Fairy, things are really not what you think!

Just thinking back, Baitao felt that her consciousness was about to be shattered by that terrifying stormy sea.

epiphany -

Obviously not his own epiphany.

But I have occupied the 'Dao Fruit' of this epiphany.

She looked at Guran who sat down after writing in shock, and tried hard to get up, but at this moment, even getting up seemed to be a difficult thing for her.

But at the same time——

She could feel that the aura in her purple mansion was more abundant than ever before.

If it weren't for the lack of foundation.

And...Miss Guran's painting has already been drawn.

The wave of aura would even push him to a higher tide, and the Void Return Realm...maybe it wasn't a delusion either.

She finally sat up with difficulty.

Covering her body with a thin blanket that was also wet with sweat, Baitao stared at Guran with a complicated expression.

A blend of divine will.

It is also a very special symbol for the Qingqiu Fox Clan.

But... how to understand that kind of semi-compulsive blending of spirit and mind.

Baitao doesn't know.

Even looking back on the entire past of Qingqiu, and even all the romantic legends about the fusion of gods and wills, no one seems to have mentioned what to do if someone is forced to fuse the gods and wills.

Because... the fusion of God and will must have an excellent tacit understanding between the two parties.

There is no compulsion.

But...but! ! !

Baitao can be sure that she was forced to be involved in this vortex of epiphany and divine will.

He didn't leave any traces of himself on Mr. Guran's body at all.

In addition to... Guran's strong peach fragrance left behind by writing.

He is like a painting tool.

It was simply used as a paintbrush in Mr. Guran's hand, and then... the chicken and the dog ascended to heaven.

Although I also cooperate very well.

Hugging her knees under the thin blanket, Baitao felt that after that great fortune, she was about to lose the ability to move.

She rested, quietly waiting for Guran to wake up from her epiphany.

After about half a stick of incense, Guran slowly opened his eyes.

The girl's eyes shone brightly.

For a moment, Baitao even felt that the thin blanket on her body had lost its shielding effect.

So he looked at the fox girl curled up in a ball in front of him, wrapped in a blanket and looking at him cautiously.

I have never felt so refreshed.

The level of comfort is similar to the dream of bullying sister Huanhuan, or the feeling of painting for Senior Sister Man that night, not even more so.

Look inside Zifu.

Therefore, he can feel the spiritual energy in his Zi Mansion surge like a tide.

The originally gaseous aura turned into a peach-juice-like dew drop by drop, swirling into a whirlpool around the black and white clouds formed by the fragments of evil spirit in Guran's Zifu.

And the small light purple sword embryo is just hanging on the Qionglu tide.

Is this the feeling of the Foundation Establishment Realm?

Therefore, I feel that I am becoming more comfortable in using my spiritual energy.

Therefore, the gazes of Fox Lady in front of her are full of joy, as if she is looking at her own "lucky star".

If it weren't for the fox lady's expression, she seemed to be a little embarrassed, her forehead hair was wet with thin sweat, the woman's originally neat bangs were stuck to her forehead due to thin sweat, and her originally moist lips were bitten out to restrain herself. If there are some slight tooth marks.

So I even wanted to paint another one for her.

"It's already been drawn—" Gu Ran lifted up the scroll in front of her and showed it to Miss Baitao.

On the picture scroll, the fox girl lying sideways in front of the bath was wearing a half-wet thin skirt, holding her snow-white and fluffy tail, and gently biting the tip of her own tail.

Behind her, eight tails bloomed like night-blooming night flowers on a summer night.

One of the tails still had a little ink stain on the tip of its tail.

On the edge of the picture scroll, there are painted paperweights, ink stones, porcelain plates, and... a picture scroll with a slightly exposed corner.

She is in the picture.

Also like a person outside the painting.

On the scroll, Bai Tao's beautiful amber-like eyes are looking forward to the beauty, with clear spring water in them, and an intoxicating smile.

It seems that the white peach in the scroll will come out of the painting in the next second.

Baitao looked at her own picture scroll and suddenly felt a little crazy.

She could feel that the soul that had been surging just because of the breakthrough and forced deep integration quickly calmed down and turned into another wonderful emotion.

