Qiuqiu couldn't help staring at the exposed part of him.
Shi'er's figure is absolutely undeniable!
Wearing clothes, it is a fairy-like style, long sleeves, but taking off the clothes is also very material. It is the type that makes you look slim and undressing.
Qiuqiu felt like a beggar suddenly bumped into the rich man's house. He only saw the colorful eyes, and it was very attractive everywhere.
Ah, wait!
Things are good things, but good things have their own masters!
After being glanced at by Shi'er, Qiuqiu quickly retracted the thief's eyes.
Shi'er was as calm as usual, but wearing such a dress was not the time when he was wrapped tightly. If he put on such a face, he could not see the majesty or nobleness of any peak master.
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Shi'er really wanted to ask her, what kind of clothes is this? Where did she see such clothes?
Why did she put this outfit on him?
The two of them were speechless and silently met for a while. Qiuqiu tried to change the topic: "Moshuang is quite useful... The things drawn can become real."
She was indeed successfully diverted from Shi'er's attention.
He looked at the pen in his hand and also drew it on the paper in front of him.
Of course, his painting skills are much better than Qiuqiu's half-bottle of water. He just clicked the pen a few times, and a bunch of ink-colored orchids became vividly on the paper.
Qiuqiu peeked at him while looking at the painting.
This is her man, she is so talented, there is nothing he can't do, nothing that can stump him.
The orchid is finished painting, and there are sporadic flowers blooming among the lush orchid leaves.
Qiuqiu blinked, but the orchid didn't change. She rubbed her eyes again. The orchid was still on the paper.
It's so strange, why does Shi'er's paintings become real?
Qiuqiu took the pen over and drew a flower like Shi'er. Peony and other things were too complicated. She drew a big trumpet flower. When she drew a flower, the trumpet flower became a thing of useless for a second.
A real flower.
Qiuqiu was a little afraid to look at Shi'er's face.
What's this called?
If you want to talk about your skills, she is far inferior to Shi'er. If you want to talk about your knowledge, the two are not comparable at all. If you want to talk about your age... Although she has never asked about Shi'er's real age, it should be more than ten times her age.
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But what she painted would come true, and what she painted was still painted.
Too slap in the face.
Qiuqiu smiled sincerely and handed the pen to Shi'er: "Try again."
"No need." Shi'er didn't care at all and refused her calmly: "No matter how much you draw, you won't change."
"why is that?"
"Because this is your world."
Qiuqiu blinked.
So the problem is not Mo Shuang and him, but because of this environment.
This is her home court, and he can't play it out.
Just as he said just now, if this is a dream, then this is also her dream. Everything here is built by her.
But why did she build such a dream?
Qiuqiu held Mo Shuang and thought for a long time, but she couldn't figure it out, so she simply didn't think about it.
She couldn't figure out such a profound philosophical problem, so she still didn't bother with her poor brain capacity.
Shi'er's outfit is so cool and pleasing to the eye!
Why did she just think about drawing a bathrobe for him, not thinking about drawing a bikini for him, or something like that...
If she draws a suspender shirt and other things become real now, will he be willing to change it?
Just think about it with your toes, and if he wants to be willing, there will be a ghost.
Even if the two are so close, the older men always have good face... and some requests are that their heads can be cut off and their blood can be shed, but they are determined not to agree.
Qiuqiu is on his feet: he has drawn many small circles, one by one.
Shi'er asked her: "What are you painting?"
Qiuqiu tilted her head and looked at it: "Nine Lives."
However, Qiuqiu understood it after being said by Shi'er.
Since you come, you can feel at ease. Don’t think too much. If you have to play, let’s have fun first.
She quickly drew a rocking chair and solved the problem of sitting first.
The two of them sat on the double rocking chair she drew, a little squeezed... Their legs were next to each other, and their shoulders were leaning against each other. If they wanted to sit looser, they could only move a place to change their seats.
It was on Shi'er's legs.
Qiuqiu said a little embarrassedly: "The painting is smaller."
Inner voiceover: It seems that the painting is still a bit too wide...
Shi'er said indifferently: "It doesn't matter."
If I had known it would have drawn a little more.
Qiuqiu is quite regretful.
It’s not a big deal that the two of them sat facing a bare whiteboard. It’s not easy to get along with the moon. It’s hard to get along with the moon, so there must be flowers.
So Qiuqiu started to write and drew a bunch of flowers next to the two of them. Due to the strength of the brush, the painting was not very neat, but the artistic conception was already there.
She even drew a few very abstract wavy lines.
Shi'er already knew her very well. The wave lines turned into flowing streams, running by their feet.
There are water and flowers, and the two of them sit together sweetly. Although the birds do not speak, the flowers do not smell, these small flaws can be ignored.
Qiuqiu secretly sweetened her heart for a long time, and then she remembered an important question.
