I Am a Magic Sword

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They can't believe their eyes.

Finally, someone still spoke.

"No, is this a painting? Is it a ghost symbol completely?"

"Girl, come and see, the paintings that people draw for you are like drawing a ghost... Hahaha!" The man couldn't help laughing, "He is insulting you!"

"This is the ghost!"

"It's still blood red, it looks scary!"

"Me too, with some hair in my heart."

Talk to the person and don't overdo it, as if the painting is terrible!

"It's really scary"

"..."

Qing Yan swallowed the rice in her mouth and placed the bowl on the table, and then raised her head to look at Lin Jie's painting.

Just looking at the first glance, stunned!

Chen Hao's thinking also stagnate in a short time!

Just because of Lin Jie's painting.

Figures that claim to be light-colored!

The painting is completely blood-red, and the background is almost blood-red, like blood-red stars, like a blood-red world, and a blood-red lake...

In the painting, a figure is clearly visible.

Of course, the tone is said to be a human figure, but not a ghost.

The ghost is extremely grim, it has only one face, two hole-like transparent eyes, and a mouth with a toothy exaggerated mouth, that mouth... almost divided the grim face in half!

Chen Hao remembers this ghost.

When the light face broke through the magical realm, this grim ghost appeared on her!

He suddenly stared at Lin Jie, who had recovered his decadent look, just wondering how he saw this Lin Jie!

Qing Yan stared staringly at the familiar group of blood-colored ghosts, feeling that the two holes were the same. Suspiciously transparent eyes suddenly squinted, turning into strange and extreme smiles, squinting into two lines.

That greasy big mouth grinds his teeth, as if chewing something.

Immediately afterwards, Qing Yan was shocked, awakened from that illusion, and then quickly pressed away from the body and began to kill the magical powers!

Chen Hao reminded: "Yan Yan, do you remember the ghost that I told you the last time you broke through the magical realm? It's exactly the same as painting this!"

"How is it? Senior Chen, am I doing well?"

Lin Jie looked at Qing Yan, with anxiety and anticipation in her eyes. It was a look that hoped to gain recognition.

Qing Yan gave Lin Jie a serious look, as if to see him through.

But she could still see that Lin Jie was not ulterior motives, nor was she sarcastic.

"Your skills are still immature, but there is already everyone's style, but drawing personal figures, like this, no wonder you need to use a sword to force others to buy painting...I think, you often use that sword to protect yourself? "

"Yes, he just owes it!" Someone at the next table interjected, "If he painted me like this, I would have to beat him!"

"Hahaha...girl, we support you to beat him!"

"If he dares to fight back, we will help you!"

"Right, right, beating him! Beating hard!"

The drinkers at the next table started coaxing.

Lin Jie took another sip of wine, disappointed and lonely.

Qing Yan went on to say: "Although the painting is ugly, I have to say that you painted it very much and it was very vivid!"

"Really?"

Lin Jie suddenly got up from the chair and asked in surprise.

"Really, I don't need to lie to you. Your style, although a little...different, but you have the intuition to see through other people's hearts and have outstanding talents. You really have the talent to become a generation of Danqing everyone!"

"I knew it, I knew... I knew that Senior Chen could understand me!" Lin Jie choked with excitement, "After so many years, I have painted countless portraits of people, only Senior Chen... You only know Senior Chen. !"

Chen Hao looked at Lin Jie and felt that the child had been out of the way all these years. He should have been beaten many times!

"Don't mention it, I don't need to understand you, I just talk about things!"

"I understand, I understand, as long as I understand!"

Lin Jie was excited and handed his hand-writing brush to Qing Yan: "Senior Chen, can you write a few words on it?"

"No!" Qing Yan waved her hand as if catching a fly.

She was indeed impatient.

"It's me taking the liberty!" Lin Jie was a little disappointed, but he still coaxed the painting, carefully rolled it up, and respectfully held the painting to Qingyan with both hands: "This painting is my heart, please also ask Chen Seniors accept it!"

"No, take it away!"

Qing Yan doesn't have any affection for ghosts on the scroll.

Moreover, she didn't want to have a relationship with Lin Jie.

"After that, when I have improved my painting skills, I will definitely restart..." Speaking of which, Lin Jie was suddenly speechless.

He stared blankly at Qing Yan, and fell silent again.

He looked around and lowered his voice and asked: "Senior Chen, the walking dead in Dai Ye's hand, is it the one you like?"

With a glaring light look, Lin Jie swept away the ink, ink, paper and inkstones, holding the scroll, carrying the long sword, and fled the window, just like the wind!

"Stop, you haven't paid it yet!" Restaurant Xiaoer looked at the situation and hurriedly rushed to the window and shouted.

But how could he call Lin Jie back.

Xiaoer Restaurant turned his head and looked at Qing Yan: "Guest, look..."

Qing Yan glanced at his wrinkled, bitter gourd-like face, and said indifferently, "His money, let me pay!"

"Thank you guests! Thank you guests!"

The restaurant's second busy was grateful.

There is a lot of money in Qingyan, and I can't run out of it in this life.

It was cloudy on October 30, there was no sun, and occasionally a cool wind blew by.

The blades of grass and trees began to turn yellow, and at the foot of the Yinshan School, a decaying and barren scene appeared.

Countless warriors gathered at the foot of the corpse school. At the foot of the corpse school, there stood a table, surrounded by tables and chairs. The chairs sat one by one on the ancestral ancestors, only a quarter of them. The location is still empty.

And on the periphery of the tables and chairs, watch the martial artists who have no strength status.

Only the forces or warriors who received the invitation letter from the corpse can have their own position, and the others can only stand.

The weather was still early, Chen Ruoyan did not arrive, and the corpses did not come to power, and the familiar warriors underneath began to talk and greet.

"Old Liu, I didn't expect your Liu family to let you come to the Corpse School this time?"

"No way, I am a bad old man, even if I can't go back, the family will not lose anything... aren't you the same as me?"

"You laughed, I came here only because of curiosity. The corpseists said that those who killed Tianjia and Yunjia's corpse control weapons were all sent by Liang Shuyuan in secret to marry the corpse. I just wanted to see Look, what the **** is going on!"

"Oh! Do you think I will believe your gibberish? But the address of the corpse school is okay. If we let us enter the corpse school, I'm really a bit worried, whether I can go back!"

"It can be seen that the Corpse is still sincere!"

"Huh! Sincerity? If it wasn't for the Corpses to have suffered heavy losses in that war, what kind of sincerity do you think they would show? They... are also worried!"

"What are you worried about? Even if people suffer heavy losses, there are still powerful people in the field? We family, sect, can't help others at all?"

"Hey, don’t take us too lowly, wait for Xi Qin, East Qin, and Wu Guo over Zhongyu to divide Liang Pingguo, and their corpses are also afraid that these people will encourage us to deal with them. ! Now is the time for them to be weak!"

"Really this truth!"