Fantasy: I, The Salted Fish Will Become Stronger

Murderous, murderous!

Sure enough, cold women are unreasonable!

Qin Hao looked at the Aunt Long who was about to explode, and didn't intend to reason with her, that would only make him appear weak.

He made a random decision.

"amnesty!"

Say what you say! ! !

The Nine Heavens lunar array opened instantly.

Liu Xiaopang was stunned when he saw the grand formation opened, what is the big brother doing?

The person standing in front of you is Aunt Long!

Nangong Linglong's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said coldly, "Do you think that a mere Nine Heavens solar array can stop me from killing you?"

There was no trace of fear on Qin Hao's face, and he said unhurriedly: "Formation really can't resist Senior Aunt's attack, but it can let Senior Aunt listen to me."

"Say."

Nangong Linglong's patience has reached its limit, if this Qin Hao can't be said to be ugly, Yinmao.

She will kill this disrespectful kid.

Qin Hao said with a smile: "Auntie, I just want to draw a picture for you and hang it on the wall. Why are you so excited?"

"Um?"

Nangong Linglong froze for a moment, most of the killing intent on her body disappeared in an instant.

Am I really misunderstanding?

"Is that so?"

Qin Hao nodded: "Of course, the portrait of Junior Sister Su is hanging in my room. I can't nail Junior Sister Su to the wall, can I?"

Nangong Linglong blinked in confusion, there was indeed no other person in the room.

But even so, she will not easily forgive this guy who made her embarrassing.

She said coldly: "If you have this ability, it's not impossible, I will give you a chance, Auntie."

Done!

The corners of Qin Hao's mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile: "Master and aunt just wait to see the painting, please."

In his previous life, he had studied painting, music, etc. in order to become a qualified Neptune.

Only when a man packs himself well can the fish jump into your sea with all his heart.

Liu Xiaopang looked at the fading formation and Aunt Long, whose murderous aura had disappeared, but he still didn't come to his senses for a while.

This is the end?

Big Brother Cowhide! ! !

...

Among the pavilions.

Nangong Linglong sat on the railing and looked at Qin Hao coldly, exuding the pressure of the Nascent Soul realm all over her body.

Qin Hao sat in front of the stone table, concentrating on drawing the scroll in his hand.

There was no interference from the outside world at all.

Outside the gazebo.

The four maids including Liu Xiaopang and Xiaolan could feel the terrifying coercion shrouded in the gazebo from a distance.

Xiaolan asked timidly: "Senior brother Liu, is he okay, young master?"

"Of course it will be fine. Senior brother has never seen any woman before. This kind of small scene will not trouble him."

Although Liu Xiaopang's mouth was very firm, but his heart was still empty.

Eldest brother, you must not have any accidents. If you have an accident, how can I hang around in Taiyi Sword Sect!

Time passed minute by minute.

On the picture scroll, the exquisite outline of Nangong has been outlined.

Nangong Linglong stared at Qin Hao with doubts in his eyes.

I am a majestic Nascent Soul cultivator, but the coercion on my body has no effect on Qin Hao?

What is the secret of this kid?

If Qin Hao hadn't agreed to let him finish painting this portrait, Nangong Linglong would really have wanted to grab Qin Hao and take a good look at it.

Qin Hao naturally didn't know what Nangong Linglong was thinking, and he could feel the coercion on the other party's body.

However, after releasing the Sword intent on his body and covering the surroundings, the coercion has been reduced a lot.

It can't affect Qin Hao's painting at all, but it can let him devote himself to painting without distraction.

While looking at the woman in front of him who is as tall as a fairy and does not eat fireworks, he never stopped the paintbrush in his hand.

This feeling of being watched and painted seemed to bring him back to his previous life, the scene where he painted a certain high-cold female president.

Not to mention a little excitement.

A few hours later, the sun was about to set.

The pen in Qin Hao's hand also stopped.

"Done!"

He completely ignored Master Long's existence, threw the brush aside and stretched.

At this time, Nangong Linglong has been attracted by the people in the scroll.

It's not that she hasn't looked in the mirror, and it's not that no one has painted a portrait of herself.

But no one has ever painted own's portrait so vividly, even the temperament is not the slightest difference.

If she hadn't been in the Taiyi Sword Sect, she would have thought that Qin Hao in front of her was a master of Taoism.

How many secrets are hidden in this kid?

"This painting is not bad, but it doesn't show the temperament of my sage at all. I will redraw it tomorrow!"

After Nangong Linglong finished speaking, she put the portrait on the stone table into the storage ring with a big wave of her hand, and left the pavilion pretending to be annoyed.

"No problem, Aunt Long, go slowly."

Qin Hao looked at the back of Nangong Linglong going away, the corners of his mouth slightly raised to reveal an intriguing smile.

Sure enough, women are always duplicity. They are obviously very satisfied with own paintings, but it is impossible to say this.

But if there is anything worthy of improvement in this painting, it is that I can add a bit of the true meaning of swordsmanship to make this painting more perfect.

Just now he just used Sword intent to paint, and he didn't reach the limit of own.

The reason why he didn't empty himself out all at once was because Qin Hao understood the truth that a woman should never be satisfied at once.

You have to let her be anxious first, so that you can control the rhythm.

Aunt Long disappeared in Yuzhu Garden very quickly.

"Eldest brother, you were so bold just now! You dared to contradict Senior Aunt Long."

As soon as Liu Xiaopang came up, he gave Qin Hao a thumbs up.

"What's there?"

Qin Hao gave him a contemptuous look: "Haven't you heard a wise saying?"

Liu Xiaopang shook his head blankly: "Please enlighten me, Senior Brother."

"As long as you are brave enough, my aunt will leave her house!"

After Qin Hao finished speaking, he left Liu Xiaopang with an expression that you can understand yourself.

hiss……

Liu Xiaopang took a deep breath: "Brother, what do you mean, you did it on purpose just now?"

Qin Hao said lightly: "It's not intentional, I just don't want to spoil her. If any woman can inspect my house, then what's the face of me, Qin Hao?"

"Oh."

Liu Xiaopang replied with some regret, why does it feel different from what he thought.

Qin Hao patted him on the shoulder and said: "Junior Brother, remember what Senior Brother said, women, especially such beautiful fairies, you must not spoil her, or you will become her licking dog."

Liu Xiaopang showed approval on his face: "Senior brother is right, but luckily I never thought about finding a dao companion. It would be nice to spend money to have a heart-to-heart talk with the lady from Hongyan Pavilion."

...

into the night.

Nangong Linglong sat in front of the candlelight, looking at the portrait Qin Hao drew for herself during the day.

The more you look at it, the more incredible it becomes.

She couldn't help but praised: "The artistic conception on this painting is so amazing, it's not like a painting that a Daoist disciple can make."

"I forgot to observe that kid today, how exactly he paints, and only focus on using coercion to embarrass him."

"Tomorrow, I must take a closer look at this kid's painting technique."

After saying that, Qin Hao's face appeared in Nangong Linglong's mind involuntarily...