"Hey, this is my dream, that means, our bodies are still outside?"
“By the lake.”
Qiuqiu thought about it. If someone outside wants to find them, it would be a bad thing. If there is something urgent, it will be a fool. I can't find anyone at all. Who would have thought that they walked into a painting and then left their bodies in the painting.
, the consciousness ran into the dream again... This is a large drawer and a small drawer. There is a small wooden box in the drawer, so the gods are afraid that they will not be able to find them.
"Then, we have to go out early. Otherwise, what if there is something outside to ask you for something?"
"Yes." Shi'er was still slow and could not see any nervousness.
But how to get out?
I tried it just now when Qiuqiu came in, but the problem is that no matter where he goes, there is no way out.
This broken place is a true portrayal of no way to heaven and no way to the earth!
Qiuqiu stood up and wandered around Shi'er. He couldn't find a way out, so he could only turn his eyes to the only two people in the world who could breathe.
"You help think of a solution, what if something goes wrong?"
Shi'er slowly pinched his thin yukata again, twisted it gently and let go of his hand.
?
this……
Qiuqiu blinked, and the small light bulb in her head lit up with a "biu".
Understand!
Without saying a word, Qiuqiu squatted down and used his pen as if he was flying, and immediately drew a buckle with a high tie and a hood!
This dress is super simple to draw, and as soon as it becomes real, Qiuqiu immediately held the dress in both hands and gave it to Shier.
Shi'er tied his cloak well. All the spring light was covered with airtight, so he raised his hand and gave a reminder: "This is your sea of consciousness. Whether you want to go out or not is only in your thoughts."
Qiuqiu nodded immediately and waited for the following.
...
...
No more details?
With such a big cloak, she was given a reminder that was not a reminder? In a moment, she said it lightly. If she really knew how to go out, she would have to do it like this and get angry.
Qiuqiu silently said in her heart, "I want to go out, I want to go out quickly." When she opened her eyes, she still looked at what was white...
Shi'er sat there without moving, not nervous at all.
As Qiuqiu had nothing to do, she was just an idle person, and she was afraid of missing him if she was in a hurry to go out.
This really means that the emperor is not in a hurry to the eunuch.
If I had known that I would have cut a few holes for him on the cloak, I would have been unhappy to see how calm he is now.
Qiuqiu sat next to the flowers.
In one thought?
Ah. It is said that the thoughts that flashed through people's minds are like the number of dust sucked in a smog city, but it's hard to say which one can be caught and focused on it.
Who knows where that thought is hidden?
If they can't be found for a day, they will be sleepy here for a day?
If they can't be found for a year, would they be sleepy here for a year?
Nine Peaks without the Peak Lord... Uh, there will be no big trouble, right?
Qiuqiu didn't expect that the time inside was consistent with the outside.
I would never want to get so much if I was anxious.
If she really couldn't think of it, she still had to find a way from Shi'er: "Do you think this is my sea of consciousness?"
"yes."
Qiuqiu wondered: "Didn't it mean that the world is as big as the heart is? Then why is my sea of consciousness a piece of white paper?"
From a good point of view, this may indicate that her heart is pure?
From a bad point of view, is she quite boring and idiotic?
Shi'er still spread her hands and was as motionless as a mountain.
This person's problem is really bad. He always silently makes you feel that he can't even bite.
Qiuqiu held his cheek and tilted his head.
They can't get out of no matter where they go. This paper world seems boundless. They seem so small here.
Actually, Shi'er's words should be correct.
With her dual cultivation, why did her consciousness suddenly come into this world? Shi'er was only forced into her yy spirit later.
The problem must be her.
Qiuqiu looked at the ink frost in his hand.
She felt that Moshuang was the key.
I heard that this was left to her by Senior Shang.
A senior who has realized the truth and ascended will never leave her commonly used pen for no reason.
And it is also said that Senior Shang Zhen did not know how to do it, and she finally realized the truth because she realized the truth from the painting.
She didn't use this pen at that time, right?
Mo Shuang, who looked ordinary, was immediately covered with a golden halo called "Artifact".
Moshuang made a great contribution to what she could draw just now.
But the painting skills of Shi'er, who is one of her streets, is not easy to use.
The problem is back to the origin.
The key lies with her.
Because it is her territory, the paintings she painted are not.
But it was obviously her territory, but she didn't know how to control it.
It would be great if there was a fire, maybe the fire in this paper world would be burned out.
——Wait, if it really burns, they won’t be burned too, right?
There is a word called "stimulating fire and burning the body".
Qiuqiu hesitated for a moment, should he try drawing a flame?
She tried to draw a flame, very small, and stared at it tightly. Whenever she found something wrong, she immediately extinguished it.
Sure enough, the flames started to burn.
However, the fire was burning out of thin air and had nothing to do with the paper below. Not only did it not burn holes, there was no burning marks. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations.
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