But the way Youlan looked at Yang Tian was filled with deep pity and heartache.
What kind of experience caused him to have such a sad and dejected state of mind?
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In the staff villa area of Shenglong College, in an elegantly decorated and refreshing villa, Xuanyuan Qingwu's alluring figure stood quietly on the jade-white balcony, staring motionlessly with her eyes like autumn water.
The distance seems to be lost in thought...
"Sister!"
A soft voice with a hint of evil suddenly sounded in Xuanyuan Qingwu's ears. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The hot breath he breathed made Xuanyuan Qingwu's ears feel a strange itching. Suddenly, that alluring Zhang Guoqingcheng
A blush appeared on his face.
Just when Xuanyuan Qingwu was surprised, two strong hands gently held her slender waist. A man's unique aura immediately made Xuanyuan Qingwu even more panicked. After the strong hands exerted a slight force,
Next, Xuanyuan Qingwu suddenly felt that she was leaning on a broad and strong chest. That feeling... made Xuanyuan Qingwu lose herself in an instant, and her mind went blank...
Just when the shy Xuanyuan Qingwu came back to her senses and was about to break away from the embrace, those big hands seemed to have known this for a long time and quickly evacuated in advance...
"Senior sister...what do you want...?"
Yang Tian's face with a hint of evil smile suddenly became sluggish for a moment, and even his words were trembling.
Beauty, shocking beauty! When the shy Xuanyuan Qingwu turned to look at Yang Tian, her alluring face exuded amazing beauty because of her shyness, making Yang Tian briefly absent-minded again.
.
Their eyes met. For a moment, there seemed to be an unusually warm and ambiguous aura...
Xuanyuan Qingwu suppressed the feeling that made her heart tremble, glared at Yang Tian angrily, and said: "Go to the room and talk!" After saying that, Xuanyuan Qingwu looked around slightly worriedly.
"No one saw it, senior sister." Yang Tian also suppressed himself and said softly.
Yang Tian's words made Xuanyuan Qingwu even more shy. She turned around and entered the house.
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"Senior sister, eh?"
This was the first time that Yang Tian entered Xuanyuan Qingwu's residence. The faint fragrance in the house was just like her bedroom in Xuanyuan's house, with exquisite and elegant decoration. There was still no trace of smoke and worldliness, but when Yang Tian saw the hanging on the wall at a glance
When I saw a painting, I was shocked.
"What?" Xuanyuan Qingwu asked with a flash of light in his eyes.
"No...nothing...it's so beautiful. Who is that little kid?" Yang Tian hurriedly concealed his surprise and asked pretending to be natural.
Hearing Yang Tian's question, Xuanyuan Qingwu turned her head slightly and looked at the painting. The moment she turned around, a firm light flashed in her eyes.
I saw the painting hanging on the wall, about two meters high and one and a half meters wide. The background in the painting was like a fairyland. There were clouds and mist, birds singing, flowers fragrant, exotic flowers and exotic plants... On top of a gentle mountain top, quietly
There are two people standing on the ground. One of them is Xuanyuan Qingwu, who has the allure of the country. She looks lifelike, especially her eyes, which are drawn to the bone... In the painting, she smiles lightly and stares.
There was an eccentric child in front of him... The child looked to be only two years old, but there was an enchanting aura around him. He had one hand behind his back, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked up at Xuanyuan.
Qing Wu. His eyes revealed an extremely arrogant aura, which made Xuanyuan Qingwu, who was already much taller than him, look a little weak! And in the upper right corner of the painting, it said "Dragon Fei Feng Wu Vigorous and Powerful"
The four characters of "Guarding for Life".
At first glance, it seems that Xuanyuan Qingwu wants to protect the child for his whole life, but after truly integrating into the artistic conception of the painting, you will find that those four words are more like the child's promise to Xuanyuan Qingwu!
But how many people in this world can fit into the artistic conception of the painting?
That child was Yang Tian from eleven years ago, Xuanyuan Nan in Xuanyuan Qingwu's mind.
And this painting was painted for Xuanyuan Qingwu before Yang Tian went into seclusion for two days and two nights!
"He is my nephew." Xuanyuan Qingwu said softly.
"Oh, yes, yes. Senior sister's nephew is indeed a talented person. He is handsome and awe-inspiring. When he grows up, he will be as handsome as me!" Yang Tian regained his evil aura and pretended to be relaxed.
Xuanyuan Qingwu turned her head and stared at Yang Tian, looked at the picture again, and said softly: "He should be as old as you now. This painting was painted when he was two years old."
