Cyra raised her eyebrows, turned her head to look at the girl next to her who was like frost, and suddenly laughed madly: "Hahaha, you are still the first to refuse me." ”

Li Zhining just asked lightly: "The first one?" ”

Cyra didn't know what to think, her smile suddenly stopped, and she put one hand on her cheek, "What a not very pleasant topic." You know, I hate being rejected. ”

Li Zhining: "I don't know. ”

Cyra did not give up, and followed the temptation: "Although I am the god of the West and you are a person from the East, there is no god in the East, and no one can fulfill your wishes." Are you really not interested in hearing about my trades? It really only takes a small price to see everything. ”

Li Zhining's painting action paused: "What price?" ”

Cyra finally got her strength up and said with great interest, "I just need you to give a little bit of your soul." It's like pulling out a strand of hair for you, it doesn't hurt at all, and it won't affect you at all. ”

Li Zhining sneered, "If you need to trade with your soul, isn't that a demon?" ”

Cyra was slightly disgusted, "Don't compare that dirty thing to me. ”

The painting in Li Zhining's hand has already been painted.

She put the gouache down and placed the painting in front of her, long before Cyra.

The roses in the painting are delicate, as if they have been kissed by an angel.

The girl next to her was dressed exactly like Cyla, with delicate red lips and bright eyes.

The only difference from Cyra next to her was that her wide hat was lifted.

After seeing the face on the album, Cyra's pupils also shrank slightly, and she turned to look at Li Zhining's gaze a little sharper, "Your memory has awakened?" ”

Li Zhining smiled: "You want a trace of my soul, but you found out that I haven't awakened yet, and you want me to have no possibility of awakening." But I'm not as good as you would like. ”

Cyla's face changed slightly, and she suddenly thought of a possibility, "Have you seen Shi Ling?" ”

She turned to leave.

However, Li Zhining said coldly: "Come if you want to, leave if you want to?" ”

Cyra wasn't sure how much she had awakened, and turned her head to look at her, "Or else?" Stay and model for you? ”

Li Zhining poked at her eye with a gouache, Sila sneered, raised her hand and slapped her hand away, but at this time, Li Zhining suddenly turned her hand and lifted her hat.

Under the wide black brim, there is an oriental face with European and American makeup.

The scene at this moment is exactly the same as the painting painted by Li Zhining just now.

Sila raised her hand and picked up the hat in the air, then put it on her head, threw the rose in her hand towards Li Zhining, and then disappeared in place.

The rose stabbed at Li Zhining's heart like an arrow, and there was no way to avoid it, so she could only reach out and grab the branch of the rose.

There was a sharp stinging pain in his palm, and blood fell in beads.

Without frowning, she pulled out the thorns of the roses, threw them into the trash can containing painting waste on the side, and drew a few tissues to wipe the blood from her palms.

She picked up the album and flipped a page forward.

This painting is almost the same as the one she gave to Shi Ling.

But the only difference is that the back she gave Shi Ling was about to turn around.

And she looked back with a glimpse.

She gently stroked the cold and compassionate beautiful face in the album with her fingertips, as if she was looking at the only god above the nine heavens, "Who said that I have no god in the East......

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Good night

Come on tomorrow for the graduate school entrance examination!

Everything you see goes ashore!