I looked at the paintings in silence, analyzing the pictures and analyzing Bai Fenfang's "art of painting dreams". Ethereal.2.

She started to paint my "dream", and I couldn't resist it, and I don't know where her brush came from to invade my brain's fortress.

"Have I been? Have I seen the mural?" I thought to myself.

The five dragon ponds in spring are the most gorgeous scenery in Jinan city, all kinds of flowers and trees compete to open, the peach and plum are fragrant, and the fragrance floats inside and outside the West Gate.

If the old Jinan people did not go to Wulongtan Park in the spring, it would be equivalent to spending a wasted spring.

For as long as I can remember, I have been to Wulong Pond every spring, and I have never fallen behind. Especially when the begonias and cherry blossoms are in full bloom, they often linger under the trees, not knowing that the sun has fallen and the birds have returned to their nests.

Having been to Wulongtan is not the same as being to the bottom of the pond, folklore, Jinan City only two of the most daring martial arts experts have been under the Wulongtan, a surname Wang, a master of the sect at the end of the scissors lane, from Ningxia, living in Jinan;

Wang and Tan are both secluded outsiders, although the outside world is in a uproar, but the two of them have never stood up to clarify, allowing the public to speculate on the scenery at the bottom of the pool.

Most hermit characters are always like this, Mount Tai collapses in front and does not change color, and the elk is happy on the left and does not look at it for a moment, smiling at the topics that the people care about, and does not take it to heart.

My surname is Xia, and I have neither Wang nor Tan, so it is impossible to borrow their light to go to the pool.

"Look here—" Bai Fenfang held up the pencil, the tip of which was pointed at me, and motioned for me to look at the pencil.

I shook my head, wary of not being fooled by her, and deliberately looked away from the swaddling clothes on the chest of the villain in the painting.

The strokes used in Bai Fenfang's painting are very complex, so that some of the dense lines automatically form some plausible outlines of objects. Now, for example, the upper end of the candle bag has been rubbed by many lines, forming a bright smiling face.

It was a baby's face, with an unusually full forehead and deep-sighted eyes that were burning into my eyes.

I've never been up close to a baby, but it was through a painting like this that I realized the cuteness of a baby.

"The baby is beautiful, but his fate is difficult and uncertain, and he must face countless separations of blood and fire throughout his life before he can grow. Bai Fenfang said.

For a moment, I felt a sense of confusion, and felt that the baby's situation was so dangerous that someone had to rescue him.

Adults can ignore life and death for the sake of profit, but babies are still young and should not take on unknown dangers for the sake of adult ambitions.

"I'm going to get him out. Somehow, I blurted out this sentence.

You know, it's just a painting, it's a painting made up by Bai Fenfang's pen, and even its authenticity can't be verified.

"yes, he should be rescued, he is innocent. However, have you ever thought that if someone breaks in, not only will they not be able to save him, but they will also be trapped at the bottom of Wulong Pond, right?" Bai Fenfang said.

"Poof......" The Red Sleeves spewed out a large cloud of pale blue smoke that covered my face.

Bai Fenfang hated the smoke and immediately took a few steps back, waiting for the smoke to clear.

"Attention, she's eating away at your brain, and if you don't make a quick decision, we'll plant it tonight. Red Sleeves whispered in my ear.

In the face of major rights and wrongs, I have always been very sober.

I can choose to "close the door and reject the thief" and refuse all of Bai Fenfang's requests, but this time I chose to "close the door and fight the dog", and when her ill intentions invaded more deeply, I instantly counterattacked and achieved the goal of killing with one blow.

The smoke from the Red Sleeves is peculiar, with the taste of ordinary tobacco and the subtle pungency of another stimulant-like substance.

I gave her a grateful smile and thanked her for her protection.

"It's a strange situation right now, and I feel like there's some kind of strange formation hidden in this café, and as soon as I step in, I become intimidated. If possible, we would have retreated in time. Red Sleeves added a few more words.

I shook my head slightly, dismissing her idea.

I just want to see what cards Bai Fenfang has hidden in his hand.

The two of us teamed up to kill the Sword God, and we have formed an alliance psychologically, and the relationship is getting closer and closer. I help her, she should help me, this kind of interest equivalent exchange relationship is the essence of friends in the rivers and lakes.

"You haven't answered me yet, have you been there?" Bai Fenfang asked.

I shook my head flatly: "No." ”

Bai Fenfang lowered her pencil and gently drew a circle on the swaddling clothes.

"I guess this is you, you're in your swaddling clothes, you see what's going on there—by the way, put your palms out, I want to show you palmistry, how about it?" she abruptly changed the subject.

I hesitated, but calmly held out my hands, palms up, for her to scrutinize.

Bai Fenfang frowned slightly, stared at my palm for a minute, but didn't say a word.

