Half Martial Immortal, Half Margin Monarch

Chapter 312 Do You Like Him?

His palm was as cold as ice, and Ning Xuemo shivered from the cold. She frowned and was about to withdraw her hand, but the other party withdrew her hand before her, and wiped it with the snow-white silk handkerchief beside her.

Ning Xuemo: "..." She remained calm, and slowly took out a silk handkerchief from her bosom and wiped the back of her hand that he had touched.

Han Shanyue glanced at her and said nothing else.Started to paint.

His tone was indifferent, and he answered Ning Xuemo's previous question: "If you can get the best, why do you need the flawed one? This seat has never tolerated the slightest flaw."

This one is clearly a perfectionist.

Ning Xuemo looked at his spotless robe, and then at his painting hands.

His fingers are clean and slender, with distinct joints, white as jade carvings, and the hair in his hands is moving smoothly. Mountains, rocks, trees, lakes... Gradually appear in his writing...

Ning Xuemo suddenly held her breath, she was familiar with this scene, it was the scene she saw in the illusion!

The leaves that look like palms, the vast lake that shimmers with sparkling waves...

Ning Xuemo was in a trance, as if she had entered the illusion of the Ninth Peak again...

The green leaf platform, the little ginseng dolls meditating on the platform... Scenes flashed in my mind one by one like a movie...

The two painting boys standing nearby suddenly noticed something was wrong with Ning Xuemo!
She stared straight at the drawing paper, while Han Shanyue moved her brush like flying, and the scene after scene jumped like flying under his brush...

What's even more strange is that the scenery on the painting flashed and then disappeared quickly...

Huh?Have a problem with this ink?

The two painting boys opened their eyes wide, and were about to speak, when Han Shanyue suddenly gave them a faint look, and the two of them became dizzy when their minds became clouded, and they couldn't remember what to ask, and they fought almost mechanically... …

Ning Xuemo's eyes seemed to be intoxicated, and she wandered around with his paintbrush. The past events about Feng Jiu in her mind were like paintings drawn by Han Shanyue, and scenes began to disappear...

Ji Yunhuang stood at the door and watched from a distance. At the beginning, he was fully on guard, lest Han Shanyue would harm Ning Xuemo.

Later, when he saw that Ning Xuemo was only assigned to grind ink, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He also knows a lot about painting, and is very curious about what Master Han Shanyue has painted.

He really wanted to go up and have a look, but he was afraid of offending this painting saint again...

Standing there, he kept paying attention to Ning Xuemo's movements, seeing her standing beside Han Shanyue, her eyes fixed on the drawing paper, looking mesmerized, made his heart itch even more.

Finally, Han Shanyue stopped writing, and flicked the wolf hair in her hand into the pen holder: "Okay!"

Ning Xuemo's body shook, as if waking up from a dream.She seemed to be standing numb, and her body shook violently!
"Be careful!" Ji Yunhuang subconsciously rushed over, wanting to help her. .

Unexpectedly, I didn't know what I stepped on, my toes hurt, my legs went numb, and I almost fell on the spot, so I hurriedly supported the railing next to me.

When he stood still and looked at Ning Xuemo again, he found that Han Shanyue half-wrapped her with one arm, and put her on a chair next to him.

Ji Yunhuang: "..." Is he dazzled?

The painting saint Han Shanyue, who is usually inaccessible to gods and ghosts, would actually help a girl with her own hands?

But seeing that he was helping him upright, and that Ning Xuemo almost fell, Ji Yunhuang couldn't say much.

The numbness in his leg had disappeared, he walked up to Ning Xuemo a few steps, looked at her face: "Xuemo, are you alright?"

(End of this chapter)