Countless yellowed pictures flashed by, but when they touched, they spread out like a meteor, and there was no trace of them found.

A trace of pain flashed through Shen Jiuli Binglan's eyes.

He slowly touched a word on the jade lock and described it over and over again...

Xue Mo...

At this moment, he realized even more that he would not have treated her as his apprentice ten years ago, otherwise he would not have allowed her to hang such locks here, and he also set up a barrier to protect him...

Ning Xuemo, are you still Xueyimo? Do you really like me when you approach me this time? Or do you want to get something here?

When she returned from memory, her excitement when she saw him again was not like a falsehood, and her behavior that seemed to like him was not like a falsehood.

But... when she approached him in her previous life, she was so romantic. When she was by his side, she was extremely happy, and she seemed to like him to the extreme. But she turned around and gave him a sword, taking his blood from his heart to save another man...

Ning Xuemo, are you true or false to me this time?

Shen Jiuli felt that he was simply crazy!

Reason told him that he was the shore when he turned back, but he couldn't let go of his emotions. He just followed her and didn't know what to do...

However, since you are following, then follow first!

He always does whatever he wants, and when he gets excited, he will do what he does.

There are very few opportunities to betray yourself and force yourself.

So this time he didn't want to force himself, he just followed him...

Let's take a look first and then slowly analyze your own ideas and analyze her...

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After Ning Xuemo returned to the small building, his heart had returned to a calm state of calmness.

She looked out the window, after the drizzle, everything was adorable, flowers bloomed layer by layer near, green grass swaying, green mountains in the distance, white clouds floating.

She sat down and painted quietly. She painted the scenery at this moment.

As the sky got darker, Ning Xuemo lighted the lamp and boiled oil, and drew an impressionist scenery...

The moon rises to the willows, and people make an appointment after dusk.

Shen Jiuli sat on the tree, looking at the lights in the small building not far away, and looking at the woman in red painting under the lights...

Looking at her peaceful and beautiful face, watching the scene she painted takes shape little by little...

He turned up a jade gourd somewhere and drank a sip of wine.

Ning Xuemo suddenly raised her head and looked here.

Shen Jiuli's body stiffened. Could it be that she could see that he was coming? It's impossible, he's already invisible.

Ning Xuemo just looked here and then continued to lower his head to paint.

Under her brush, a big tree with lush branches and leaves is slowly taking shape...

It turns out that I saw it here just to draw a tree...

Shen Jiuli couldn't tell whether he was glad or lost.

But strangely, this big tree as a model is obviously as vigorous as spring and green as green. Her paintings are full of leaves hanging on the branches, which are bleak in the breeze and will fall at any time.

Shen Jiuli himself is the painting saint. No one in this world knows how to paint better than him. What ordinary painters paint reflects the mentality of the painter at that time.

Her mentality is so bleak now?

He could feel a desolate silence coming to his face as soon as he looked at the painting.

The big tree seemed to be trying hard to cheer itself up, insisting on not letting the leaves fall, but it could not withstand the strong autumn wind...
Chapter completed!