The baby in swaddling clothes isn't me, I'm 100% sure.

"That baby is a dragon descendant, that's why it should be there. However, since he is a dragon, he should defect to the East China Sea and make waves...... What went wrong? He's not you, you're not him, you're not Longyan. Bai Fenfang whispered in disappointment.

I withdrew my palms and looked at her calmly.

Suddenly, Bai Fenfang threw down her pencil, picked up the four drawings that had been drawn, tore them into pieces, threw them on the ground, and sat down dejectedly.

"I'm sorry, things have changed so much tonight, I may have mistaken someone. Let's go, goodbye. She gasped, her voice suddenly hoarse.

I got up slowly, not blaming her for her hot and cold attitude, nodded, and walked out.

Red Sleeves followed behind, for some reason, but just following me.

When we arrived at the door, the red sleeves folded back, went to the seat where we first sat and picked up the plastic bag containing the "Plum Blossom Mansion Notes".

In order to cooperate with Bai Fenfang's sniper sword god, I left in a hurry with Red Sleeves before, and even the most important things were left here.

"Hey, you two, nothing happened tonight, you know?" Bai Fenfang called behind us.

"We have no idea what you're talking about or who you are. Redsleeves answered for me.

We opened the door and walked out, and at three o'clock in the morning Whip Finger Alley was as quiet as a huge cemetery. However, to the east or west, two streets are the bustling Provincial Front Street, Hongshangfang, Furong Street, or turn around, walk 500 meters to the west, you can reach the Baobei Road Moat Bar Street, the first is the Soho Bar, a popular place for the best night pastime in China.

There is no going back to the General's Garden, and we must find another place to rest.

"Bai is here tonight, I didn't expect Elder Wen to be late at night. According to the law, he would spend the night here every day, and I don't know what happened today. "The red sleeves are stupid.

There is no way to do this, we can only wait secretly, and quietly lead him into the environment of the "Hysteria Technique" without being heard of the elder's appearance.

It's easy to kill, but we're not trying to kill Elder Wen, we're trying to get the secret of his heart.

"Let's go, go to Hibiscus Street. "I propose.

I knew we had to get out of Whip Finger Alley quickly to avoid another conflict with Bai Fenfang.

As one of the eight gods of the Yan Palace, she built her stronghold in Whip Finger Lane, which must not have been a decision made on a whim.

Redsleeves threw away the half-smoked cigarette and then took out the cigarette case.

Without waiting for her to explain, I took the initiative to take two cigarettes out of the cigarette case and gave her one.

"There are some stimulants added to the cigarette, which can excite people's cranial nerves. I suspect that the White Painting God has secretly done something to you, as if he has applied the art of painting dreams to you again. If your brain power can't keep up, you'll be controlled by her, and that's dangerous. Red Sleeves said.

She lit a cigarette for me first, and then she lit it herself.

The eight gods of Yanwangfu will be the top masters on the rivers and lakes, in order to achieve the goal, it will definitely be a failure, and another plan will be born. I have to watch out for everyone, and first of all, I have to beware of the white fragrance of painting thaumaturgy.

We walked horizontally to the east, along the perimeter of the provincial compound for a while, across the alleys, and into Furong Street.

This is the place where I have lived since I was a child, and among the three talents, I first occupy the "geographical advantage". As soon as I stepped onto Hibiscus Street in the early hours of the morning, my heart settled down.

Only half of the shops on this street are closed, and the other half are all open all night, and there are many customers.

I walked north with a red sleeve, and at the end of Furong Street, I found a small family hotel called "Quanhe", pushed the door and walked in.

The waiter behind the counter had fallen asleep on the table, so I took the key to room 3O1 from the key holder next to me, and tiptoed upstairs with the red sleeves.

This family hotel is opened by my little Wang Li, and according to him, this business is not profitable at all, just to experience the feeling of being a boss.

Because business is not good, the rooms on the third floor are all empty, without exception.

When I got to the third floor, I gently opened the door and entered silently with the Red Sleeves.

"Is this okay? isn't this a thief?" asked Redsleeves.

I didn't answer, let alone turn on the lights, but walked to the window in three steps and two steps, lifted the curtain to a corner, and quietly observed the movement on the street of Furong.

As I expected, three young men who looked neither like tourists nor plainclothes stopped at the door of the hotel and peeked inside.

"Is it the white-scented one?" asked Redsleeves.

I can't tell, because I haven't figured out the ultimate purpose of the Yan Wangfu yet.

The red sleeves lay down in the dark, and after a while, he fell asleep.

I sat on the sand in the corner of the wall and gave Red Sleeves a sentry.

In this kind of small hotel, where security is very poor, it is not uncommon to break into people in the middle of the night.

I had two glasses in my hand, and four white porcelain cups on the coffee table next to me, and I would let them taste the blood of each of them if they dared to touch it.