As a yellow-haired villain, I really don't want to be chased by the heroine

In the secluded corridor, Luo Qingchuan saw the door at the end open, and a vague figure came out.

Looking directly at each other for a moment, the man said:

"The two fellow Taoists came to the wrong place. There are no evil cultivators, only one poor fellow."

"Who is your Excellency?"

"Walker: Bafang."

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0112 Born to be a painting fairy

"Poor thing?"

"A poor wretch who wants to die."

Bafang is a man in his thirties. He observes the two people who are coming. The young man is handsome and the young girl is gorgeous, like a couple of gods and gods.

And their realm is unclear and unpredictable from all directions.

He remembered that Master said that there are always some extraordinary talents in the world who can accomplish things that ordinary people cannot.

Bafang thought that a world-class genius must be rare in the world, but he really met tonight, two, or a couple.

Luo Qingchuan let go of Su Yingxue's hand and walked forward alone, "Your Excellency Bafang, are you here for the author of 'Painting Beauty'?"

He saw a man in a black windbreaker with short hair and an unshaven beard, who was at the 8th level of Qi training.

"Yeah," Ba Fang nodded, and said shocking words, "When I came, he was about to hang himself."

"what?"

Luo Qingchuan frowned, "Why?"

Bafang took half a step back and let out the door.

"If you want to know, come here."

The door at the end of the corridor was ajar, revealing a faint yellow light.

Luo Qingchuan was about to walk over, when light footsteps sounded behind him, he turned his head, and Su Yingxue's white and slender fingers rested on his hand.

The girl floated over like a fairy cloud, "I'll be with you."

"Ah."

Luo Qingchuan didn't think it was a big threat, he was already at the 7th level of Foundation Establishment, frankly speaking, if he didn't meet the Golden Core Old Demon, he would be able to fight.

Luo Qingchuan pushed open the door, and the two came into the room,

The apartment room is old and simple, with no furniture, drawing paper is scattered on the floor by the window, covered with colorful paint, and there is a chair in front of the window,

Directly opposite is the drawing board and another chair,

Sitting in front of the drawing board was a young man in his 20s, with his head down and a lifeless look all over his body.

Luo Qingchuan looked up and saw a bundle of nylon ropes hanging down, tied in a circle, dangling above the young man's head.

Bafang sighed softly, "This kid is proficient in painting skills, maybe he was born with the fate of painting immortals. He has no aura in him. He is either an evil cultivator or an ordinary person who has not started the fairy road. He has not been discovered by the famous sect. I plan to Recommend him out, if he steps into the path of cultivation, he will be able to build a foundation within a year."

so smart?

Luo Qingchuan glanced at the dangling rope circle, and looked at Uncle Bafang, "How did you draw that painting?"

Bafang smiled wryly, "I don't know yet. I rescued him, but he just sat there alone and didn't speak. Look."

Bafang walked up to the young man and patted him on the shoulder, "Can you tell me about that portrait?"

The young painter bowed his head in silence.

Su Yingxue stood tall and graceful, looking at the paintings scattered all over the floor, her gaze was fixed on the seat in front of the window.

She whispered: "Xiao Chuanchuan...the sister in the painting is sitting there. The blue sky is outside the window."

Luo Qingchuan looked over, and heard Bafang sigh again.

"We are extraordinary people, but you have not stepped on the road of cultivation, but a painting has become extraordinary and holy, with a charm inside. We will be Taoists in the future. If you need any help, you can tell us."

Hearing this, the young painter finally moved. Luo Qingchuan saw him turn his face back, his gray eyes lingering on Luo Qingchuan and Su Yingxue for a moment, and murmured,

"You... are gods, fairies?"

Su Yingxue leaned slightly against Luo Qingchuan, the despair and death in the painter's eyes made Su Yingxue a little uneasy and uncomfortable.

Luo Qingchuan pursed her lips and said, "We are practitioners."

There seems to be a glimmer of light in the eyes of the young artist,

"Can you bring the dead back to life? She, I still have her ashes..."

The three practitioners were startled.

Luo Qingchuan walked away slowly, "'She', is that the one you sold that painting to?"

"Ah, it's her," the painter became more and more excited, "she is my fiancée, her name is Fan Shasha, she is very good, she is a very kind person, god, save her, let her come back to life! "

While talking, he slipped from the chair and knelt in front of Luo Qingchuan, trembling all over.

The corners of Bafang's eyes twitched, and he was about to explain that practitioners cannot bring the dead back to life, but Luo Qingchuan shook his head slightly at him.

Facing this young man with extraordinary background, Ba Fang didn't want to create any suspicion with him, so he fell silent.

"What's your name?" Luo Qingchuan asked.

"Li, Li Ying."

"Your fiancée Miss Fan Shasha, why did you die?"

Li Ying's pupils trembled, and his words were sad and low.

"She probably died of starvation."

"Huh?" Luo Qingchuan was shocked, and Su Yingxue bit her lip, never expecting that someone would starve to death in this bustling city, and it was the big sister who made people feel sympathetic at first glance.

Li Ying lowered his head and told the truth slowly and with difficulty.

