I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

"I have a lot of resurrection coins (

"Please also ask Young Master Jiang to accompany his concubine."

Mrs. Qingzhu smiled.

When a mature and intellectual beautiful woman uttered such words, the lethality was comparable to a small nuclear bomb, directly exploding a mushroom cloud in Jiang Lin's heart.

But because of Madam Qingzhu's clean and gentle smile, Jiang Lin couldn't think much about it.

It seems that such a majestic first lady really wants to find someone to chat and hang out, and she doesn't mean anything else.

"If the younger generation swept Madame Qingzhu's interest, please forgive me," Jiang Lin responded.

"The son is too modest." Mrs. Qingzhu nodded slightly, "How about the son first to point me to this painting?"

"I don't know what painting..." Jiang Lin said sincerely, but he walked over honestly, but kept a certain distance from Mrs. Qingzhu.

But even so, Jiang Lin could still smell the faint fragrance of Mrs. Green Bamboo.

The picture shows a man, slender and handsome, Jiang Lin thinks he is at least as handsome as himself!

The man inserted his long sword upside down and sat in the bamboo forest.

The man seemed to be smiling, looking at the sky with a smile, and above the sky, there were thunderclouds in the sky, there seemed to be something behind the thundercloud, but Mrs. Qingzhu did not draw it.

Looking at it, Jiang Lin felt a sense of familiarity inexplicably, and he slowly stretched out his hand to touch this picture scroll.

But what Jiang Lin finally touched with his finger was not the other, but the slender green bamboo beside the man in the painting.

There are a lot of green bamboos, but Jiang Lin just touched that one.

Seeing Jiang Lin's fingers stroking the little green bamboo in the painting, a crimson flew over Mrs. Qingzhu's white cheeks, her teeth biting her delicate pink lips, and an angrily "glared" at Jiang Lin beside her.

However, Jiang Lin didn't realize that... he still touched it from the bottom up and was very engaged.

Jiang Lin noticed Mrs. Qingzhu's red cheeks, which looked like ripe strawberries.

Looking at the little green bamboo under his finger, Jiang Lin quickly understood, and stepped back and apologized: "It's the younger generation who was abrupt, please forgive me, Madam."

The man in this painting must be Mrs. Green Bamboo's husband, and the little green bamboo beside the man is probably the original appearance of Mrs. Green Bamboo.

After taking a deep breath, Mrs. Qingzhu's chest rose and fell violently, and Mrs. Qingzhu who calmed down slowly said, "What do you think of this painting, the son?"

"Mrs. Jun Qing's painting skills are superb. I can't evaluate it. However, if I want to say something, I didn't pay attention at first. Now I noticed that the green bamboo is Mrs. Green bamboo. When I first touched the green bamboo, there was a little excitement in my heart. "

"..."

"..."

The two fell silent again.

Jiang Lin, who couldn't hide his mind, wanted to seal his mouth!

And Madam Jun Qing, who was so frankly molested by Jiang Lin, blinked her eyes, her cheeks flushed even more.

"Can Young Master Jiang make a picture for his concubine?"

After all, after cultivating for thousands of years, Mrs. Green Bamboo, who once again restrained her emotions, returned to normal, and said softly, as if she hadn't heard Jiang Lin's molesting.

"Then show my ugliness, I've long wanted to paint! With such a face and a figure like Mrs. Qingzhu! If you don't paint, the younger generation will feel sorry for being a gentleman painter!"

Jiang Lin still bluntly stated his inner thoughts, and then Jiang Lin, who reacted, still wanted to die.

OMG! What's the difference between myself and molesting.

Even Jiang Lin felt like he was frantically probing on the edge of death...

Although Mrs. Qingzhu didn't know what "gentleman painter" meant, but listening to Jiang Lin's words of "such a figure" and "such a face", Mrs. Qingzhu had a deep heart, and she wanted to lift her skirt up and kick her little foot. Jiang Lin.

In the end, Jiang Lin used the style of sketching and comics to show Mrs. Qingzhu on the scroll.

Seeing her figure on the picture scroll, Mrs. Qingzhu was stunned and stunned.

What are all drawn...

Is your waist so thin?

Is the breast that big?

This...

"Confiscated! The concubine destroyed it at night,"

Mrs. Qingzhu put the picture in her sleeve without saying anything!

This painting must never be seen by others!

Jiang Lin was a pity, but it was not a pity that this painting was destroyed, but that Mrs. Qingzhu did not have a correct understanding of her body shape.

Even Jiang Lin feels that the painting is still small...

"Young Master Jiang often paints for her women like this?"

"No, I have only done paintings for two women, one is her in the ethereal city, and she is also Wu Suxu, one of the twelve thrones of the demon race, and the other is you, madam."

Jiang Lin did not lie. So far, Jiang Lin has indeed only done paintings for Wu Suxu and Mrs. Qingzhu.

As for the masters and sisters, they didn't ask for it, and the masters are already in their hearts, so why don't they paint any more.

Of course, now Jiang Lin's heart needs to add another sorrow.

"From the perspective of the son, which one is more satisfying to the son compared to the painting made by the son in Void City today?"

Mrs. Qingzhu took the opportunity to ask ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The implication was "I and that dance, which one is better?"

When asked this sentence, Mrs. Qingzhu also bit her tongue secretly.

In fact, Mrs. Qingzhu didn't mean anything to compare at the beginning, but when I heard Jiang Lin said that he had painted only two women, and that Wu Xunxu was still the number one beauty in the monster clan in the world.

Involuntarily, Mrs. Qingzhu had a feeling of contrast.

"When did I look like a little girl." Madam Qingzhu smiled in her heart, but she blamed Young Master Jiang, who always spoke so straightforwardly, which made herself a little strange.

Just as Mrs. Qingzhu sighed secretly, Jiang Lin, a straight steel man, pondered for a while, then shook his head and said, "I can't compare."

"Can't compare?" Mrs. Qingzhu was also curious.

"Yes, if selfishness is cast aside, Madam and Susu can't be compared! Because they are both big! Really can't be compared, I can only say! No distinction!" Jiang Lin said nonsense seriously, like an LSP, but he That sincere gaze made people think he was very serious...

"What does it mean to throw away selfishness?" Unexpectedly, what Mrs. Qingzhu cares about is not who is more beautiful, but the so-called "selfishness."

"Don't tell Mrs. Qingzhu, I like Susu Girl."

Jiang Lin still didn't hide the slightest, anyway, he can't hide his thoughts now...

But to be honest, when you say in front of others that you like three girls at the same time, the feeling is simply scumbag...

"The son is still... really a flower picker..."

Mrs. Qingzhu turned her head slightly, feeling a little bit disappointed in the woman's heart.

However,

How happy is it? ? ?