It seems that there is a subtle seed rooted in his soul, and the deep root germinates and then grows wantonly.

While stabilizing his soul, he also left a strong mark.

Her previous speculation was correct——

If the viewer looks at his own picture scrolls, the degree of stability and growth of his soul is not comparable to looking at other people's picture scrolls.

The only problem is... It's too embarrassing to look at my picture scrolls.

In particular, this picture scroll was not unfolded by myself, but the way the adults showed it to me.

It's almost like 'execution'.

"Thank you..."

"Miss Guran." The most embarrassing thing is that I still have to suppress this limp body and thank Master Guran.

Her eyes were turning, and Bai Tao's voice was drier than she expected.

In the previous shouts that were dumb and silent.

Throat seemed to be on fire.

So it was a little embarrassing.

It was the first time for her to use others as her material, and they thanked her after the painting was finished.

Although I think I have made an appointment with Senior Sister Ningyan.

But Guran always felt that with Senior Sister Ningyan's temperament as soft as water, she would probably be so ashamed that she would bury her head in her knees and pretend to be dead.

As for Miss Man...

Senior Sister Man was full of sword intent, and her calmness was terrifying.

After I finished painting that night, I took off my shoes and ran away.

And Xiaoxiao... Xiaoxiao probably jumped on him when he finished drawing.

Thinking of Xiaoxiao, and thinking of the girl leaning at the door with her body pouted, looking sour and overeating, I suddenly couldn't help but smile a little.

what?

You tell me the truth.

If the subject matter was Gu Zuo, Gu Ran would have been hung up and tied up at this time, with the hem of his clothes raised ready to be beaten.

Therefore, she lowered her head to frame the picture scroll, and stopped looking at Baitao's watery eyes.

"It's me who should thank Sister Baitao."

"If it wasn't for Sister Baitao... I don't know when I will be able to build the foundation."

Baitao bit her lip lightly.

Build a foundation?

The Dao Fruit that allows him to directly break through from the sixth heaven of the God Transformation Realm to the ninth heaven.

Can only let the girl in front of her break through from Qi Refining Realm to Foundation Establishment Realm?

Therefore, your cultivation journey seems to be very difficult.

but--

Baitao lowered his eyebrows and watched the action of Gu Ran mounting the scroll.

"So, did your lord do it on purpose?"

"still..."

"I didn't notice."

"That fusion of divine will..."

"Then I was forced to blend with God and mind."

Baitao suddenly saw the beautiful and bright smile on the face of Mr. Guran who had mounted the picture scroll.

That's why adults are pretty and beautiful.

Even in Qingqiu, it can probably be ranked well.

It's also nice to smile.

"Maybe... I didn't notice it."

"After all, when Lord Guran entered that selfless posture before..."

"The whole person seems to have changed his temperament."

Guran handed the framed picture scroll to Baitao's arms. She sniffed the richer and sweeter fragrance in the air, and smiled at Baitao, "Okay——"

"I'll leave the painting to Sister Baitao."

"That..."

"Sister Baitao, rest well."

After hesitating for a while, Gu Ran looked at the lower lip of Fox Lady, who was almost bitten, took out a bamboo tube from her sleeve and handed it to Bai Tao.

"correct--"

"This is the spring water from Yunyan Mountain."

"Sister Baitao, drink more water."

She understood that at this delicate and strange moment, it was better to run away quickly.

Baitao looked at Guran's back as he quickly 'run away' after handing the scroll into his arms, and slowly closed the hands holding the scroll in his arms.

"That's why my lord..."

seem--

As a painting tool, the feeling of ascending to heaven together with Guran-sama...isn't a bad thing.

He heard the door of the suite slam shut.

The fox girl finally fell down completely on the thin blanket as if all her strength had been drained away.

The woman's long, white fingers unconsciously grabbed the thin blanket under her body.

There seemed to be a faint scent of ink on the blanket... like sandalwood.

It's like... the smell of Miss Guran.

Holding the picture scroll in her arms, the fox girl bit her tail, which still smelled of sandalwood, and suddenly started to twist around on the thin blanket.

It was only then that she seemed to reflect.