I didn't sleep for a day and a night, but I didn't feel sleepy.

In the afternoon, the bird spirit brought back a prison cow, carrying a heavy painting box and a straw hat on his head, like a gentleman in the mortal world.

I sat down at the stone table and stared at him twice. The prisoner of the cow looked like a man and said, "Meet my king." ”

I also knew that my description was quite powerful and terrifying, for fear that he would be frightened and uninspired, and he would not be able to draw the appearance of Xiye, so he looked away lightly, "Have you seen his paintings?"

Naturally, it was the bird spirit who asked, and the bird spirit nodded again and again, "Reliable, reliable! He is the best in the demon world, and he can also paint dreams." ”

"What do you mean by painting dreams?"

Seeing that I was puzzled, the bird spirit hurriedly explained: "The prison cow has a pen and flowers, and you can draw a piece of light and shadow like a dream, and you can step into it when you look at it again in the future, and you can be immersive." ”

"Very good!" I summoned the left and right demon attendants, "and don't wait for Mr. Prisoner Niu to sit down!, bring the lamb slaughtered yesterday to Mr. to taste!"

The prisoner cow touched his beard and sat down, and was not in a hurry to eat the meat, but asked me, "I wonder who my king wants to paint?"

I sat in front of the gate of the cave in the middle of the night, and I never left for half a moment.

The door of the cave was smashed by my palm, and the scene inside was unobstructed at this moment, such as now he was reading the Heart Sutra elegantly and leisurely, with a book rolled in his fingertips, and a few strands of black hair falling down......

Every time I look at it, I can't help but swallow.

The prisoner cow followed my gaze and sighed "sure enough" without a tail.

"Sure what?" "I don't like the banshee to look at Xiye, and the male demon looks at Xiye, and I am also very angry."

The prisoner cow was not afraid of me at all, and without answering, he took out his drawing paper, pen and ink to paint.

Xu was wary of me all day, and after reading the Heart Sutra for a while, he was a little sleepy, his fingertips slipped off the book, and he leaned against the stone bed and closed his eyes to rest.

Qingjun's side face was tinged with a softness that was rarely seen in ordinary times, although I knew that he was an immortal and would not have any more pain, but I still couldn't help but walk over with very light steps and put my robe on his body.

This time he didn't open his eyes, and his fanned eyelashes were glowing with a light blue, and he didn't know what he was worried about recently.

His body shook, and the slippery side face touched my palm, and I was stunned, standing in place like a lightning strike, not daring to move, and even holding my breath.

The delicate and slightly cool skin was like a piece of cold jade, I was very soft and careful, and suddenly I was worried that the palm of my perennial halberd would not be too rough, making him uncomfortable.

It wasn't until the imprisoned cow sitting outside the cave beckoned to finish the painting that I carefully helped him to place his body on the stone bed, and carefully covered his coat, and when I was about to leave, I noticed a lotus flower mark in his palm.

The lotus lining was just right for him, and when he put his arm into his coat, he accidentally touched the lotus in his palm, and it was hot.

The wonderful thing is that one of the petals in the lotus flower in his palm slowly turned red, as if there was a Danqing skillful hand secretly drawing the color.

What does this mean?

Seeing that he was sleeping deeply, I couldn't bear to ask, and quietly left the cave. The prisoner cow who had been waiting outside the cave for a long time handed over the drawing paper, and I looked at it carefully one by one.

The bleak night between the white papers, the demeanor is dusty, the eyebrows are cold, or the posture of sitting or lying is pleasant to the eye.

But I always felt that something was missing, and when I saw the last picture, my palm tightened and almost tore apart.

The last picture is a tall and strong bull-headed monster, who is dressing the jade beauty-like Xiye, and the painting is so expressive that I can't help but sigh when I see it, the beautiful man is matched with a beast, and then the green tendons on his forehead jump.

The bird spirit shouted first, "What do you draw?

The prisoner cow glanced at me and said sincerely: "Actually, it's uglier, I've already made it with a clear conscience." I am not good at painting, and I ask my king to forgive me. ”

I also looked at him "sincerely", "The painting skills are really not good, you can't paint one thousandth of the style of the night." ”

He nodded, "My king is right, because my heart is not in him." ”

"What do you mean by that?" I raised my voice as I raised my eyebrows.

He sighed again, "The rumors from the outside world are indeed true, my king broke his sleeve on the body of the Kunlun Shangxian. I can draw all the faces, but I can't draw a single word of love. ”

I touched my face in surprise, was my affection for him so obvious?

"It's all spread from the outside world?"

The prisoner nodded, "Everyone knows it. ”

"This king has broken sleeves, do you have any objections?" my voice was cold for a moment.

He was extremely sincere, "There is no objection, Xiaomin had doubts before he saw the Immortal Monarch, and after seeing the Immortal Monarch's bones, he only felt that my king should have broken his sleeves." ”

He also proposed: "My king should watch closely, don't be robbed by the heavenly immortals." ”

This proposal won my heart, the heavenly fairy is moving one by one, and my appearance is a "man's body", and I will lose if I don't compare.

You have to find a way to keep an eye on Xiye, and it's best not to leave me for a single step!