Qin Sheng paused, looked down at Chu Yu who was huddled in the quilt: "What did you say?"

Chu Yu looked at his eyes and couldn't help but say blankly: "It's nothing, I just told you to stop practicing with those people, just try it on me..."

Qin Sheng raised his eyebrows, suddenly reached out and held Chu Yu's crunching nest directly, holding her in front of him like a child, making her look smoothly with her, staring at the girl in front of him and asked lightly: "Don't you believe I can find a solution?"

Chu Yu laughed and looked at the person in front of her, she sighed: "No, I believe it, but we have to go to Liudao all the way. Can you still keep those assassins all the way and use them for skinning? Secondly..."

She paused, and suddenly reached out to hold his handsome and unparalleled face, leaned her forehead gently on his forehead, and said lightly: "I don't want the third master to dye too much blood on his hands. Although it's a bit late now, I always think... It's already a miracle that I can come to this world and meet you. Maybe there are gods and Buddhas in this world watching the sentient beings in the world, and there is really a fate between people."

Qin Sheng sneered lightly and said indifferently: "What, you believe it too..."

"Shh." Chu Yu pointed his fingers on Qin Sheng's delicate thin lips and said softly: "After listening to me, Qin Sheng, some things you don't understand do not mean they do not exist. It's just that it is not easy for you and me to get together. You should not pursue your past life. The next life is too far away. We cannot practice the next life. We only practice this life. We have good relationships and kill less. We can protect me and my Sheng'er. It's great for my third master to stay together forever."

He didn't understand, the confusion and wandering in her heart, she was an orphan in her previous life, and there was no one who wanted to adopt a girl like her who was not beautiful, and she was unwilling to enter a strange family and meet a future that might not be very good.

But there are people in the world.

What's more, there is a lack of resources and a lot of children's orphanages, and they have to fight for everything, food, clothes, opportunities to study, and even the love of the nurturing master. She has long learned to look at people's faces, talk about people's words when they see people, and talk about ghosts.

After seeing too many incomplete children abandoned by this world, she died silently in the corner of the orphanage. After seeing too many people's faces, she got too little and was too easy to lose. She had long become an overly independent, enthusiastic on the outside but cold on the inside, and a little affectionate on the inside.

The unexpected soul came to this world and experienced life and death. She had already seen it out of the way, cherishing her hard-earned life, and... those who gave her warmth.

And he made her realize what it means to be unforgettable, and she would be more uneasy.

"Even if you are comforting yourself, I'll ask for peace of mind. The past has passed. I want to accompany you, hold your hand and walk through the mountains, rivers and rivers of the second half of my life, is it good, Sheng'er?" She pressed against his forehead and whispered softly.

Qin Sheng quietly looked at the bright and moist eyes in front of him. Her gentle and soft voice fell silently from the sunny October, like flying petals, into the dark and cold water flow in his heart, bringing a confusing fragrance and a breath of sunshine.

A cold and deep wave of water gradually rippled in his eyes.

"Fish..." He looked at her deeply, called out softly, then slowly turned his face and put a gentle kiss on her soft lips: "Always, as you wish."

He slowly sucked her soft lips, gently carving as if he was afraid that she would hurt: "You are mine, in this life, in this life, even if you meet gods and kill gods, and encounter demons and eliminate demons, no one will let you not belong to me."

But his voice was clearly and extremely gentle but shocking, completely unscrupulous and ruthless, just like his long fingers almost trapped in her thin waist.

Chu Yu responded softly and was a little confused by him: "Well..."

It was not until her butt suddenly turned cold that she realized that she was being carried to the cold Huanghuali table by him.

"What to do...do?" She looked at the brush in his hand blankly.

Qin Sheng held her slender waist with one hand, spread the paint with the other, and said lightly: "Before using the needle, try coloring the draft."

Chu Yu was stunned, and felt uncomfortable and dissipated his long hair to block the infinite: "Now, but these inks..."

"These are special inks used for tattoos, non-toxic, and they are all mixed with flower juice and various medicines, and they also have the effect of nourishing the skin." Qin Sheng said lightly.

Chu Yu was stunned: "Oh...what...I'll wear a bellyband and pants first?"

As soon as she moved, Qin Sheng pressed her legs down, and his cold and delicate fingers pressed firmly on her legs.

Qin Sheng raised the pen dipped ink and smiled gently at her: "No need, carefully dirty your clothes, lie down, be good."

But Chu Yu looked at his fairy-like and pure smile, and she thought about it, but she still lay obediently on the table.

But when Qin Sheng was standing behind her, she instantly realized something was wrong and was embarrassed in an instant - why was this posture so similar to when she was in the underground palace... Uh... "I have no desires, and the painter and the canvas must be attentive to make a real work." Qin Sheng said lightly, and the pen tube hit her spine without any hesitation.