His words were very divided, talking about the past for a while, talking about his imagination for the future for a while, saying that her fiancée is a good person for a while, and saying that he is a cruel and ruthless fool for a while.

till the end,

Only then did the three of them understand what had happened to this young man who was born with an immortal personality.

Luo Qingchuan glanced at the chair in front of the window sill again.

Five months ago, Fan Shasha was sitting here, and she was acting as a model for his fiancé, Li Ying, who had amazing drawing skills at a young age.

Li Ying's family was poor. Although he was good at painting, he had been honing his skills and was too lazy to accept business drafts, so he lived in a miserable life.

Even so, Li Ying also reaped his love.

He was moved.

So Li Ying wanted to prepare a gift for his fiancée, a wedding gift, a painting that belonged to him and her,

Li Ying is determined to use all his skills and efforts in his life so far to present the most perfect painting to the person he loves the most.

He and she often paint for a whole day,

Li Ying has an unparalleled obsession and enthusiasm for painting, and now with his love for his fiancée, Li Ying attaches more importance to this painting than ever before.

Li Ying spent sleepless nights sculpting, and if there was any mistake or dislike, he would tear up the painting.He wanted to make the painting worthy of the person he loved, worthy of all the effort he had put in the front half.

Fan Shasha maintained her smile, sat there motionless, and supported what her lover loved.

One month, two months, three months... Li Ying's paintings became more and more shocking and radiant. The Fan Shasha he painted made people's eyes tremble, with a hazy temperament and a charming charm.

Li Ying stared at the painting, full of joy and the joy of the completion of the masterpiece. He failed to notice that the fiancée sitting in front of the window was getting more and more haggard and skinny. Sometimes she would be scolded by the frenzied Li Ying when she moved.

She is about to wither, and the stunning flower in the painting is about to bloom.

Li Ying was about to draw it, the godlike painting full of love that was given to her on her wedding day.

How beautiful would that be?

What is he going to paint?

How much did he love that painting?

Vanessa didn't know,

In the afternoon of that day, the light shining on her back from the window was quite warm,

Li Ying stopped writing, his eyes were sparkling, and he was overjoyed. He looked at the painting and the people in it, and felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment and love overflowing his chest.

He drew it, a perfect picture that seemed to be alive,

The soul was born under his pen, and he endowed it with the most dazzling brilliance. Li Ying seemed to be able to see the fiancée in the painting smiling and winking at him.

So Li Ying looked at Fan Shasha on the window sill,

"I did it! This painting has to be the best wedding present in the world!"

She sat there quietly, smiling, and the last bit of expression was extinguished in her dim eyes.

"God, let her come back to life! I won't paint, I won't paint again! We were planning to get married in winter! It's the annual vacation time!"

Li Ying knelt on the ground and cried embarrassingly. Without the pride of a rising star in the painting world, he burst into tears.

Luo Qingchuan was speechless for a moment, he glanced at Su Yingxue, and found that the elegant girl was quietly wiping away tears.

Bafang frowned tightly, and said in a muffled voice, "Li Ying, why did you sell the painting? That's not the last thing Miss Fan left you..."

"I need money," Li Ying murmured, "I need money for her parents, and the receiving account is their bank card. They hate me for not taking good care of her. I plan to take care of her, yes , I was going to find her."

He looked up at Luo Qingchuan,

Li Ying realized that this boy who was several years younger than him was the one who had the most say among the three 'fairies'.

He begged: "God, I can do anything! Bring her back from hell! That's not where she should be."

Su Yingxue wanted to go to Laluo Qingchuan. She knew that the boy she loved was the most soft-hearted and kind-hearted, but what could he do?

Luo Qingchuan was silent for a moment, then he smiled.

Luo Qingchuan knelt down and patted Li Ying's shoulder.

"I can't do it now,"

Li Ying's face changed between crying and laughing, as if he was going crazy,

"Did you hear that, with the ability of an ordinary person, you drew that kind of shocking work, Uncle Bafang said that you are probably born to be a painting fairy..."

"So what?" Li Ying was heartbroken.

"Don't beg others," Luo Qingchuan paused every word, "go find a fairy, the hope is slim, but you can try to do it, rely on your strength to save her."

"Looking for... Immortal? But I'm already in my twenties."

"It's not too late. With your talent and aptitude, I believe that every sect in the Dao League will welcome you as their disciple. Go forward,"

Luo Qingchuan got up, held Su Yingxue's hand, and said, "To save your loved one, that should be your job, not me."

Li Ying sat slumped on the ground with a confused face.

Bafang stays here, and he recommends a genius to the teacher, who can reap a lot of benefits.

"Let's go, Mr. Li, see you again."

Luo Qingchuan and Su Yingxue left hand in hand, the girl had tears in her eyes, this story made her uncomfortable.

The two stepped out of the apartment building and strolled along the city's long street in the night.

The screen of the mobile phone was shining brightly. Luo Qingchuan submitted the task on the APP. There were no dangerous people and prohibited items in the auction, and the task was completed.

Points credited.

"The gift I prepared for you is almost ready." Luo Qingchuan looked at her.

Su Yingxue smiled softly, she was infinitely beautiful in the night, like the moving radiance of the second moon.

She suddenly said: "If you die, I will not accept any white lies, and will definitely go to you. I have been looking for immortals for too long, and I can't bear it."