guile fairy

Fu Zhaozhao roughly told Xiaobao the previous situation.

Xiaobao also wondered, "How did he know that you had entered his room?"

Fu Zhaozhao shrugged, "I don't know about that." As he spoke, his eyes still fell on the casserole.

Waves of aroma came out from inside. Although I knew there must be something wrong with this thing, I had to admit that the other party was quite good at it.

Xiaobao noticed something was wrong with her on the other end of the phone and said quickly, "There must be something wrong with what he gave you. I suggest you not eat it."

Fu Zhaozhao hummed and picked up the chopsticks in his hand.

……

Late at night, the sound of insects occasionally came from outside the window.

It seems particularly loud in this silent environment.

The locked door was gently opened, and a moment later there was the sound of a key entering the hole, followed immediately by the sound of the door being pushed open.

The other party's movements were extremely light, as if he was worried that the person on the bed was not asleep yet.

It wasn't until his eyes fell on the empty casserole on the table that he breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out the hemp rope and stepped forward quickly.

Perhaps due to his recent poor physical condition, the male painter couldn't help but gasp after taking a few steps. He waited until he recovered before taking the next step.

He suddenly opened the quilt on the bed, picked up the hemp rope and jumped on it.

The soft touch made him stunned. After a while, with the moonlight shining through the window, he realized that there was no one on the bed at all, only a few carefully prepared pillows.

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut.

The male painter trembled with fright and quickly turned his head to look.

But he saw that the person who was supposed to be sleeping soundly on the bed was sitting at the table, looking at him coldly.

"Are you surprised?" Fu Zhaozhao said coldly.

From the moment the male painter entered her room, and her every move after that, she could be sure that he had no intention of leaving him alive.

Realizing that he had been deceived, the male painter's face didn't look good either. He looked at the empty casserole on the table, "You didn't eat it?"

"Throw it out. To be honest, I think it's a bit of a waste." Fu Zhaozhao said with a little regret, "It's a pity. If you hadn't added a few rose petals in it, I might have eaten it accidentally. ”

The ingredients in the casserole include sleeping pills secretly added by the male painter, and the extremely alluring fragrance comes from the special rose petals.

"You're following me?!" The male painter realized that the other party had followed him before, and he couldn't even say that she had seen the scene.

Fu Zhaozhao did not deny it. She asked in a slightly strange tone: "I'm a little curious, what benefits can you get from doing this? If you are discovered, will the benefits allow you to bear the consequences?"

The male painter's face still looked ugly, as if he hadn't rested for a long time, plus he was exposed like this today...

After a moment, he leaned casually on the edge of the bed and whispered in a slightly obsessed tone: "Not everything in the world has to be beneficial before I do it. As long as it is beneficial to her, I will do anything." Willing to do it.”

In the following conversation, Fu Zhaozhao knew the other party's purpose of doing this. "You may not believe it. Before I came to this place, I was just a useless person. I couldn't compare with others in painting, couldn't compare with others in learning, and didn't even have anyone to talk to."

When the male painter said the last two words, he chuckled, "But fortunately, fate did not treat me badly. I met the goddess, my muse."

In the secluded valley, among the clusters of delicate roses, a fairy-like woman appeared. Her whole body exuded a faint and transparent light, and looked even more gentle under the moonlight.

As if sensing his gaze, the woman smiled at him.

That smile is like a clear spring in the mountains and forests, flowing straight into people's hearts, so sweet that it makes people tremble.

However, in the blink of an eye, the woman disappeared, replaced by a group of pink and transparent butterflies, freely devouring nectar in the rose bush.

"I went there many times afterwards, but never saw each other again."

"In addition, the travel time was too long, and I had to go back. It was precisely because of this that I learned the true identity of Muse."

"Do you know Zerg? It is a kind of bug that is similar to humans and can survive in human form."

"At first I didn't want to believe how my muse could be a bug; but when I thought of that butterfly that was equally beautiful under the moonlight, I realized that my love was so superficial."

The male painter sighed, but his eyes were still bright. He probably hadn't talked so much to anyone for a long time. He couldn't stop for a moment, as if he couldn't perfectly reproduce the scene he saw at that time. Unable to express what is on my mind.

"Later I didn't give up and looked up a lot of information. It wasn't until I read a book and other things about Muse that I realized that I fell in love with her even more."

"The Muse was born without emotions, but her eyes were willing to fall on me. I wanted to feel the throbbing feeling when she looked at me again, so I came back here again."

"Unfortunately, those roses seem to have insufficient nutrition for my muse to stay with them. I have tried many methods and found that the most beautiful way to make the roses bloom is to use a special way to supplement nutrition for them. "

When the male painter said this, his eyes fell on Fu Zhaozhao, and he seemed to feel a little regretful.

He stopped talking at this point, but Fu Zhaozhao was able to guess what the other person had unfinished.

"You did so many evil things just to see a...bug again?"

The male painter immediately refuted her: "My muse is not an ordinary insect, don't use such vulgar adjectives."

"Whenever I do something that satisfies my muse, she will always enter my dreams at night and chat with me tenderly. Our souls even resonate."

When the male painter said this, he seemed particularly excited.

It was precisely because of this that Fu Zhaozhao understood why he looked so bad.

She paused and said, "You know another thing about the zerg?"

Male painter: "What do you mean?!"

Fu Zhaozhao looked at him with a pitiful look, "The insects that can transform into human form are all males."

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting the male painter's forehead hard, and his whole thinking suddenly became confused.

After a while, he seemed to remember something and retorted angrily: "Impossible. I have had close contact with Muse before. There is no way she is male."

As if to convince himself, he nodded and said, "Yes! It can't be a male."