My personal school belle president

Chapter 1378 Inheritance of the magic brush!

"This girl, who always hesitates to do anything, looks forward and backward, why doesn't she think about her sister at all, I'm so mad!"

Kicking the girl into the door, Qin Yang said angrily.

Zhong Lingxuan looked at him with a strange face: "Such a cute girl, why are you treating her so rudely? I really don't understand how you usually pick up girls."

"The main thing is that my time is very tight now, and I have no time to waste it." Qin Yang said angrily.

"Are you in a hurry to see your Meng Yutong?"

Zhong Lingxuan's tone was rather appetizing, and she complained, "If you can't get out, you and I will be trapped here forever. I'm afraid you will be very unhappy even if you have me as your companion."

Smelling the strong smell of vinegar on the girl's body, Qin Yang smiled wryly: "Yutong has become a Shura banshee, can I not be in a hurry?"

"what!"

"what!"

Hearing Qin Yang's words, Zhong Lingxuan and Shui Wuhen were shocked and spoke in unison.

Especially Shui Wuhen, whose bearded face suddenly became distorted, with a strong aura of hatred emanating from him, staring at Qin Yang and saying, "What did you just say!?"

Seeing the other party's appearance, Qin Yang remembered that the Shura Banshee had almost slaughtered all the disciples of the Magic Brush School.

And Shui Wuhen became the only descendant of the Magic Brush School, so he naturally hated the Shura banshee!

"None of your business, go aside."

Qin Yang dragged Zhong Lingxuan to the corner, leaned into her ear and whispered a few words, and briefly talked about what happened recently, except that he didn't mention Shura's tears.

Although it was just a few simple words, Zhong Lingxuan's heart still set off a huge wave.

"How did this happen, what should we do now?"

Zhong Lingxuan was in a daze, grabbed Qin Yang's arm, her sharp nails almost penetrated into the other's flesh, and said in a crying voice, "Qin Yang, if you don't go out, she will kill you."

Qin Yang knew that the girl was not selfish, but was just worried about him, so he sighed:

"If I don't come forward to stop it, then the Shura Banshee will definitely kill other people, including my children and parents. She is not ordinary heartless, and we can't expect her to soften her heart."

"But...but..."

"Xuan'er, I know you are worried about me, but I hope you can understand that since you have become my woman, I will never let you suffer any harm. If I abandon them, then you will not Peace of mind, right?"

Qin Yang held the girl's small face and said softly.

Zhong Lingxuan silently lowered her head and remained silent, only holding Qin Yang's arm tighter.

"I've already heard what you said..." At this moment, Shui Wuhen stared at Qin Yang coldly, and said in a cold tone, "Since the Shura banshee has appeared, it means that the Three Realms will be in chaos. Qin Yang, it's not because you care about your children now." When it comes to personal affairs, kill as you should, and you must not be soft!"

"How I do it is none of your business!"

Hearing that the other party wanted to kill the Shura Banshee, Qin Yang said impatiently, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

After all, the Shura banshee has already occupied Yutong's body, if she is killed, Yutong will surely die.

Qin Yang glanced at the closed door, and said lightly: "Xiangxiang has been out for so long, she must be able to get out of this room, you just need to remember your promise."

Shui Wuhen stared at him, the hostility in his body gradually disappeared, and sighed shyly:
"Master once said that if you want to paint the most beautiful world, you need to have a painting in your heart. But if you want to have a painting in your heart, you need to accommodate all rivers, abandon the six desires, and sacrifice your life with the great way, so that you can draw the pen in your heart and paint the world.

It's a pity that he taught me for half my life, and it was finally ruined by the word 'hate'.Before he died, he told me that he should not complain, so that he could succeed in painting.But I can't let go of the hatred in my heart, so I can't draw the most beautiful in the world. "

Shui Wuhen picked up a portrait of Liu Ruqing on the ground and caressed it with his fingertips, looking extremely lonely.

"Shoot-"

He suddenly tore off the painting in his hand, and at the same time, all the paintings in the room were shattered, and when they fell to the ground, they burned again, turning into a pile of ashes.

"Although my "hate" cannot be dispelled, I am fortunate enough to pass on this 'magic brush', which can be regarded as a fulfillment of my wish."

A smile appeared on Shui Wuhen's face.

Crunch!

The door was gently pushed open, and Lan Yuexiang walked in timidly, looking at Qin Yang with a little fear on her face: "Qin...Brother Qin Yang, outside...there is nothing outside."

"Little girl, do you want to learn painting?" Shui Wuhen looked at her softly, and said softly.

"what?"

Lan Yuexiang was stunned, not quite understanding what was going on right now.

Shui Wuhen smiled boldly, picked up the wolf hair beside him, and waved it in the air, only to see the ashes on the ground slowly floating towards him, forming a black territory.

"I have no way in my heart, and my pen is like a god!"

"Mountains and rivers are in my hands, the sun and the moon are like ink in the sky, birds and beasts are perfect in one stroke, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are all in the pen, the road to the world, only a trace of ink is needed!"

Shui Wuhen spoke while waving the wolf hair in his hand.

At the same time, illusory scenes appeared in front of him, like the chill of a snow-capped mountain, the sound of a waterfall filling his ears, and the whistling of birds...

The portraits seem to be real, which is breathtaking.

"Brilliant!"

Qin Yang opened his mouth and spit out two words.

As for Lan Yuexiang, who loves painting on weekdays, her two watery and clear eyes are full of longing and yearning, her breathing is rapid, and her petite body is trembling violently.

After a while, Shui Wuhen waved his arm, and the wolf floated in front of Lan Yuexiang.

"If you hold this pen, from today onwards, you will be the third generation successor of No. 20 of the Magic Pen Sect. This pen will accompany you for the rest of your life until you find the next owner for it!"

Shui Wuhen looked at Lan Yuexiang with burning eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"I... can I?"

Lan Yuexiang pointed at herself, her face full of disbelief, thinking she was living in a dream.

Seeing that the other party was silent, she swallowed the fragrance, slowly raised her white and tender little hand, and reached for the magic pen a little bit, a little sweat dripped from the tip of her small nose.

"but--"

Suddenly, Shui Wuhen spoke again, with a murderous aura lingering all over his body, "You hold this pen, and you have a mission, which is to kill the Shura banshee! To avenge the three disciples of Shenbi Sect 680!"

Lan Yuexiang was stunned, her fingertips were only millimeters away from the magic pen, and she stopped.

"no!"

Qin Yang hurriedly made a sound, staring at Shui Wuhen unhappily, "It's up to me to kill the Shura banshee, who are you? Kill it yourself if you have the ability, don't confuse my future wife!"

future wife?

Looking at Lan Yuexiang's petite body and immature cheeks, Zhong Lingxuan curled her lips and murmured: "It really is a beast."

And Lan Yuexiang's face flushed red, burning hot.

In the end, she slowly lowered her arms, looked at the magic brush in front of her with great reluctance, and whispered, "I don't want to kill people."

(End of this chapter)