Ye Jingxuan came to the kitchen and stood behind Qing Wu. He saw Qing Wu and Er Ya cleaning up the leftovers. The two cooperated very well.

Erya was washing dishes, Qingwu cleaned it, and Qingwu dipped the tableware dry with water stains, and turned around and handed it to Erya to collect it. The cooperation was full of tacit understanding, like an old friend who had been for many years.

Ye Jingxuan felt very uncomfortable. He wanted to do something, such as driving away the hypocritical monster Erya, but what identity should he use? What qualifications should he have?

Ye Jing Xuan's nose felt sour, and he had to say coldly: "Thank you for your kind hospitality, Xiaoxian has to leave first."

Qing Wu was distracted and had not noticed Ye Jingxuan behind him. He was shocked when he heard Ye Jingxuan talking.

Erya had long seen Ye Jingxuan come in, but when she saw Qing Wu seemingly ignored Ye Jingxuan, she pretended to be blind.

Qing Wu originally wanted to stay at home with night mirror Xuan. The weather was very good recently, without wind or rain, and the stars at night were particularly bright.

She planned to enjoy the stars in the yard with Erya and Ye Jingxuan at night, and make a barbecue for a midnight snack.

Unexpectedly, Qingwu had not even packed up his bowls and chopsticks and wanted to leave, but he didn't even keep him. Qingwu was very embarrassed.

Ye Jingxuan was very nice to her. She was like her brother and came to her house to take her pulse unconditionally. Qing Wu was really grateful to him.

Although Qingwu always vaguely felt that there was other feelings in his eyes, she attributed it to her own suspicion during pregnancy.

Qing Wu looked at Ye Jingxuan and disappeared in front of him in an instant. She was really envious. It would be better to have spiritual power.

She remembered that Cangyuan was also a demon, so Cangyuan would disappear in an instant! Qing Wu lowered her head and looked at her slightly bulging belly, and began to fantasize whether the little guy in her belly was a human or a demon.

If he is really a demon, does he have spiritual power to teleport? If he is a human, it would be a pity. After all, he has no special skills that can be passed on to him.

After thinking about it, Erya had finished all the rest of the work, so Qingwu went back to the bedroom and didn't think about the night snack tonight. It was boring to eat too much and couldn't eat much.

Qingwu came into the bedroom and found that the only painting left of her was missing. The one on it was her Cangyuan. She would hold him to sleep at night, and maybe she would dream of Cangyuan again.

Qingwu turned the bedroom inside and out several times but couldn't find it. She looked at the wide open window and thought that it might have been blown away by the wind!

Qingwu ran out of the bedroom again and looked for it near the window. Erya looked at Qingwu inexplicably, but she didn't know what she was looking for!

"Sister, did you lose something? What did you lose? Tell me, I'll help you find it?"

Qing Wu then realized that there was another Erya at home: "Did you come into my bedroom and see where is the portrait of Cangyuan?"

Erya shook her head and said that she had never entered her bedroom today. Qing Wu was angry and expanded the range and looked for it farther away.

I had a circumference of two miles for Qingwu, but I still couldn't find it. Qingwu laughed at herself as stupid as she was not windy during the day, so how could she be blown away?

She wondered again if the thief had entered the house and stole it by the thief? But what did the thief steal a portrait? It was sold for money? It might be worth a few dollars!

However, the painting was held in her arms to sleep at night, and it was slightly folded, so it probably couldn't be sold at a good price! Or is the person who steals the painting thinks the person in the painting is beautiful and used to collect it?

Qing Wu didn't understand it, and she couldn't understand it at all, because there was a thief in her family. This thief was Ye Jingxuan, but she just couldn't imagine it.

Qing Wu has been finding her late at night, but still can't find her portrait. Her paintings seem to disappear out of thin air. Qing Wu is so angry that she can't sleep at night and keeps sighing.

In Qing Wu's eyes, this painting is different. Other paintings are really just a painting, and she always feels that this painting has the breath of Luo Ze.

A faint fragrance of peach blossoms seemed to be as warm as a human being. She could sleep more peacefully on her pillow at night.

But it was just magically gone. Qingwu was lying on the bed and cursing, sure that there was a thief in her house. But she never thought that Ye Jingxuan would let him go.

Qingwu could only comfort himself, if it was gone, it would be gone. At worst, I could ask Xiaojiu to draw a new one tomorrow. If it really didn't work, I would go to the street to put down the paintings he had pasted.

But the painting is still the same as the original painting, but the painting is not the same as the original painting.

Ye Jingxuan didn't have time to take a break when he returned to the Holy Demon Palace, and immediately began to study Luo Ze's paintings.

Ye Jingxuan initially thought that if he could not find Luo Ze's soul today, he would stay to guard Qing Wu's at night, and he would rather find it by chance.

In fact, he didn't know if he found it, but he did not detect Luo Ze's primordial aura on the portrait.

But the Sou Shen Banner kept trembling fanatically at the portrait. He was not careless about Luo Ze. He would rather do this than miss a little possibility.

After thinking about it, he could only be a thief and let Qingwu go away. He couldn't ask Qingwu for asking him. He was worried that Qingwu would find out, so he couldn't wait to go back to the Holy Demon Palace.

If Luo Ze's soul is really in the portrait, he must release his soul back to his position quickly. Over time, the ancestors at home will definitely find clues, and the problem will be big.

Ye Jingxuan kept fiddling until late at night, but he didn't understand whether Luo Ze's soul was in the painting. Luo Ze in the painting kept tossing and was sleepy when he looked at Ye Jingxuan.

Ye Jingxuan once thought that the Suo Shen Banner was wrong, so he found his younger sister and tested it several times to confirm that the Suo Shen Banner was fine.

Then, Luo Ze's soul was 100% trapped in the painting. He tried every means and could not detect Luo Ze's breath, let alone release it.

Luo Ze crossed his legs on the recliner of the small world in the painting, looking at Ye Jingxuan coldly and trying his best to no avail.

He thought about it and thought that if he would be trapped in this painting for the rest of his life and could not get out of the world, he would be a little lonely at most.

He had forgotten something very important in his mind and could not remember it. If he couldn't get out, he would have nothing to do every day, so he could remember it!

Luo Ze remembered Ye Jingxuan and told him that his spiritual power was greatly lost, and he thought that it would be good to make up for it if he couldn't go out to practice and practice.

Luo Ze thought it out and immediately meditated and started practicing. As soon as he activated his spiritual power, the small world suddenly became dim and the sky was spinning.

After Luo Ze stabilized his body, he found that he had returned to his body and was lying on the soft couch of Night Jingxuan.

What's strange is that Ye Jingxuan didn't notice that his soul had returned to his position and was still circulating his spiritual power to make trouble. Luo Ze couldn't help laughing.

Ye Jingxuan turned around in surprise and saw that Luo Ze was standing behind him. He looked at the painting in his hand in confusion.
Chapter completed!