The faces of the characters in the two paintings are exactly the same as You Zhiqi, but whether it is compared from the demeanor or clothing and hairstyle, the people in the painting are very different from the panting You Zhiqi in front of him.

"Who are you drawing?"

The two asked the same question very tacitly, and both gave answers in the next moment.

You Zhiqi: "Give me the black-clothed man of the demon clan who sharpens the spirit sword." ”

Mo Xiuxiu: "The prince of the Protoss who has a lot of connections with me. ”

You Zhiqi's face was tense, and he moved his index finger to the prince of the Protoss in the painting little by little, "Xiuxiu, why do you use my face when you draw the prince of the Protoss?" ”

After asking three or four times in a row, Mo Xiuxiu, who was concentrating on watching the black-clothed man of the demon clan, reacted.

"Although I have been incarnated by the prince's jade pendant, I have never seen his appearance...... But if you have to put a face for the prince, it is probably the appearance of Xiaolong. ”

"Why me? And not Liyan? You Zhiqi asked with interest.

"Because the prince is a good man who is righteous and kind." Mo Xiuxiu gave an answer without thinking, her eyes full of sincerity.

You Zhiqi touched his chin with some pride, and soon conjured up a mirror and carefully examined his handsome appearance.

"In Xiuxiu's mind, a good person looks like me!"

His eyes repeatedly jumped between You Zhiqi and the demon black-clothed man in the painting, and Mo Xiuxiu asked in surprise: "You painted the demon black-clothed man...... Why use your own face too? ”

Motionless staring at the figure he had drawn with his own hands, You Zhiqi suddenly sighed.

"I've been in contact with him, but he's always wearing a mask, and I don't know what he looks like...... But if you have to substitute a face for the black-clothed man of the demon race, Bacheng is what I look like. ”

Mo Xiuxiu reached out and pinched his cheek, and said with a smile: "I treat you as a good person, but you treat yourself as a bad person." ”

When the four eyes met, she tried to keep her gaze at the level of You Zhiqi, but because of her lack of height, she stood on tiptoe, intending to imprint his appearance in her mind.

She didn't stand firm, and her slender skeleton fell into You Zhiqi's arms and slammed straight into his heart.

patted Mo Xiuxiu's head, You Zhiqi subconsciously hugged her waist and said gently: "I have seen a similar plot in the script, but I can't think of it...... I will experience it one day. ”

"This kind of plot is really cliché!" Saying that, Mo Xiuxiu tried to leave, but was trapped in You Zhiqi's arms due to lack of strength.

The chests of the two men were pressed together, and the distance was even greater.

Mo Xiuxiu looked at him with a strange gaze: "...... Xiaolong, what are you doing? If you don't let me go, I'll be strangled to death by you in a moment. ”

Hugging the girl's delicate body and smelling the sweet smell of her body, You Zhiqi became more and more reluctant to let go, and even put his chin on her shoulder.

No matter what Mo Xiuxiu said, he didn't hear it.

After several struggles to no avail, Mo Xiuxiu yelled at him with some collapse: "You Zhiqi, you hurt me!" Didn't you say it wouldn't hurt me? ”

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt your uncle!" Mo Xiuxiu, who was gradually irritable, not only was not idle on her mouth, but she also had half a hosta in her hand, which happened to be the pointed end of the lower half.

The next moment, half of the hosta was already inserted into You Zhiqi's arm, "I am really uncomfortable if you hug it like this!" If you don't let go, I won't be good friends with you! ”

This method really worked, and You Zhiqi really let go.

Mo Xiuxiu, who had regained her freedom, gasped for breath, eager to kill this man with her eyes, it was too much.

The moment he raised his head, Mo Xiuxiu's exclamation suddenly sounded, "Xiaolong, are you in pain?" ”

It turned out that she was too heavy, and blood flowed freely along You Zhiqi's arm.

"Does it hurt?"

It's the sound of You Zhiqi.

He asked the question again.

Mo Xiuxiu anxiously ripped off a piece of cloth from the corner of her skirt and pressed it up, "Are you the Qingshu Dragon King or the Two Hundred and Five Dragon Kings?" Does it hurt to shed so much blood? Can it not hurt! ”

You Zhiqi held her hand very naturally, "I'm asking Xiuxiu, do you hurt?" ”

"Please! Take care of yourself! Hurry up and find a way to stop the bleeding! Mo Xiuxiu's brows furrowed deeply, and her eyes were full of disgust for this man.

Come to think of it, the hero who let You Zhiqi let go is not the hosta, but the phrase "don't be good friends with you".

Soon, this kind of look turned into distress again, "After living for so many years, I have never seen a fool like you, and you are still an unprecedented big fool." ”

"Do you like fool friends?"

Oh, my God! His entire sleeve was soaked in blood, and he still had the leisure to talk and laugh with himself? Is this person physically or mentally ill?

Mo Xiuxiu couldn't help but glance at him, "Bear with me, I'm going to pull out the hosta now." ”

"Ahh

The moment the hosta left the body, You Zhiqi's scream almost resounded in the sky. Fortunately, it was in the Yiling Temple, otherwise this matter would be endless.

Fine beads of sweat came out of his forehead, and You Zhiqi, whose lips were white, couldn't help but let out a wry smile: "Xiuxiu, you are really ruthless...... It's just a matter of hurting me, and you actually used this hosta to save you......"

"Whoever asked you to hold me and not let go, this is the end!" Mo Xiuxiu's words were as sharp as knives.

Covering his arms, You Zhiqi didn't forget to tease: "Is this the end every time I hug you?" That's a bit of a big price. ”

Blood slowly seeped out from You Zhiqi's fingers, and Mo Xiuxiu, who felt guilty, took the initiative to hug him, "That...... You can just light it up next time, like this. ”

This hug lasted only one sentence.

Taking advantage of the gap when Mo Xiuxiu bandaged him, You Zhiqi looked affectionate again: "Silly Xiuxiu, I want to hold you when I like you." I'm afraid that you will leave, so I will use force. ”

Mo Xiuxiu suddenly stopped the movement in her hand, and frowned slightly: "You won't like me, will you?" And by liking I mean the kind that wants to marry me. ”

You Zhiqi was so frightened by this sentence that his whole body trembled, and his heart beat violently.

How is this possible!?

How can it!?

But—what had he done before? Hold other girls in your arms and refuse to let go of anything.

Fortunately, Mo Xiuxiu didn't think about it, this matter had to be changed to another girl, and he would be treated as a scoundrel and hooligan, and a beating would be light.

In this way, Mo Xiuxiu just stabbed him with a hairpin, which can already be regarded as mercy.

But-it was clear that for a long time, I enjoyed the feeling of hugging her, and this feeling had never even been felt in Hua Lingyue.

When he came back to his senses and seriously thought about Mo Xiuxiu's question, this feeling disappeared again.