"Genius, you can draw so well at the age of two!" Yang Tian had to shamelessly praise himself again, because only in this way it would appear normal. If you see a two-year-old child able to draw such amazing paintings, you wouldn't be surprised.
, is not normal.
"Can you understand the artistic conception of this painting?" Xuanyuan Qingwu suddenly turned around and asked.
Yang Tian was speechless for a while. This painting came from his hands. Of course he could understand it, but how many people could really understand it? Looking at Xuanyuan Qingwu's alluring face, and the hint of meaning in her eyes
Yang Tian suddenly felt that he was hypocritical...
With a long sigh, Yang Tian's deep black eyes stared at Xuanyuan Qingwu quietly, then turned to look at the painting and said in a deep voice: "That is his promise to you. For the rest of his life,
I will protect you, protect you, and never leave you. I will not let you get hurt in any way."
Yang Tian's low and firm voice and his narrowed eyes made Xuanyuan Qingwu lose her mind for a moment. A strange feeling appeared in her heart again. She took a deep breath and finally plucked up the courage to say again.
: "But, I haven't seen him for eleven years. I don't know if he still remembers his promise..."
"Yes. I believe that he will never forget his promise, because you will always be the most beautiful, gentlest and dearest... aunt in his heart." Yang Tian's eyes flashed with sadness inadvertently.
Although he is unruly and despises the world's etiquette, he does not care about the opinions of the people in the world, but what about Xuanyuan Qingwu? Compared with his father and mother in his previous life, the relationship between him and Xuanyuan Qingwu seems to be much more complicated. After all, his relationship with Xuanyuan Qingwu in his previous life seems to be much more complicated.
Both of their parents are orphans, and they are also people without elders. They can ignore the eyes of the world if they don't care, but now Yang Tian and Xuanyuan Qingwu have a powerful family!
When Xuanyuan Qingwu saw the sadness flashing in Yang Tian's eyes, she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it after all. After sighing slightly, she secretly wondered why she had such an idea at this time? He is her own
Nephew...
Vaguely, she seemed to understand why Yang Tian never broke through that thin layer of paper...
Abandoning the disturbing thoughts in her heart, a trace of indifference emanated from Xuanyuan Qingwu's body again. Her alluring figure, in an instant, once again regained the wisdom of the goddess of wisdom, like an unworldly firework.
of fairies.
"Okay, let's not talk about him. Xiaotian." Xuanyuan Qingwu suddenly said softly: "Do you know what Senior Sister asked you to do?"
"Do you want to see my black sword?" Yang Tian asked.
"No..." Xuanyuan Qingwu said. She doesn't know how to read it now, and she won't ask to see it in the future. Why bother with some things?
"Then senior sister is...? Do you want to talk about life with this handsome guy?" Yang Tian once again resumed his carefree look, with a hint of the unique light of a pervert in his eyes, from bottom to top, along Xuanyuan
Qingwu's convex and concave figure slowly climbed up!
"oops!"
Xuanyuan Qingwu's slender jade hands suddenly became as unpredictable as Busan's shadowless feet, and she directly grabbed Yang Tian's ears.
"Little pervert. Senior sister, let me tell you something serious!"
"Okay, tell me!" Yang Tian said and stretched out his paws. He grabbed Xuanyuan Qingwu's jade bowl with his left hand, and grabbed Xuanyuan Qingwu's soft little hand with his right hand. He used a slight force to pull his hands from his ears.
open.
"Xiaotian, the principal told you today. What do you think?" Xuanyuan Qingwu said.
"I don't have any ideas. I'm too lazy to pay attention to that old man." Yang Tian said, "Don't I know the little things in his heart?"
"What Xiao Jiujiu?"
"Of course I want to study my cultivation path. If I don't get it right, I'll have to dissect it, so I won't do it!" Yang Tian said.
Hearing Yang Tian's words, Xuanyuan Qingwu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but marvel at Yang Tian's idea again, which was like a flying fairy from heaven.
"Where are you thinking? Anyone's cultivation path is related to their own qualifications and skills. How could he dissect you? The institute only studies various magics, fighting spirit, and various magic arrays based on personal preferences.
, potions, elixirs, etc. And no one will ever interfere with you or restrict you, and your results belong entirely to you!"
"It belongs entirely to me? If no one in the institute makes public their research results, what's the point?" Yang Tian asked.
"Will you bring your own research results into the coffin?" Xuanyuan Qingwu asked with a slight smile: "What's more, the real purpose of the institute is not whether you can produce any results!"