, and the connection was so close that the whole painting came alive, as if two people were talking, you said I listened, I said you listen, and even the two of them told people.

When Hua Zhongsoul finally stopped writing, he shouted happily, looked up to the sky and shouted, he didn't even want painting tools, he didn't mention the remuneration, and strode away.

Pan Wu wanted to chase him out, but Princess Haoyue whispered to stop.

Pan Wu looked over, and Haoyue was looking at the painting.

The old painter on the side looked at Hua Zhong's painting, and then looked at his own painting, suddenly sighed, gathered his two paintings, put away his painting tools and left.

The young painter is a little reluctant, he needs money! If he doesn't paint, he doesn't have money. Just as she was hesitating, Princess Haoyue shouted softly: "Nuan Nuan." ”

A golden ticket of 100 gold coins suddenly appeared in front of the young painter, which made him even more reluctant to destroy the painting.

The old painter packed up his things, and when he was about to leave, the long-legged girl Nuan Nuan appeared in front of him again, holding a golden ticket between her fingers and handing it over.

The old painter refused to accept it.

Nuan Nuan didn't talk nonsense at all, and with a shake of her hand, the golden ticket fell into the bag containing the painting tools.

The old painter's face changed a few times, thanked the princess, and left.

The young painter also left with thanks, and as for the two paintings he painted, they were left on the table like that, and what you want to do with them is your business.

Princess Haoyue stared blankly at the big painting, exuding a kind of powerlessness from the bottom of her heart, and she suddenly felt quite pitiful. I watched it for a long time, but I didn't say anything for a long time.

Pan Wu looked at it for a while, and was a little puzzled. You said you should draw if you paint, why did you draw the two of us together? I have the heart to chase the flower and ask the soul to understand, but where to find someone?

There are three paintings on the side, pick up your own one and look at it, a good leader, there is no youthful pride, no heroic spirit, only a faint sadness, inexhaustible.

With a long sigh, he took the painting and looked at the other two.

Princess Haoyue's picture has a heroic spirit, and she said that Hua Zhong Soul, Hua Zhong Soul, you are also a sycophant master.

There is also Wu Luoyu's one, and after picking it up, he had to secretly scold Hua Zhong's soul: The old guy has a bad heart, and he will only paint when people are lonely!

Seeing him pick up the two paintings, Princess Haoyue glanced at him: "Put it down." ”

Pan Wu said, "Are you sick?

Haoyue said: "I paid the money. ”

"The painter we are looking for!" Pan Wu turned around and shouted: "Wu Luoyu." ”

Wu Luoyu should come out quickly: "Ah, where is the painter?"

Pan Wu handed it over and painted: "Yours." ”

"My?" Wu Luoyu opened it and took a look: "But I haven't given the money yet." ”

"The money I give is my paintings. "Haoyue is a little unreasonable.

Wu Luoyu glared at her: "The princess is amazing, is it just unreasonable?"

"yes, what?"

Wu Luoyu snorted and saw the two paintings on the young artist's table: "It's good." ”

Pan Wu picked up his own: "Yes, it's good." After thinking about it, he asked Princess Haoyue: "How is this big painting counted?"

"What's the point?" the voice was still cold.

"There's me up there. ”

"What about you? Do you want to tear it off?"

"Yes. ”

Princess Haoyue snorted coldly, went to see herself painted by the young painter, looked at it twice, and rubbed it a few times with a clump of hand, shattering into confetti.