Ling Cheng quickly poured his spiritual power into her forehead, and only then did the bleeding stop.

He went to pull the night spirit's hand again, but she still pulled it back, and she smiled: "Xianggong, don't worry, I'm fine! ”

Ling Cheng naturally didn't believe it, but he couldn't find out at this time, the night spirit was actually very stubborn, and if he blindly forced her, it would only exacerbate her pain.

He was distressed, so he hugged her into his arms.

"It's all my fault! I'll give you something light to eat in the future?" the words were full of self-reproach and worry.

Night Spirit smiled and nodded, she knew that this was not an overnutrition at all, but a precursor to spiritual exhaustion.

As early as a few days ago, she felt that her spiritual power was gradually weakening, but she didn't want to take care of it, so she kept it a secret from him.

I didn't expect to have a nosebleed today, and I'm afraid that my body will get worse and worse in the future.

But it would be good to be able to hide it for a few more days, no matter what, she would give birth to this child for him! Because she knew that Ling Cheng loved him very much!

In order to ease the tension, the Night Spirit gently pushed him away, fiddling with the wisp of green silk on his forehead, deliberately diverting the topic.

"I remember the last time you helped that old man ask for a Yin envoy, you turned into a locust tree, and I was very curious at the time, how can you, a mortal, make the art of transfiguration?

But then so much happened, I forgot to ask, how the hell did you do it?"

Ling Cheng forced his sadness, and as soon as he took her restless little hand, he was pulled away by her again.

The night spirit lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look at him, so he hurriedly said, "It's dirty, I'll wash it!" and wanted to escape.

How could Ling Cheng not know her careful thoughts, he pulled the blood-red handkerchief in her hand, walked to the basin shelf, and rubbed it back and forth in the water.

He turned his back to her and explained, "The principle of my transformation of the locust tree is no different from refining the Qiankun bag.

It itself is a dry locust sapling, and I have only used a little spiritual power to urge it, which is a little different from your transfiguration technique out of thin air.

All illusions are illusory, and in a few moments, or in a few days, the illusion will dissipate.

And as long as the locust tree that I have urged with my spiritual power is not deliberately destroyed, it will live forever in heaven and earth.

I say that, do you understand?"

The Night Spirit nodded and chuckled, suddenly remembering the long-cherished wish he shared with him.

Half a year has passed, and they haven't done anything at all, and with their current situation, I'm afraid they can't do anything!

But Ling Cheng can refine the Qiankun bag and the lock demon bag that can contain all things, and there is also this half-virtual and half-real illusion technique, maybe he can create a different world.

"The long-cherished wish of peaceful coexistence between the two worlds is too difficult, have you ever thought about creating a separate space by yourself?

There, demons don't harm people, mortals don't fear demons, they can live together peacefully, and they can even marry like us.

The sun is shining, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, there is no difference between shemales, and there is no distinction between high and low. ”

The night spirit spoke with a fascinated yearning, and a beautiful landscape painting had been sketched in his mind.

There are mountains, waters, geese, and a magnificent palace.

There is a lotus pond in front of the palace, there are many fish in the lotus pond, and the most important thing is that there are four gentlemen in the flowers, plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum.

Ling Cheng gently wiped her blood-stained jade hand and said with a smile: "Hearing you say that, you should already have an idea, let's talk about it!"

"I thought, since you can refine a Qiankun bag that can hold all things, why can't you draw a Qiankun painting that can accommodate 10,000 people?

At that time, we can send the disobedient goblin into the painting and let them mend their ways there.

How do you think you can also send mortals who are not afraid of demons to you and let them live in harmony?"

The eidolon had a smile on his face, waiting for him to say what he wanted.

Ling Cheng lightly hooked the tip of her nose and said with a wicked smile: "Bing Xue is smart, it seems that there has been a lot of progress in this time, so it is better for you to write it!"

After that, he turned around and set up a pen, ink, paper and inkstone by the bookcase, and when everything was ready, he carried her to the bookcase and sat down, and then watched her actions with interest.

The night spirit picked up the sheep's hair, held the wide sleeve with his left hand, lightly dotted the ink, and scraped the tip of the inkstone, ready to show his skills.

Ling Cheng had already walked to sit down opposite her, he held his cheek with one hand, but his eyes stayed on her beautiful face.

Although the night spirit had been smiling, his face was very pale, and there was a bit of tiredness between his eyebrows.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he remembered what Twilight had said, and the uneasiness in his heart increased a little, did he really hurt her?

......

"Alright, look!"

Ye Ling heroically slapped the sheep on the pen rest, and then pulled Ling Cheng back from the wandering god.

He withdrew his gaze, put his hand down a little crampedly, straightened his waist, and then lowered his eyes to look at her 'masterpiece'.

I saw a few big characters on the white rice paper, mountains, stones, water, trees, houses, plums, orchids, bamboos, chrysanthemums, geese, chaoyang, and lotus ponds.

They were put into place, the landscape painting that the night spirit had sketched out in his mind.

Ling Cheng knew her intentions, but deliberately teased: "What a beautiful landscape painting, my Ling'er is ingenious, and I am ashamed of my husband!"

