The strongest little magician

Chapter 495 The Oil Painting in the Corridor
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Zhang Yangguang subconsciously wanted to break free, but Li Ruyan held onto him tightly as if he was breastfeeding, and couldn't push him no matter what.

"..." Li Ruyan didn't speak.

Let go of Sunshine again, and finally walked straight towards the bed.

Hearing a sound, he climbed onto the bed numbly.

"This..." Zhang Yangguang was stunned!

Originally, he still wanted to sleep, but now he is fine, and he has no chance to sleep again.

After sighing, Zhang Yangguang looked at the person on the bed.

A head of black hair poured down, wearing a white skirt to make her skin whiter, she looked like a porcelain doll under the moonlight.

The exquisite facial features, the standard three courts and five eyes, there is nothing to criticize at all.

Lying peacefully on the bed, the bright moonlight seemed to be coated with a layer of pure satin light, and the breath of a goddess emanated spontaneously.

"Alas..." Zhang Yangguang sighed, and didn't think about anything else, but silently covered the other party with a blanket, and left the room by himself.

……

When he came to the corridor, he wanted to go to the balcony at the end to blow some air, but when he was halfway, he stopped suddenly.

"This is……"

His pupils shrank, and Zhang Yangguang saw something.

Following his gaze, there is a painting hanging on the wall of the corridor, the background is sky blue, covered with a thin layer of white, there is a sense of sight that the sky is covered with a layer of fog.

Immediately afterwards, several people with ghostly bodies posed in all sorts of strange poses, a bit like yoga and pilates.

Perhaps the difference in details is not noticed in the eyes of normal people, but it is different in Zhang Yangguang's eyes.

He was sure and affirmed that in the painting in front of him, every move and style expressed in the figure's body were all postures of cultivation.

How could someone paint something about cultivation on a painting?
For some reason, Zhang Yangguang had an intuition, maybe...he didn't succeed in revenge last time.

Just like in the night before, he would always be awakened from time to time in the middle of the night...

I always feel that there is something unfinished, as if someone is entrusting him with unrevenge.

But today, Zhang Yangguang saw this oil painting accidentally, and Zhang Yangguang was even more convinced of his conjecture...

Staring at the oil painting for a long time, Zhang Yangguang had a stern expression. After waiting for a while, he reluctantly looked away and came to the balcony at the end of the corridor.

His eyes gradually drifted away, and his thoughts also drifted away with his eyes, like a statue, motionless until dawn.

……

morning.

Li Ruyan rubbed her eyes and gradually woke up. When she found Zhang Yangguang's bed, she screamed in fright.

"Miss Li, don't worry, you are safe, and there is nothing wrong with you." Zhang Yangguang sat on the sofa beside him and said something.

"This..." Li Ruyan looked around, not understanding what was going on, and looking at Zhang Yangguang with ignorant eyes.

"Don't worry, you were the one who sleepwalked yesterday and accidentally came to my side and lay on my bed." Zhang Yangguang replied honestly, with no extra emotion on his face.

"Since I'm sleeping on the bed...how about you?!" Li Ruyan caught the point right away.

"I stood on the balcony in the corridor all night." Zhang Yangguang replied honestly.

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true. Could it be that in Ms. Li's heart, I, Zhang Yangguang, am a womanizer?" Zhang Yangguang asked back, feeling a little dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)