"Zhou Xun, I'm hungry."

Paralyzed on Zhou Xun's stomach, swinging his feet, the evil winning kite shook his white jade-like forearms, and said boredly:

"I want to eat the trough cake, the honey-stained kind. I stole two pieces from a caravan's wagon when I ran away, and they were so sweet, but I ate them all, or you could have tasted them. ”

"yes, let's eat it later."

Touching the girl's soft long hair, Zhou Xun looked at the two paintings that were glued together in the stone room, as well as Zhou Li's figure above, and said calmly: "The trough cake should actually be soaked in milk, it is fluffy and soft, and it is very sweet." ”

"It must be delicious."

A look of yearning appeared on the little face of the evil winning kite, she grabbed the corner of Zhou Xun's clothes, shook it slightly, and asked, "Is Beiliang interesting?" ”

"It's interesting."

Nodding, a faint smile appeared on Zhou Xun's face: "There are a lot of interesting people in Beiliang, and there are many delicious pastries. You don't know, the fish made by Sister Tao Yao is particularly delicious, and the cake she bakes is also a must in Beiliang. and Tang Guan, as long as she is there, there will be no leftovers at home, she eats everything except plates. ”

"Then she's not as good as me."

Raising his hand, the evil kite said proudly: "I can even eat a plate." ”

Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Zhou Xun's face. His eyes were still firmly fixed on Zhou Li in the painting, as well as the "opal residues" with a faint halo, and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

"Let's go to Beiliang."

patted the girl on the shoulder, Zhou Xun said softly: "Go find Sister Taoyao, she cooks deliciously." ”

"I can't go."

Curled up with a small body, the evil kite shook his head, and the cute cat-teasing pigtail swept over Zhou Xun's cheeks, tickling.

"I tried just now, but the stone door of the studio still won't open. This means that we can't leave here until they crack the demons, leave the painting, and then open the ban on the studio. ”

"Let me stay a little longer."

Putting his ear on Zhou Xun's chest, closing his eyes, Evil Win Kite said softly: "I like the smell of you so much, just like I have known you for a long time." However, I have only lived for one day, and today is the first time I have seen you. ”

"Don't be so sad?"

Zhou Xun suddenly laughed, and he stood up under the surprised gaze of the evil winning kite, lifted her from himself, and put her on the ground. Then he leaned down, touched the head of the evil winning kite, and said with a smile:

"Let's go, it's not our style to sit back and wait."

The evil winning kite was stunned.

She looked at Zhou Xun blankly, and a big question mark appeared on her face.

"The Yellow Painter is not a villain."

Zhou Xun leaned down and picked up the paintbrush that was thrown on the ground by the evil winning kite.

"I tried, but the brush won't open the door."

The evil kite wanted to sit back on the ground in frustration, but was lifted up by Zhou Xun like a kitten.

"It's a paintbrush, and it won't open the door."

The evil winning kite that was lifted up didn't bother to struggle, and its limbs swayed casually, as lazy and cute as a fair-skinned cat.

Zhou Xun walked to the door with a paintbrush and a bad winning kite, lifted the pen, and drew a door lock on the door. Then, another key was drawn.

"No, you really think this is a god..."

Just when Evil Win Kite was powerless and wanted to complain, she suddenly opened her small mouth wide, her eyes were round, and her face was full of surprise.

Opening the door lock, Zhou Xun pushed open the stone door, and said to the evil winner with a smile: "The studio is everything for a painter, so the tomb is the last light of the painter." ”

"Do you think that the person who can turn a painting into a secret realm is a miserable person cursed by yellow clothes, or a great painter who is obsessed with painting?"

Pushing open the door, the yellow-clothed painter sits on a stone chair, holding a pen in his left hand, grinding with his right hand, and the tentacles behind him are tiled on the drawing paper. He lifted his head, revealing his face covered by a spiral mask, and an ethereal voice rang out slowly.

[The studio has been opened, go and stay for yourself]

"Thank you, immortals."

Zhou Xun turned his back to the evil kite with a surprised face, and respectfully saluted the yellow-clothed painter. Because it was only now that he understood the intention of the yellow-clothed painter.

He is neither evil nor good, he is just a god who paints the confusion in people's hearts and allows people to solve the demons in the paintings.

The demon in Ying Kite's heart is her ancient country of Loulan.

Zhuge Qing's inner demon is Wuzhang Yuan.

And Zhou Li didn't have a demon in his heart, so the yellow-clothed painter didn't draw his heart. Of course, it is also possible that the painter in yellow really did not want to let the masterpieces such as "Gotham Nightmare Zhang Sohao", "Maggot Sea Rushing Gui Daozi", and "Full of Dead Man's Knife" come out in advance.

But there is another person with demons.

That's the evil winning kite.

Her inner demon is herself.

She wasn't afraid to win the kite because that's who she is. What the evil winning kite is afraid of is this rude and willful self, and he doesn't want to return to himself in the body of the winning kite.

She worries that her willfulness will cause trouble, and that her wrong existence will hurt others. So, when she wields the brush, she thinks about "trapping them" rather than "hurting them".

That's why Zhou Xun wants to help this poor and cute girl so much.

The biggest "evil" in a person's heart is the fear that his careful life will bring trouble to others.

It's not fair...

Zhou Xun turned his head, and under the gaze of the yellow-clothed painter, he chuckled and said to the evil winning kite, who was at a loss: "They can all crack their own demons, and you have to crack them too, otherwise it will be too unfair." ”

"I..."

The evil kite opened her mouth, but she didn't know what she was going to say. She looked at the young man in front of her in a daze, and her dark eyes were shining with a beautiful crystal. Pursing her lips, she nodded vigorously at Zhou Xun.

"I believe in you."

With just four words, the evil wins the kite and entrusts himself to the good Zhou Li in front of him.

Stretching out his hand, the delicate white little hand was placed in Zhou Xun's thick palm. Just like the intertwining of yin and yang, the eyes of the two invariably flashed each other's figures.

The two people who shouldn't have existed, half of the people missing, are now finally complete.

Tiger Charm Separates Good from Good?

That's just appearances.

What is really separated from the tiger charm is yin and yang.

The brush slowly stopped, and a tiger charm that fused yin and yang came alive on the drawing paper. He lightly clicked on the stone table, raised his head, and the hoarse voice of the yellow-clothed painter resounded in the studio.

[One stroke missing]

[I can't draw this one.] For I am neither you nor her. In the same way, you can't draw it.]

Putting away the brush, the wide embroidered robe was flicked at will, and the distorted ink marks swallowed the figure, and the yellow-clothed painter disappeared into the stone room. Only the long painting that was glued together remained, and a tiger charm that was just one stroke away.

Zhou Xun stretched his waist and naturally complained. Then he looked at the evil kite beside him, and said with a chuckle: "If you are not there, the kite will not be complete, and if Zhou Li wants to help her break the nightmare, there is no way to talk about it." ”

"I'm not here, Zhou Li must have thought about a bunch of flowers, but he couldn't sort himself out because he didn't have a complete mind, and then he didn't do anything, like a stupid goose."

"So, let's go."

Don't dare to move, don't dare to move.

Zhou Li on the camel felt the softness and gentleness behind him, not to mention the whole life, people were about to stiffen.

(End of chapter)