"You are still three hundred years old?" Ling Luoyu suddenly became unhappy: "That age should be your first love, right?"

Mo Xuanchen's eyes changed a little: "...do you know how old I am?"

His age has always been a secret.

Not to mention others, no one knows his specific age even if he calls his brothers with him.

How did she... a little girl who suddenly appeared know!?

"Of course I know, I know a lot of things about you!" Ling Luoyu's fingertips raised Mo Xuanchen's chin and smiled sly: "So, from now on, you must remember every word I said and everything I did... because in your future, you may be able to use it!!"

Without waiting for his answer, she had already let go of her hand mischievously and turned away.

"Give me two hours, I promise to give you a pure little girl..."

Mo Xuanchen was stunned for a moment, and later realized that the girl she was talking about really meant a girl.

However, the idea of ​​asking Ling Luoyu to persuade the girl to give up was just his personal idea.

To put it bluntly, it was the last struggle he made before he left.

If the girl had such strange thoughts as before, then he would take Ling Luoyu away and would never come back.

He doesn't want to be disturbed by such an inexplicable little girl in his life.

When Ling Luoyu saw the girl, she was painting.

Seeing Ling Luoyu come in, the girl just raised her eyelids and had no other reaction.

"Girl, do you want to know what gifts my sister brings to you?" Ling Luoyu took out a bouquet of wild flowers with a smile: "This was picked by my sister himself..."

"I don't need it!" The girl glanced at her coldly, almost hatred: "Also, who told you to enter my room casually?"

This irritable little look and the smell of powdery words surprised Ling Luoyu a little.

Just a thirteen-year-old girl, she actually has such strong resentment?

It seemed as if she was a third party who was killed thousands of times, deeply digging her wall and snatching her man.

This phenomenon is really rare in Ling Luoyu's perception.

Her eyes flashed slightly, and she looked at the painting on the table.

That was a painting that the girl had just finished painting, it was Mo Xuanchen's...sketch!!

Ling Luoyu's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly looked up at her!!

sketch??!

How is this possible?!

In this world, no one can draw sketches.

After scolding Ling Luoyu, the girl ignored her and still lowered her head and silently drew a portrait of Mo Xuanchenshi.

Therefore, I didn't see the horror in Ling Luoyu's eyes.

"You... this painting is so special! Why don't you draw with brushes, but with stones?" Ling Luo pretended to be stupid and naive and came to the girl's side. His eyes flashed with his flapping light, which really seemed to be the first time he saw a sketch.

The girl's body shrank very clearly - this was an instinctive repulsive reaction to Ling Luoyu.

Ling Luoyu: "..."

It seems that no matter from the heart or the bones, the girl hates her to the core and has a deep resentment.

"Sister, can you teach your paintings like this...? I also like this paintings... It's so special..."

"Bang!"

The girl suddenly shook the ink stone in her hand, and her breath suddenly sank. She slowly turned her head, staring at her with a knife.

"You... really want to learn to draw?"
Chapter completed!