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The flower house is large and round in shape, with a waist-thick tree every five or six meters on the periphery, with a straight trunk and a crown at the top that is connected by branches and leaves.

Outside the tree circle, there is a shell made of magic materials, and the scenery outside can be clearly seen, and where you can see it, the forest is in full swing, as if you have entered a forest park in late autumn. Beneath the tall trees, shrubs and flowers stretch out their leaves freely, revealing the natural trend of unpruned.

Sangsang walked around the perimeter and did not find an exit.

It's like an insect trapped in a glass bottle, freedom is close at hand, but you can't climb out.

Sangsang looked around, looked up at the canopy of trees that were intertwined and connected to form a green corridor in the sky, and turned to walk back.

Or rather, it's an enlarged birdcage, and the trees are the railings. ”

Not far from the bed, there is a wooden house, covered with green vines, hidden in the lush flowers and trees, if you don't get closer, the door will automatically open, and you can't find it unless you look closely.

The wooden house is divided into several rooms, bathrooms, toilets, and a cloakroom with a wardrobe full of clothes, and a lot of jewelry on the dressing table.

"Looks like an ornamental bird. ”

Sang Sang sneered in his heart, and rummaged through the wardrobe, all of which were pink doll suits, or cumbersome princess dresses, each of which was worth a lot of money in terms of design and cut fabrics. The same goes for jewelry, which is delicate and delicate, inlaid with beads and treasures.

Sang Sang flipped and rolled, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he picked up a bracelet to take a closer look.

A silk purple gold bracelet with a bell, the silk is silver, only the thickness of a hair, and it is tightly wrapped around the purple gold bracelet body.

This is...... Also known as the "cut gold thread" in the black market, Keralf Gem Thread is one of the assassination weapons that are easy to carry around.

Sangsang turned out an earring, sharpened one end of the earring, removed the silk on the bracelet, and then removed a ring precious metal ring to wrap the "Kelaf Gem Line" on it......

"Smack!" the corner of the table hit the floor with a crunch.

Sang Sang stroked the smooth incision of the corner of the table, except that the "cut gold line" was a little short, and the tools in his hand were limited, so there was nothing to be picky about.

She wrapped the "cut gold thread" and put the ring on her index finger, finally feeling a little safe.

Restore the dismantled jewelry as much as possible, tuck it into the middle at will, and then start to freshen up, change into a relatively simple dress, and leave the wooden house where I stayed for nearly an hour.

"The little master ...... early"

As soon as he went out, he saw a white shadow rushing over, and Sang Sang subconsciously waved his hand and slapped the white shadow back.

“...... Quiet. ”

The white shadow fell into the flowers, struggled to jump out, with a petal on its head, did not dare to approach Sangsang again, and stopped a meter away.

"Dandan is a bad guy! Dandan scared the little master! Does the little master's hand hurt?"

An egg, the size of a human head, with a shell wrapped in soft short hair, two sapphires embedded in the egg as eyes, and two chubby short energy wings on its back, fluttering when flying, like a child's stuffed animal.

Babysitter robots?

Sang Sang narrowed his eyes: "Who is your master?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have enough permission to answer. The flying egg circled in place: "The egg is a bad egg! The egg can't answer the little master's question......"

Sang Sang asked again: "Who is the master here?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have enough permission to answer. Flying Egg muttered that Balls was a bad guy and was about to spin himself out.

"Report the specific address here. ”

"Sorry, not enough permissions......"

Sangsang gave up asking the fool who couldn't say anything.

"Report the time now. ”

Finally, there is a question that can be answered.

The fool fluttered his wings and jumped up, fluttering the eight figures, and replied cheerfully: "It is 8:0351 on the 12th day of the seventh month of the 4023 ephemeris." Little host, you haven't had breakfast yet. ”

A day and a night passed.

The fool hit Sangsang's back again and again, and pushed her to the other end of the flower room, where on the delicate table formed by the entwining of flower branches, there were dishes, porridge, small vegetables and juices, and all kinds of fruits cut into chubby little animals.

Sang Sang touched the chair formed by the entanglement of flower branches at the same time, pulled out a small flower, and pinched it hard, and the white lily of the valley turned into a drop of molten metal, rolling in the palm of his hand.

It's good, no need to ask or guess.

Magic material exterior walls, memory metal furniture, and such childish taste, there is no one else except the Luo family's Luo Dashao!

Sangsang sat down and drank the porridge in one gulp.

She won't grieve her belly, people are willing to raise it for nothing, so let him raise it, anyway, the seventh master is dead, and she hasn't figured out who the next target is, and Luo Dashao will trap her for three years at most.

Whether it is porridge or side dishes, it is made of pure natural food, which is countless times more delicious than synthetic food, so that Sangsang, who is accustomed to eating nutrients, can eat it.

Looking at the last fruit little fat bear, Sang Sang touched his stomach, burped, and still pinched it and stuffed it in his mouth.

Well, you can't waste it, just hold it in your mouth and wait until your stomach has a little room to digest before swallowing.

The fool flew around like a fly on the side, and he told Sangsang to pay attention to a healthy diet, not to overeat, which is not good for the stomach......

Sang Sang leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The dishes on the table suddenly moved on their own, as if a pair of invisible hands were cleaning them up, stacking them on top of each other, flying higher and higher and higher, and then disappearing from sight. After a while, a glass of water and a bottle of children's diet tablets fell from the sky, and the mouth of the bottle automatically unscrewed, and a chicken-shaped tablet jumped out and floated in front of Sang Sang.