The night spirit smiled, shook his head and learned his movements and returned the salute, "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be!" Although this painting is good, I always feel that something is missing, and I hope that the prince will give me a lot of advice!"

The two looked at each other and laughed out loud.

Her intention was already very obvious, what Ling Cheng had to do was to draw the corresponding scenery in the location she had planned.

Where is there something missing, it is clear that everything is missing!

Ling Cheng glanced at her 'masterpiece' again, and guessed all of the Night Spirit's thoughts.

The plum blossom expresses the spirit of perseverance, the orchid symbolizes elegance and the heart of fame and fortune, the green bamboo means the arrogance that never yields, the chrysanthemum represents its own indisputable nature, and the lotus flower represents the elegance of the mud and not stained.

These all show the sincerity in the hearts of the night spirits, and the love between her and Ling Cheng is like a plum, which comes from suffering, although they are not blessed by anyone, they still can't shake their hearts with each other.

The two of them have a long-cherished wish for peace between the two worlds of demons and demons, and they don't need to be praised by others, they don't seek fame and fortune, they just want to follow their hearts.

Ling Cheng disregarded the worldly eyes and married her like a bamboo, Rao was pointed out by Wanfu, and he would not give in.

For the rest of his life, the night spirit seeks to be like a chrysanthemum, not to seek wealth and wealth, but to seize the day, to get a leisurely place, and to live a life without contention.

Ling Cheng is a demon hunter but never punishes demons, although he was scolded by his master and spurned by the world, he still adheres to his original intention, like a lotus.

......

Ling Cheng put the 'masterpiece' aside, and the sheep hair was free to sway, the temperature of the paper and his fingertips seemed to melt together, and the sheep hair in his hand played back and forth on the paper.

He pursed his lips and smiled, as if at this moment, everything he had was on this rice paper, from shallow to deep, delicately delineated, and at this moment his soul was in this landscape painting that symbolized beauty.

Seeing that the beauty outlined in his heart was generated little by little in his pen, the smile on the night spirit's face also changed from shallow to deep.

Staring at his painting skills, the warmth in her heart surged to her whole body, Rao was tired, and she was still reluctant to close her eyes.

Although she was reluctant to fall asleep, tiredness still hit her over and over again, she yawned vigorously, and when she saw Ling Cheng looking at her, she hooked her lips and smiled.

"If you're sleepy, I'll take you to rest!" Ling Cheng put down the sheep hair in his hand, walked around behind the night spirit, and made a gesture to pick her up.

The Night Spirit kept shaking his head in protest, and said, "I'm not sleepy," and then held his cheeks, staring at the painting that only depicted some rocks and trees.

After staring for a moment, he pointed to a blank space under the trees, tapped his index finger here, and said with a smile, "You can draw a palace here, I want it to be gold bricks and blue tiles, luxurious and luxurious." ”

Ling Cheng deliberately teased: "It turns out that my Ling'er is also a little money fan! Wouldn't living in this wooden house with her husband treat you badly?"

"What girl doesn't like to live in the palace and be held in the palm of her hand like a princess, I am also a woman, naturally ......"

When he turned around, he saw that his handsome face had turned cloudy, and he immediately smiled, and said: "Naturally, I am different from them, I am the princess of the fox clan, and I have lived in this palace for more than three hundred years, so I have long been tired of staying there."

Besides, where is the warmth of our wooden house in the palace?

As long as you are there, it is the greatest treasure in my life!"

"Then why do you want bricks?" he asked, a natural smile on his face.

"Don't you know that the Golden House is so stupid!" the Night Spirit shook his head and sighed, looking innocent.

But she spared a circle, but did not tell her true thoughts, Qiankun painting is indeed her yearning for beauty.

A painting is a painting, and it will never become the real world.

Sending the little demons into a painting would not put them under house arrest.

Even if there is nothing lacking there, it is still just a huge cage, how can it really be possible to achieve harmony between shemales?

As for why Ling Cheng was asked to paint a palace, it was just because she knew the word "Golden House Zangjiao"!

Ever since her spiritual power was gradually lost, she had guessed that the child in her womb might not be a mortal, maybe not even a demon.

As he grew up, he absorbed not his own blood, but spiritual power and essence.

Maybe he will be an existence outside the Six Realms, but there is no doubt that he will also become an existence that the world will not tolerate, or maybe he will also become an existence that the Six Realms cannot tolerate.

At that time, will Ling Cheng still be able to protect him? If not, what should he do?

So she had already planned, if there was really that day, she would take him to hide in this Qiankun painting and live in this golden house, and she would be Ling Cheng's hidden girl.

But in fact, she doesn't know if she can survive until that day.

......

Ling Cheng sat beside her, picked up Yang Hao and wanted to start the pen, but when he saw that the light of the night spirit's eyes had been staying on the tip of the pen, he suddenly withdrew his hand.

The eidolin's gaze followed his movements all the way up until it rested on his cheek.

I saw that he was looking at him with bad intentions, and before he could react, a few more beards appeared on his face.

Three on one side, very symmetrical.

Ling Cheng smiled: "Improper use of words, if you don't learn and have no skills, you should be punished!"