The slight pain from the delicate skin brought strange numbness that made her red face and suddenly became a little distracted. But Chu Yu was ashamed in an instant and saw that he had really dirty thoughts after reviewing her, so he obediently lay half of his body on the table and was motionless as a "canvas".

After all, Qin Sheng will have to put a needle at that time. If he doesn't draw well, he will suffer. Practice more as a canvas, and as for shame or something.

She just overcomes it.

Besides, Qin Sheng is a master of calligraphy and painting, so it’s absolutely right to listen to him.

But Chu Yu didn't know how his long hair was loose and his delicate body was placed on the quaint wooden table, like a tender and innocent lamb who was slaughtered and mercied by others. It was so attractive that he was surrounded by study books, books, and paperweights.

I didn't see the cold and burning golden light gradually appearing in the exquisite and exquisite eyes behind me, almost roasting her.

But after a moment, he still calmly poured ink on her back.

The cold and soft brush with a slightly rough feeling brush swept across the delicate skin on the back. Chu Yu couldn't help but tremble, and then obediently recited: "Well, emptiness is color, color is emptiness... all conditioned laws."

Unfortunately, she quickly realized that all conditioned dharmas are difficult to resist evil spirits and doing evil deeds.

The torture of her by a certain great god on the cliff made her cry miserably and beg for mercy. Sure enough, the truth, the unparalleled evil taste of his.

...

"Qinsheng...what are you doing?"

"Drawing."

"Qin...qin...qin...qin..."

"As a canvas, you must have the awareness of a canvas."

"But……."

"No, but."

"Woo... Woo... Can I stop doing it?"

"Um."

"Qinsheng, I said I'm not going to do it!"

"Is that true?"

"Woo woo-get out!"

"Damn, remember it for me. I will believe you again. I will take your surname, die**... Woo woo!"

"good."

“….”

The wind is sunny, the waves are rising and falling, and there are fish screaming... No, there are fish jumping around hard, but they cannot escape the end of being slaughtered and roasted and eaten clean.

…*…*…*…*…

The next day at noon.

"Is this what the Third Master painted for you?" Huo Erniang held up a large mirror and looked at Chu Yu's back in shock.

Chu Yu raised his hand mirror and tried hard to adjust the angle, and snorted coldly: "If it's not that dead**, who else can there be?!"

"So...so beautiful." Huo Erniang said a little stutteringly.

Chu Yu was stunned: "Too beautiful?"

Last night, the great immortal used the name of painting to change the reality of the sky. In the end, they all got together. What else could that bastard draw?

But when Chu Yu saw the picture on his back clearly, he was completely shocked.

The gorgeous white drawing that was originally just a line draft, but now it has half the color, but it is already breathtakingly beautiful.

The sea waves are spreading in the sky in the distance, and the flying fish are leaping up, and the white waves are slamming on the cliff near the corner, like broken jade splashing, the red sun hanging in slanting, the clouds are flying, and the flowers are blooming on the cliff, and the flying flowers are falling and petals are rising, as if you can vaguely smell the faint fragrance and the breath of the sea tide.

All the ink colors and lines are integrated into Chu Yu's skin, but lifelike, delicate but majestic.

"It's really beautiful..." Chu Yu couldn't help but murmur unconsciously.

She looked at the painting and suddenly felt that if she had always carried such a picture in her life, it would not be an unbearable thing. Such a painting would be more beautiful and grand than any gorgeous clothes on a person.

"It's strange. Since you can draw it, why do you have to tattoo it?" Huo Erniang touched her head in a little uncertainty.

Chu Yu looked at the painting with a complicated expression: "He must have a reason. If he could draw any reason, it wouldn't be the Wen Tsai Picture that could not solve the puzzles for so many days by Master Qin."

Now that she has the secret of this picture, she has no idea about the Huo sisters and Tang Seser. As for Qiyao, it should be known to everyone.

After all, it is impossible for Qin Sheng to move so big, they don’t know.

As for not hiding the Huo sisters and Tang Sesse, it is because they are her confidants now, and sooner or later they will know about this.

Huo Erniang nodded slightly when she heard this: "Yes, but if you want to stab it so finely, you don't know how many needles you need to stab it, at least tens of thousands of needles. It hurts even if you think about it. No wonder the Third Master caught so many assassins for experiments before."

Chu Yu sighed lightly, his expression a little complicated: "I believe he won't make me feel hurt, there will always be a way."

She knew that he couldn't bear to let her hurt, so she used the assassins to do tattoo experiments, but this was never a long-term solution.

This pain can be controlled with some anesthesia.
Chapter completed!