The tablets are orange in color and have a sweet and sour candy scent.

Sang Sang didn't even have the ** to scold in her heart, this kind of treatment, even when her father was still there, she only enjoyed it when she was four or five years old, and since she was six years old, she has never taken sugar-coated medicine.

The diet pills persistently floated around her mouth, and Sang Sang reached out to catch them, but the pills would still hide.

"No...... Ahem...... Eat ......"

Sangsang opened his mouth to expel it, but gave the pill a chance to fly into his mouth.

Hell, she hates this slightly sweet and sour taste that gives people a feeling of happiness the most!

Sang Sang coughed, and hurriedly poured water to wash away the sweet and sour taste.

"Little master, you have to be well-behaved, obedient children will be rewarded. ”

Sangsang's forehead was bruised.

Calm down, be calm, who knows if Luo Dashao is monitoring in real time.

Sangsang closed his eyes and asked, "What authority do I have?"

The fool replied: "Q-level permission, you can order food, and if you have other needs, you need to apply to the host." ”

Q-level clearance, for children under the age of six, it seems that the other party is treating her as a baby.

Sang Sang grinded his teeth secretly: "Apply to your master and return to me what you took from me." ”

In less than three seconds, the fool spoke: "I'm sorry, little master, the application was rejected." ”

The feedback speed is so fast, that is to say, Luo Dashao is really paying attention at any time.

"Continue to apply, and return some of them, only the light brain can be. ”

Almost immediately, the fool gave the answer: "I'm sorry, little master, the application was denied." ”

Sang Sang was silent, and the fool put on pure music, and the melodious sound of the piano wafted in the flower room.

After a while, Sangsang said, "I want to see him, tell your master, I want to see him." ”

This time he waited for a while, and then the fool said, "I'm sorry, little master, the master will naturally meet you when he says he wants to see you." ”

The expected answer.

Although Sangsang was angry, he did not lose his cool. What was Luo Da Shao thinking? Unfortunately, when she entered the Luo family in her previous life, Luo Da Shao was already dead, and he didn't know much about the actual ruler of the current Luo family, who was known as the iron-blooded tyrant, and it was said that he liked cute little girls......

I hope it's not the disgusting pervert of the Seventh Master.

"I want a complete set of color ink painting tools, with more paper. ”

Sangsang's patience is never lacking when needed. Painting is the best way to spend time and the best way to settle down.

This time, the fool's answer was yes, and it didn't take long for a set of painting tools to fall from the sky, and even the easel was prepared.

The flower room has been carefully arranged, strange flowers and plants, rockery winding road, watering system such as a bend of the stream, from the rockery murmuring through.

One step at a time, everywhere can be painted.

Sang Sang lived in the flower room, in addition to eating and sleeping, he was painting, and even the fool became a scene in the painting.

Mr. Qing Lao once said that true painters, even if they are in a bad environment, as long as they pick up the pen, they can find fun and hope, because they paint with their hearts.

Sang Sang didn't know what heart painting was, but she knew that painting could sort out her spiritual power and make it more pure.

One day, two days...... Sang Sang didn't ask again, and the other party didn't come to see her, and time passed slowly in the brush smearing.

"Momiji, the old man doesn't know what life you lived before, but let him pass the past, grasp the present, don't lose the present because of the past, people always have to look forward. ”

"Momiji, you have to understand that painting is not about putting the scenery you see on paper, so light brain photography does better than you. Instead, you see a scene, your heart is moved, and then you use pen and paper to leave a scene that makes your heart move. ”

"Momiji, your hand-painted foundation is very good, but it lacks a soul, and a painting without a soul is just an orderly mass of colors. I'll teach you a secret, when you draw, you don't need to look at it, you look at it with your heart. You will find that when you are happy, the flower is singing even if it withers. When you are sad, even if the flower is in full bloom, it will wither. When you are hopeful for the future, even a single piece of grass can support your world......"

"Momiji, people nowadays don't understand that painting is not an art of showing off elegance, you can learn it with your hands. And you need to use your heart and soul, and you will find that it is actually a kind of 'Tao', a kind of spiritual realm......"

There are some words that cannot be forgotten even if time passes and is reincarnated.

Mr. Qing's teachings are vivid, and Sangsang's world seems to be only left with herself, and the paper in front of her.

Toning, smearing one stroke at a time.

The main body of the painting is a piece of grass with water droplets hanging from the leaves.

Grass green, tea green, tender green, green green, dark green, light green, dark green...... There is only one color in the whole picture, and that is green. Deep and light green, every stroke, every leaf, but there are differences, and finally, the light yellow highlights, pure white dots and water droplets.

Sang Sang looked at the tip of the pen and was puzzled: "Is it the soul of the painting?" or my soul?"

Green should be full of vitality. But the painting in front of me is obviously made of green, but it is as illusory as that water droplet, which will be shattered in the next moment, full of uneasiness and coldness.

Isn't this grass able to hold up my world......

"What I want is a feeling of warmth, why does it look cold?"

[Because you use too much blue-green, blue-green, and turquoise, the picture is cold.] If you want a warm feeling, use yellow and green. 】

The voice of the fool suddenly appeared in Sangsang's head.

Yes, ringing directly in the head, not in the ears.

The fool fluttered his wings and tried to squeeze onto her shoulder and sit down.

Sang Sang's eyes froze, and he threw the brush into the automatic pen washer: "I remember to shut you up." ”

[It's me, Sangsang. 】

PS: Thank you wuyudan for the peace charm.