Chapter 1767

Night shadow still worried about her, "our time is limited. Don't you worry about not enough time?"

"I used to like painting very much. I hardly hesitated to write. It usually doesn't take too much time." she must have a sense of propriety in her heart.

"Oh?" night Lane shadow suddenly some envy.

At the same time, he also looks forward to what Duanmu yawang wants to draw.

She hasn't seen Duanmu yawang painting in person!

"Alas."

Night Lane shadow suddenly sighed.

Duanmuya glanced at her: "what are you sighing? Haven't you thought of painting?"

"Yes."

Night Nong Ying said with a sad face, "do you think this ceremony can help?"

Duanmuya looked at the corner of her mouth and pulled twice, "do you think you can?"

"No."

"That's it."

Duanmuya glanced at her and hit her directly: "you didn't say it before, and you don't care about this red brocade bag. You'd better try your best for this ceremony."

"That's right."

Night Nong Ying touched his chin and said, "I'll just follow a little memory I heard when I was a child and draw casually." anyway, as long as it's complex and novel enough!

Not really. She can make it up.

Creation, if she can't think of it, she will create it herself!

It's better than not drawing!

With this in mind, she sat back in her seat and unfolded the paper.

During the paper exhibition, she couldn't help touching the paper twice. With a surprised laugh, she looked at Duanmu Ya and said, "did you find that the paper is so smooth and comfortable? I'm also a voice in a big family, but I've never touched such a comfortable paper!"

Duanmu yawang always thought about what he wanted to draw. He didn't care about what night shadow said. He also touched the paper.

Found that it was really as she said, especially slippery.

And there is a special softness.

Night Nong Ying smiled and said, "it's like a woman's skin. It's really comfortable."

Duanmu yawang listened to her metaphor and felt particularly funny, "have you touched the skin of many women, so understand?"

"You're still a doctor. You shouldn't touch less. Don't you feel it?"

Duanmu yawang wants to say that she kicks people for treatment, not a pervert who likes to take advantage of others.

However, before she could output her words, a man appeared around yenongying.

She coughed and reminded yenongying: "you'd better cooperate with others to draw blood."

Night shadow looked at his side and found that there was really a man with a basket on his side.

She thought of the chat she had just had with Duanmu yawang, and she was a little embarrassed.

She coughed and was about to speak. The man said, "fingers."

Night shadow, quickly and obediently stretch out your fingers.

The man took a drop of blood from her fingertip with a silver needle.

Night nongying had no wound or pain on her hand. She couldn't help rubbing her finger abdomen.

I really don't feel it at all.

She was curious and asked, "what's the use of taking blood?"

The man glanced at her, his eyes a little cold.

She quickly shrunk her head and dared not ask anything. She smiled and stretched out her hand: "if you don't answer, you won't answer. Just don't hear what I just said."

The man's eyes converged. When he raised his head again, his eyes were mild, "what color do you want?"

Night Nong Ying said, "just give me black ink."

The man stretched out his hand and wanted to take out the black ink. He thought of something at night. The front changed: "wait, in addition to the black ink, he also gave me red, earth, white, vermilion and blue..."

She ordered a lot of colors in one breath, and finally asked for a few more empty dishes like Duanmu yawang.

Duanmu yawang heard what she said. She was still mixing colors. She was surprised and glanced at her.

Night Nong Ying noticed her sight and turned to spit out her tongue. "I suddenly think that painting is also a good idea."

Duanmu yawang smiled and shook her head. She wanted to ask her if she didn't worry about her lack of painting time?

But I think it's insulting to ask.

She knew it well, and naturally she knew it well.

Just trust her.

Thinking so, she concentrated and continued to mix the colors she wanted with color ink.

She made a total of five or six new colors, then began to take out a relatively small brush, began to take black ink and describe the small day.

She already had the rudiment of what she wanted to draw in her heart, so she wrote very quickly without hesitation. There was a lot of ink on a large piece of drawing paper, but she finished it in a very short time.

After that, she began to dip in color ink one by one and paint.

When she was doing this, although she was seriously doing her own things, she would still be distracted from time to time to observe Duanmu yawang.

Seeing her rapid finalization and painting, I couldn't help sighing.

She wanted to come over and have a closer look at what she drew, but she was afraid that she would delay too much time, so she had to withdraw her idea and continue to do her own thing.

Before and after, Duanmu yawang spent half an hour, and she had stopped painting.

Instead, she picked up the brush and wrote notes in the blank space of the drawing.

The content of the annotation is naturally the name and characteristics of the animal she painted. Of course, she also marked the origin of the animal behind the animal name.

She marked the book of mountains and seas.

Although, she doesn't know whether she can make this mark.

After all, that's what existed in the world in her last life.

After the mark was written, what she needed to do for the ceremony was officially completed.

She looked around at others and found that everyone was still very serious about painting. She didn't see anyone who had finished leaving.

She finished it first?

Duanmu looked up and raised her eyebrows. It was a surprise.

"All right?"

Just as she was leisurely and distracted, a man appeared on her side again.

Still the man with the basket.

Seeing this man, Duanmu yawang stood up and nodded, "yes."

The man glanced at what she had painted on the paper and said to her, "roll the paper."

Duanmu yawang did it.

After rolling up, Duanmu yawang spiritually handed the painting to the man.

The man nodded, reached out and said, "please wait a minute."

The words fell. Without waiting for Duanmu ya to look at her mouth, her body flashed and disappeared.

Night Nong Ying gave her a little attention, twisted her eyebrows and whispered, "the man took your painting. Why didn't he give you anything?"

Is it a yellow and white embroidered bag or a red sachet? At least I have a feedback!

“……”

Duanmu yawang was very angry. "You actually have air traffic control over me. Have you finished painting?"

"Soon."

While ye nongying was talking, she continued to draw her own. Duanmu yawang sat down and didn't bother her.

After drawing for a while, night shadow finally stopped writing.

As she stopped writing, she was very satisfied with her painting, smiled and nodded: "good, good, I'm very satisfied with my masterpiece."

No one praises himself.

Duanmu yawang was neither laughing nor crying. She was trying to stand up and see what she drew. There was a person around yenongying.

Duanmu yawang had to sit where he was, but Yu Guang kept staring at the night shadow.

She looked at the man and asked if Yenong shadow had been painted. When Yenong shadow confirmed the answer, the man stared at the picture carefully.

Duanmu Ya looked at her eyelids and jumped twice.

This man watched the night shadow scroll for a long time than the man who saw her scroll at the beginning.

It made her heart sharp.

Sometimes, people's sixth sense is really accurate.

The man stared at the picture scroll of Yenong shadow for a moment and asked Yenong shadow to roll it for him.

After yenongying handed him the scroll, he reached out and handed yenongying a red sachet.

"Sure enough." duanmuya sighed.

"Er!"

Night Nong Ying was stunned for a moment. He looked at the red brocade bag handed over and asked, "are you right? This is for me? Red brocade bag?"

The man kept his delivery unchanged.

The night made the shadow react, quickly picked up the red brocade bag and said happily, "thank you."

The man didn't say anything. After a deep glance at her, his body flashed and disappeared.