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Chapter 1603 Fascinated by painting! (Chapter 4)
Unknowingly, the sky has entered the night.

During this period, Qin Yang kept guarding beside the soul coffin, thinking about a solution.

A strand of Liu Ruqing's remnant soul lay quietly in the soul coffin, with a touch of tranquility and gentleness on her beautiful and moving cheeks, like a sleeping beauty, giving people peace and serenity.

Ning Fei'er was on the other side of the Meteorite, chatting with Meng Yutong and the girls about what happened during this period.

Ning Fei'er was very happy, but there was still a little sadness in her heart.

Although she had expected that during the days when she was missing, Qin Yang must have had other women, but she never expected that there would be so many, such as Lolita, Sister Yu, the wife of the previous life, and even her own aunt...

Beast.

Especially when she learned that Meng Yutong had given birth to two daughters for Qin Yang, her heart was sour.

However, she also learned about some things that happened to Meng Yutong, and felt that this sister's fate was rough, and the trace of resentment before faded away.

"Hey, it's not easy for anyone these days, especially being Qin Yang's woman."

Ning Feier sighed.

But what moved her the most was Bai Dixuan, a man who endured humiliation for his children for so many years and even willingly sacrificed himself. This kind of fatherly love touches the heart and is shocking.

Compared to Ning Fei'er's complex heart, Meng Yutong's daughters are also hard to find.

While sympathizing with the other party's experience, there is also a little envy.

Becoming the coffin keeper of the future mother-in-law is something that other women would envy.After all, with Qin Yang's ability, there is a high chance of resurrecting Liu Ruqing, and Ning Fei'er, the daughter-in-law, must be the closest.

The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law cannot be lost.

These days, it is not easy to be a wife, and even more difficult to be a daughter-in-law.

"Qin Yang, have you thought of a way?"

Seeing that the man was frowning, Mu Sixue walked over and gently held his hand, glanced at the woman lying quietly in the soul coffin, and asked softly.

Qin Yang rubbed his head, shook his head and said: "The problem now is, even if I revive my mother's soul, she still has to lie in the ice coffin and cannot be separated from Ning Fei'er. So I have to find a way to keep her They separate first."

"Don't worry, there will always be a way."

Mu Sixue couldn't think of any good way, so she could only comfort Qin Yang.

Qin Yang nodded and said nothing.

Originally, he planned to ask the system for help, but Xiaomeng had no choice but to cut off his last thought. It seems that he can only wait for Lan Yuexiang to draw the soul as soon as possible.

and many more!

Lan Yuexiang?Magic Pen?

Qin Yang took the painting from her hand, opened it for a look, then hurriedly ran towards the room where Lan Yuexiang and the sisters lived, leaving the girls with puzzled faces behind.

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Lan Yuexiang has a weak temperament. Although she has a good relationship with the girls on weekdays, she spends most of her time alone in her room painting.

Especially, after Qin Yang gave her a huge task last time, the little girl was under a lot of pressure.
At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and he suddenly seemed to remember something. He quickly got up and asked Meng Yutong, "Where is the painting? Where did that painting go!"

"What painting?" Meng Yutong was a little confused.

"The painting that was taken away by the Shura Banshee is the portrait of my mother, and the painting that only my son Xiao Muchen can enter, have you forgotten?" Qin Yang said.

After being reminded by the other party, Meng Yutong remembered, searched for a while from the storage ring, and took out the painting: "Is it this one?"

"Yes." Da, didn't sleep well for several days, kept thinking about how to draw the soul, and even suffered from insomnia for two days.

When he came to the little girl's room, Qin Yang was too anxious to knock on the door, and just pushed the door open.

With a click,
The latch broke and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Qin Yang was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he was a bit reckless in breaking into a girl's room like this. He was about to apologize, but when he looked up, he was stunned.

In the room, I saw a girl with waist-length hair sitting on a chair and painting.

The girl was sitting very upright, her delicate little face was filled with tranquility and tranquility, she was holding the magic brush that Shui Wuhen gave her, she was sketching on the rice paper, very serious.

But, that's not the point!
The point is... this girl is actually naked! ?

And Qin Yang came in, but didn't notice it?
Just sit like this, like a monk who stays out of the world, without being disturbed by any external things.

Qin Yang avoided his eyes, couldn't help coughing twice, but wondered in his heart, does this girl like to paint naked now?
It seems that some art lovers have a little hobby.

Like eating an apple before writing, like washing your face three times, like putting two cups of tea, one cold and one hot, like getting used to sitting in your own chair...

So it's no surprise that you're naked.

What puzzled Qin Yang was that after coughing for a long time, the girl still bowed her head and painted, addicted to it, unable to extricate herself.

"moon--"

Qin Yang was about to let out a lion's roar, but he was afraid of scaring the little girl and destroying the inspiration she had gathered so hard, so he walked over quietly to see what the girl was drawing.

Qin Yang walked behind the girl, looked down, looked for a while, and couldn't help nodding.

Well, yes, bigger and whiter than Lan Bingyao's...

Pooh!
Qin Yang quickly retracted his gaze, mentally recited a few incantations like 'starting in three years', took a deep breath, and looked at the girl's painting.

In the painting is a beautiful flower bush, and there are butterflies flying in the flower bush...

To Qin Yang's surprise, the scenery and butterflies in this painting seem to be alive, the petals are falling slowly, the weak but tough flower branches are swaying with the wind, the butterflies are dancing lightly, and there is a faint scent of fragrance...

Awesome, it is indeed a magic pen!
"The little girl draws well."

Qin Yang patted her on the shoulder and praised her. The soft and greasy skin was transmitted from his fingertips, which made his heart move.

Lan Yuexiang looked up at him, with a little confusion in her clean and unstained eyes, and then continued to lower her head to paint, as if thinking that the person standing behind her was just a dream.

Qin Yang was dumbfounded.

Is this ignored?

It seems that this is the first among the women around him to ignore him.

After thinking for a moment, he stared at the girl who was addicted to painting, came to his senses, and murmured:
"Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, this girl is too deep. I have to find a way to wake her up. If this continues, I'm afraid she will go crazy."

then,

Qin Yang hugged the girl's slender and soft waist, lifted her up, and then...

Cracked at an unknown place, slapped twice.

The sound is clear and clear, like a struggling fish falling into the water, causing some ripples, like a thousand piles of snow, arousing infinite beauty.

(End of this chapter)