novelraw V1.Chapter 896
V1.Chapter 896
I embarrassed smile: "this joke is not good, I haven't heard, ghosts and people can be together."
"It's nothing, as long as you like, I can." White ghost said so easily, said my throat is very difficult to swallow.
The white haired ghost put me down, waved his hand, put down the window curtain inside the room, and covered the curtain outside. I usually don't have these things. At this time, I can't adapt. Looking at the white haired ghost who has come up, he swallowed and said, "don't seduce me. I don't have any reserve. If I don't, I'm not human."
Listen to me, white ghost Leng for a while, laugh heartily, I see some in a daze, heart ordinary jump.
"What's so funny?" When I asked, the white haired ghost bowed his head and gave me a kiss. His lips were cold, just like when I was with Ouyang Li for the first time. His heart trembled.
After swallowing another mouthful of saliva, I stepped back and wanted to get up, but the white haired ghost left and pressed my arm, which made me unable to move.
As soon as I saw that he wouldn't let me move, I quickly said, "if you want to do this, I'm not polite. Anyway, I'm an exorcist. Don't forget."
"Can't I deal with you?" The white haired ghost was very interested in asking me, so I said, "you can deal with me naturally, but I will burn both jade and stone with you, and you won't get any good either."
"Better a broken jade than a broken one?" The white haired ghost asked me, but I didn't answer. After thinking for a while, I saw that the white haired ghost didn't move. I said, "if you don't like this, we can't do this to me. Why don't I tell you a story or something? I've experienced a lot in recent years. I'll tell you something. Besides, I'm studying archaeology. Do you want me to tell you something about history, Of course, if you like other things, I will also tell you whether the spring palace pictures were popular in your time. I can also tell you something more specific. "
Listen to me, the white haired ghost was stunned. He sat on one side and frowned. It seemed that he couldn't understand anything. So I got up and sat down. By the way, I asked him, "what's the matter with you?"
The white haired ghost looked at me: "what is the spring palace painting?"
I don't know?
So I smile, is very obscene: "in fact, is the spring palace map, you do not understand it does not matter, I can teach you, come on."
After that, I found the paper and pen that Ouyang Li used, spread out the paper and drew on it. I thought about the palace in spring carefully, and then began to describe it.
I was satisfied with the painting, so I put down my pen. Fortunately, I always read Ouyang Li paintings, otherwise I would lose my face.
When I saw the white haired ghost's eyebrows locked, and then looked at me, I didn't pay attention at first, but later I felt uncomfortable, so I asked, "what do you mean by your eyes?"
The white haired ghost sighed and asked me, "what are you drawing?"
The white haired ghost raised his hand and pointed to my painting. There was a Mulan painted on it. I thought about it for a while and said, "what do you think it is?"
"Weeds."
"..." this guy is so angry. I want to kill him with a brush. Is it mo LAN?
"How can it be a weed? You can have a good look." I said some unhappy, but also very anxious, Mingming usually Ouyang Li and I said, I draw progress, has been good.
The white haired ghost thought, "I look at the grass."
"How can it be grass?" I was so mad that the white haired ghost was still indifferent. I pointed to the painting and said, "it's Mulan. Have you ever seen Mulan?"
The white ghost frowned and took another look at the ink orchid I drew. It seemed that he didn't understand the ink orchid very well, so he spared me. He pulled his sleeve with one hand and wrote with the other hand, drawing on another piece of paper.
I see him like that. The more he looks like Ouyang Li, the more strange he is. How can there be such a similar person in the world? It's really strange.
While painting, the white haired ghost said, "when painting, be calm and peaceful."
I Oh a facial expression, go to see, the results see white ghost wonderful pen flowers, painted a bunch of ink orchids, to be likable.
I said at this time: "I haven't seen it several times, but it's beautiful."
The white haired ghost frowned and looked at me: "the ink orchid is not a rare flower, but it is also a delicate thing. What you draw is not the artistic conception of the ink orchid, not..."
The white haired ghost said that I was angry on one side, so he stopped. I pointed to the painting and said, "I think it's almost the same."
"Right." White ghost helpless, put down the pen also don't say I what, but I'm sorry, I draw is not as good as other people's that.
"Although I'm not as good as you, I'll try the day after tomorrow." In fact, when I say this, I just want to find a step for myself. The white haired ghost still understands that he didn't say anything to me, but the more he doesn't say it, the more uncomfortable I feel.
"Drawing doesn't mean much. Let's talk about something else. I don't like it." I said to one side, although I feel very useless, but also can't lose in the mouth.
It's comfortable to think about it.
The white haired ghost turned to me and asked me, "what else can you tell me?"
"Nature says everything. What do you like to hear?"
"Whatever." After that, the white haired ghost went back to the bed, sat down and went to bed. I saw him lying down, so I sat at his feet and talked nonsense with him. The white haired ghost looked at me, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
When I saw that the white haired ghost was asleep, I was relieved. I got up and stood up. Instead of feeling very sleepy, I went to the front of the picture, looked at it for a while, picked up the pen and wrote a few words on it.
I'll go back and sit after writing. The bed is for the white haired ghost. I can sleep even when I sit.
He sat down, yawned and soon fell asleep.
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As a result, as soon as I fell asleep, I had a dream that I fell asleep and the white haired ghost woke up. When I woke up, the white haired ghost went to look at the words I wrote. All of a sudden, my face became ugly. Naturally, I was puzzled.
When the white haired ghost went back to lie down in Du, I got up and looked at the words. I was satisfied: Wen Xiaoning came here.
After watching, I went back to rest. I had a good night's sleep, but at ten o'clock I heard someone at the door say, "delicious, delicious."
As soon as I heard the red devil talking there, I opened my eyes and woke up. I rubbed my eyes. I still didn't want to get up.
When he woke up, the white haired ghost got up and changed his clothes. At this time, the white haired ghost looked at me and walked towards the door. When he went out, he saw the red devil.
Red devil afraid of white ghost, busy retreat, but saw me will be happy to laugh, chanting: "delicious, delicious."
The red devil is afraid of me, because I will rob him to eat, and no one else will, so he is afraid of me. The red devil is a glutton, and the glutton takes food as his heaven. If he doesn't eat, he will be sad, so he is afraid of me.