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Although the smirk was very nice, Fang Yue was shocked. He grabbed a piece of white paper in the panic and put it on the door. He screamed at the door. "Who is outside the door?"

There was no one outside the door for a long time.

nobody.

Fang Yue thought that he had an auditory hallucination, and he just breathed a sigh of relief. A singer of a pleasant voice suddenly came, and it seemed as if he was whispering in his ear: "The son is awkward."

The more the party was scared, the cold sweat came out. He jerked his head and quickly looked around for a week.

There is no one, where did the voice come from?

"The son, don't look for it, I am in the painting."

Fang Yue’s eyes suddenly widened, his eyes moved down a little, and he finally landed on the white paper.

He slowly moved the blank paper of the cover and stared at the beautiful girl in the painting.

At this time, the beauty in the painting seemed to be alive. He saw the brilliance of the flow from the eyes of the beautiful man!

Suddenly, the beauty squinted at him.

"Ah!" Fang was shocked and slammed back a big step. As a result, he was kicked by the chair behind him and sat down on the floor.

Nan Xiao chuckled and said: "The son of the public confided in my heart and treated me as a confidante, but the reaction of the son is not like treating me as a confidant."

The more the wolf fell to the ground, the more quickly he climbed up. His eyes were stuck on the painting, and his eyes were motionless.

The beautiful woman who was still in motion in the painting slightly bent her lips and smiled at him.

When the beauty stared at the person before, the cold and indifferent gaze made him dare not look straight, but now the eyes are filled with laughter, and the smile will not cause any sorrowful thoughts, just more than the original appearance. Fireworks.

After the shock of the moment, Fang Yue’s heart burst into a huge joy.

"You, you are... Could it be that God heard my wish and turned you into a living person?"

Nan Xiao smiled and said: "I am not a human."

When Fang heard this sentence, he was not afraid, but he was excited and said: "You are so beautiful, naturally not a person, you are a fairy in painting!"

Nanxun shook his head: "The son of the son has slandered me. The sin is not dare to be a painter, but a painting is awesome."

"Drawing the spirit..." Fang whispered a word, saying: "That is also similar to the painting fairy. Painting the spirit, do you have a name?"

When he had just finished asking this, he blushed his face, and his eyes quickly moved away from the beautiful face of the beautiful woman, bowing his head and yelling at her: "Small students should not rush to ask the girl's nickname, it is a small abrupt."

Nanxun opera said: "I am not your human being. Naturally, I don't have to pay attention to these rituals. However, I don't want to tell you my name for the time being, you will call me to paint the spirit..."

After the appearance of the painting spirit, Fang will boldly hang this picture of the unspeakable public on the wall of the study, and no one can enter the study without his permission.

The beautiful person in the painting sat or stood, and did not make the fascinating posture in the original picture. Because the material on the body was too light and thin, Nanxun also wrapped the gauze floating in the painting on his body, obscuring the cockroach. The arm and the collarbone, and the falling skirt also covered the slender legs and jade feet.

Although Fang Yue regrets, the heart of the incitement has calmed down a lot.

At first, he thought that he had a red-pink beauty to accompany him. Unexpectedly, this beautiful painting of the gods knows the four books and five classics, and he also paints poems and learns deeply.

Every day, she will chat with him for a few words, but most of the time she will test him like a female gentleman. If she can't answer it, she will be teased and laughed.

"Drawing the spirit, I didn't expect you to be a talented woman." Fang Yue sighed: "I have not been able to read a woman in a year."

Because of the profound knowledge of the other side, Fang Yue has a little more respect for the painting spirit, and the guilt in his heart has also faded a little, becoming a more forbearing love.

It’s rare to learn a woman who is so beautiful and beautiful, how can people not be obsessed with it? What's more... He has also seen the appearance of paintings, and even if he can't see it now, her ice muscles are already deeply engraved in his mind.

Nanxun explained: "The son does not have to compare with me. I have existed for hundreds of years, and the former owners are all capable people. I just listened a lot, so I will be."

Then, Nanxun talked about the interesting things of some of the former scroll masters. These masters include the palace aristocrats, the literary generals, the famous family, etc., and they are the best people, they are all great people.

Fang Yue was very interested, but when I thought that I was just a small person, I couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated. "You don’t want to paint the spirit. You are so big. So, I am the worst of all your hosts. ?"

Nanxun said: "I have a good view of the son. If I study hard, I will definitely name the gold medal in the future, so the son is not bad."

Fang Yue listened to these words, and his heart was full of anger.

"Draw the spirit, can you still remember the painting artist who painted you?" Fang asked curiously.

Nan Xiao smiled and said: "It doesn't matter who I paint. The son knows what kind of painting is this?"

Fang Yue had long guessed that his cheeks were red and red, and he was euphemistically saying: "Nature is a beautiful painting."

"Where is I wearing an exposed beauty painting? The painter wanted to paint a picture of the **** palace, but after painting me, he did not move another person."

Fang saw her puncture, her face was redder, and said: "The painter probably didn't think that there would be such a dusty fairy in his pen. You are so talented, how can the artist paint more? Man to taint you?"

In fact, at the beginning, Fang Yue did not see the clues, but only after seeing more times, this found some strange things, such as the position of the beauty is somewhat biased. According to the original layout of the artist, there should be someone behind her - a man who is happy with her.

Fang Yue has counted countless times about the man who should have appeared in what position to lie next to the beauty.

Did he hold her waist, one hand... or he gently kissed her slender neck, acting Meng Lang...

Later, the more suddenly he understood the meaning of the artist.

Although there is no man in this picture, it is more brilliant than the **** picture of a man. He is letting the person who views the picture substitute himself into the role of the man, and he fantasizes himself...

He also fantasized about smashing the beauty of the painting many times in his mind.

Thinking of this, Fang Yue once again felt ashamed of the clear and indifferent scorpions of the beautiful people.

Painting is not a slutty woman who makes people play. She is so beautiful...

Nanxun won a good impression of Fang Yue in a few days. This kind of good feeling is not simply obsessive, but with a bit of respect.

At the beginning of Little Bayi, I still don’t understand why Nanxun talked with the party about the ancient talks. After Nanxun’s dialing, it’s suddenly clear. “Do you want Fang to give you a whitewash?” Nanhao: “This is not called washing. White, I didn't have black. I don't have any demon now, but I am not a human being. This is not enough for the big boss to let me go. If there is a party, it proves that I am a good goblin, oh no, good. Painting the spirit, the big boss will not kill me on the spot, but

With his temper, he will never let go of any monster, so the final result is most likely that he took me away. ”

Xiao Ba exclaimed: "Dear, you count very well!"

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On this evening, a young man passed by the alley in the city. When he noticed something, he could not help but lean over his head and look forward to the direction of Fang Zhai.

Because the man's dress is out of place here, the people on the streets have seen it.

When you see the man's appearance, everyone can't help but flash the stunning colors. Good boy's son!