Princess, she has fortune-telling again

Chapter 1
In early winter, it rains at night.

Jiang Nai tightened her dirty cloak and limped into the cave.

Looking up, I saw a yellowed ancient painting hanging upright in front of the empty cave wall.

Jiang Nai is less than three feet tall, and her round little head is raised.

After staring for a while, he muttered to himself, "Strange."

In a cave in this wilderness, who is so bored to hang a picture of a beauty here?

The little girl sat down against the wall of the cave, reached into her arms and took out an iron bead, without raising her eyelids, she snapped her fingers and flew out.

The sand and stones fell rustling, and the picture scroll fluttered into her hand.

Expanding a view, I saw a single wooden building in the painting, and a young man with white clothes and black hair and eyebrows was standing in the misty clear spring.

The collar was slightly open, revealing a snow-colored skin.

The eyes are bright like stars, and the pupils are glazed.

Her skin was as white as jade, her lips were as honey, and her thin lips were slightly open, as if she wanted to whisper a few words in a warm voice.

The real painting is vivid and indescribable, like a dream, like a fantasy, like a real person.

The little girl secretly said something strange: Looking at this person in the painting, he looks like an emperor and a monarch inexplicably.

She threw the painting aside at will, and after a while, she went straight to the hole and fiddled around for a while, making a simple hunting trap out of stones and branches.

Then I fell asleep like a salted fish...

She is still small now, and her physical strength and spirit are not strong enough. She must supplement her sleep from time to time to facilitate her growth.

In the middle of the night, I was woken up by a faint thumping sound.

Jiang Nai sat up, moved her calf subconsciously, and found that the twisted area had improved a little.

The guy jumped up and looked at the hole.

I saw a little pheasant with sparse hair falling into the hunting trap where she was waiting for the chicken, thumping happily.

I didn't expect to have to fill my stomach by myself.

Jiang Nai felt distressed for herself for two seconds, then she caught fire and roasted the little pheasant in her hand, and she couldn't help but feel a little sad in her heart.

When I was in Lijiatun before, I used to get used to clothes to stretch out my hands to eat and open my mouth. After sleeping in the open for one night, I felt more than enough.

A gust of wind rushed into the cave, blowing the flames erratically and intermittently.

Seeing that the flames were about to stop, Jiang Nai took the yellowed painting scroll and rolled it up. Then, he took the fire where the fire was most radiant, and threw it on the dry branch.

The beauty figure was slowly burning in the fire.

It was slowly burning upwards from the bottom of the scroll.

Jiang Nai stared at her roast pheasant, only glanced at the painting casually, but her expression was abruptly stunned.

Doesn't it seem like you are dazzling?

When this painting was first unfolded, the handsome man in the picture should be standing beside the Qingquan in the small building, right?

But looking at it now, the beautiful young man actually took off his white clothes and sat quietly in the clear spring.

The dense mist permeated his body and rose slowly, looking like a transpiration of immortal energy.

This is really evil, the beautiful boy in the painting can move?
Jiang Nai was taken aback, and without saying a word, he used a tree branch to stir up a raging fire and threw it on the remaining half of the drawing paper.

But when he saw the beautiful young man sitting quietly in the clear spring, he suddenly opened his eyes and glared at him angrily.

Those eyes that were as pale as glazed glaze were filled with a hint of shock and anger.

Uh, the people in this special painting seem to be alive?

The little girl reacted with hindsight.

Could it be that some thousand-year-old ghost was sealed in the ancient scroll, and he accidentally burned his soul container by accident?

Jiang Nai:  …

What kind of misfortune is this?

(End of this chapter)