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"Well, don't you?" Xie Tao looked at him and joked. "It's too hard to hear this name."

Xie Tao was a rare joke. Hou Qing and Bai Hu did not smile at all. Hou Qing said: "You don't need a name, so it's good."

Xie Tao said: "I didn't want it before?"

Hou Qingdao said: "At that time, I was small and I didn't understand things."

Xie Tao coveted, staring at the portrait of the white tiger who came to live in the Buddha, whispered: "What do you know now?"

After Qing did not speak.

Bai Hu’s tone is not good: “The name doesn’t matter, you don’t want to paint in the future.” He said that he would tie Xie Zhen to him.

"Hey?" Xie Wei was dumbfounded. He was shocked and stared at the stupid tiger. "Why, let me down."

White Tiger Road: "Go back to the house, cold."

Xie said: "I will go by myself."

White Tiger said: "What's the relationship, it's light like a petal."

Xie Tao feels that his old father's dignity is gone! I have slept for fifteen years and slept in the light!

They went back to the house, and Xie said, "What are you nervous about? I am getting old..."

He just said this, the two of them looked over together, and Hou Qing’s line of sight was serious. The white tiger looked fierce and said the same thing: “Don’t say this, you are not old!”

Xie Wei: "..." Just like you, he really felt that he had stepped into the tomb with one leg.

He said: "What are you panic? I live alive and live longer than you."

In fact, Xie Tao said that he was guilty, but he gave people a flicker.

No one knows how long the flower **** has lived. What is certain is that this is not what they can imagine.

Their short life is like a blink of an eye in front of the flower god.

Xie Tao said that he lives longer than them, they believe.

Hou Qing's demeanor is much more soothing: "...just hope that you can sleep less."

White Tiger also said: "You sleep for fifteen years, and then I will die when I sleep..."

Xie Yan gave him a look: "What nonsense!"

He said old, they can't listen; they said four, he couldn't listen.

White Tiger said: "Then you will..." His voice is very low, don't be awkward. It is incredible to say this with his character. He said, "Let's take a look at us. ""

Xie Zhen’s heart was soft and soft... He looked at the painting in his hand and rubbed the white tiger above. He whispered softly: “Good.”

When the sky is getting dark, Qinglong is back. He is still a teenager of the 18th and 9th. When he sees Xie Tao, a pair of indigo-colored scorpions are all... amazing.

Xie Tao was aware of it, and his mind was slightly moving. Yes, at that time, the dragon was too small and the angle was limited. It was estimated that he did not see his appearance.

But he is asleep, Qinglong should also come to visit? I probably woke up when I fell asleep?

Xie Tao did not quite understand.

Qinglong’s emotions are hidden very quickly, and he has already bent down and bowed his way: “Flower God.” The clear juvenile sound, with some young and old dumb.

Xie Yan bent his eyes and smiled: "Come and see me."

This is the first time he saw the human form of Qinglong, and he would like to see it as normal.

Qinglong approached him and looked at him.

Um... 18:9 is already very high, really long!

Xie Tao also tickles: "Change back to the body, I see?"

Hou Qing and Bai Hu immediately said: "No painting is allowed."

Xie Wei smiled and said slowly: "You are too embarrassed to be a brother, just let me paint for you, don't allow me to paint for my brother?"

Qinglong’s eyebrows groaned and said: “You just woke up, still rest, paint and work.”

Xie Tao was not happy, he said: "You grew up one by one, the wings are hard, and the body is not willing to show me."

He pressed his voice a little, and he was a little nervous.

Qinglong Road: "What do you want to see, just look..."

Xie Tao said: "Don't you paint?"

The three men nodded.

Xie Wei flicked them, they were not easy. He said: "What are you afraid of? You have already existed. Can I paint one more?"

When the words came out, the three people were stunned.

Especially after Qing, his thin lips trembled and whispered: "The holy mountain and the demon sea, it really is what you draw."

Xie Wei: "..."

Say no, it is not, it is too difficult to explain.

The white tiger and the green dragon are very dignified. Qinglong asks: "You have been sleeping for so long because you created the holy mountain and the demon sea?"

Xie Tao said: "Okay."

The three men said in unison: "Why create them?"

why……

How to explain it...

There are no holy mountains and demon seas, but also the descendants of the saints and demon ancestors.

Without them, where is the world, where is the rose flower, where is the flower god?

"Is it for us?" The three people already had the answer. The world outside is chaotic, and there are evil things, but these have nothing to do with the flower world. Flowers and flowers can stay in the flower world. There is no need to worry about what is going on outside.

However, Hua Shen painted the holy mountain, painted the demon sea, painted a different world, and created a new world for them.

In fifteen years, they traveled all over the holy mountain and the demon sea, looked at the grass and the wood, and looked at the mountains and the water. They thought that these were all brushes from the **** of flowers, and there was only admiration and awe in their hearts.

Xie Tao asked a seemingly unrelated topic: "Do you believe in fate?"

The three could not answer.

Xie Tao told them: "Don't believe, you only need to believe in yourself."

This is a way to stay, for their encounters countless years later.

Xie Tao still painted the body of Qinglong, and then caught the back of the nine-tailed fox.

He already has a nine-tailed illustration, but it doesn't matter if the painting is not painted, but it is still drawn in the same standard. Oh, Hou Qing’s painting has already been done. He has always been a human figure. He doesn’t need to look at the body. Xie Zhen’s moving pen is the eye of the wind.

As soon as he painted, the four were worried, for fear that he would sleep again.

Fortunately, Xie Tao’s mental state is very good, there is no sign of any effort.

And he loves these paintings very much, and he can't help but look back and forth, and gradually they will let go.

Xie Tao knows that he should not "disappear" as long as he does not write his name.

It was the last bird.

Suzaku is the youngest, and the time to transform the human form is also the shortest. The impression on Xie Tao is also slightly shallow. He flies far away, and after receiving the news, he flew for three days before returning.

This day, Xie Yan is very excited, so I have to have a party.

After Qing Qing Jiuwei went to prepare food, Qinglong White Tiger went to get some fresh things, Xie Yi was bored and sunbathed in the garden.

He flipped the album in his hand and had a faint smile on his lips.

At this moment, a fascinating bird song, with a red light across the sky, the teenager in a gorgeous feathers fell into the sea of ​​flowers.

Xie Tao looked up and thought, this little broken bird can be counted back.

Juvenile Suzaku has not retired, although it will not be as embarrassing as a child, but it is also beautiful and beautiful.

His facial features are most like the river slant. When he thought of the young Jiang slant, it was such a look. Xie couldn't help but bend his eyes.

He was trying to greet him, the bird came over himself, and a pair of scorpions were full of surprises: "Who are you?"

Xie Wei: "........."

"You look so good." Suzaku bent down and looked at Xie Tao. After watching it for a while, he said seriously, "How about marrying me?"