The original very good smell of ink, by the smell of this powder mixed, there is a kind of unspeakable feeling.

Dye long song slightly frown.

The most important thing about painting is peace of mind. It is absolutely impossible for her to be so upset and irritable as she is now.

Even if the person who let her paint is Qiu Luo, she must be able to match the brush she has on her hand.

When ran Changge takes up the brush, he feels a little calmer.

Temporarily a little suppressed that strange mood.

Dye long song from time to time to look up at her very close to the princess.

However, the princess's every move, dye Changsong heart is basically clear.

But really drawing her is different from the others in her own pen.

Others are just strangers, so I don't feel much at the bottom of my heart.

But this one is the wife of one's beloved.

Thinking like this, let her also bring this emotion into the painting, can't break free at all.

I can only stare at the painting in front of me as much as possible.

Slowly, as the woman on the painting matures, ran Changge looks at qiuluo's face and zooms in front of him.

In the end, it was as if it had been engraved in her mind.

Dyed the canthus of the long song, slightly red two points, seems to be holding on to something.

The pen in the hand seems to have lost its original function at this moment.

Be dyed long song to die to hold.

There has been a voice in her head telling her: do it, kill her, kill qiuluo.

Kill her with the hairpin. As long as there is no Qiu Luo, she can marry Si Heng, and Si Heng can be her!

However, the words are not finished.

The voice of color month furiously denounces, from dye long song's ear side ring up, sternly voice way, "you are making what Leng, hurry to draw! You dare to be lazy when you are looking at you here

Dye long song has not completely recovered from that emotion.

So at this moment, hearing the voice of caiyue, at most, is slowly looking up.

Slowly on the eyes of the color moon.

I've never seen such emotion as dye long song.

Although caiyue dislikes dye Changsong very much, she really sees that gloomy mood from her eyes.

Leng Buding was startled and stepped back. "What are you looking at? Do you still want to rebel? How dare you look at me like that. "

Caiyue looks scared.

On the contrary, ran Changsong is a little strange.

Now it's a direct return to God.

The reaction is that he just slightly lost his state.

On the other hand, I'm glad that I'm still far away from qiuluo.

Otherwise, just now she really had another impulse, with the pen in her hand, stabbed qiuluo's body and face.

This impulse seems to be uncontrollable.

Now and then it comes out.

At that time, it seems that there is a light taste, slowly full of her in front.

She was not too calm at the beginning, at this moment, as if driven by something, immediately became more serious.

The movement of holding the brush is also slightly unstable.

Why is she holding a pen, not a dagger?

If it was a dagger, now she would go up to qiuluo and plunge it into her chest.

Blood splashing everywhere!

In this way, qiuluo will certainly not live.

There are no bodyguards here, only a few maids. It's a good time for her to start.

Unfortunately, why not a dagger?

Why?

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