Pirate’s Infinite Wings

It would have been nice if he didn't bump his head against the wall, Lu Xiaofeng had been fascinated by the seven-color flowers for about a minute. Suddenly, as soon as he patted the table, Lu Xiaofeng stood up, as if suddenly thinking of something, and walked out of his room.

Not far from him is Fang Lang's room, which is still brightly lit. It is estimated that Fang Lang has not fallen asleep yet, but I don't know if he is practicing. To be honest, he also resists practicing. being disturbed.

So, halfway through the journey, Lu Xiaofeng was a little hesitant, not knowing whether he should retreat or go forward and knock on the door. After pausing for a long time on the way, Lu Xiaofeng still couldn't make up his mind. "Come in." Suddenly, there was a sound from Fang Lang's door. Lu Xiaofeng was stunned for a while, and when he turned his head, he saw that the door of Fang Lang's room had been opened.

That being the case, he didn't have any worries, and walked in with strides. At this moment, Fang Lang was already resting on the bed with his eyes closed, as if everything just now was Lu Xiaofeng's hallucination.

However, Lu Xiaofeng naturally didn't care about these things. "Ahem..." After coughing dryly twice, the person who was meditating on the bed seemed to be still. However, Lu Xiaofeng knew that he already knew that he had come in, so he was not embarrassed.

He said directly: "Well, my painter is not very good, and I really can't draw that flower." Go straight to the point, and the experience of being with Fang Lang during this period told him that you should never go around in circles when talking to him, because you will know it every minute. You can't even remember what you want to say, Fang Lang has the ability to take you around the garden.

The person meditating on the bed twitched the corners of his mouth. When Lu Xiaofeng left, he knew that he would never be able to draw this flower. After all, such careful work has nothing to do with his carefree personality, so he was already prepared.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't speak, he was just waiting for Fang Lang to speak. However, he is not a person who can hold back his temper. After waiting for a while, he couldn't hold back: "You..." However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by an unknown force.

It feels like steam, you can't see anything real, but you can feel a powerful force controlling your movements, and this invisible force is the most powerful force Lu Xiaofeng has ever experienced.

"Look to your left." Fang Lang said. He had finished the painting long ago and put it aside, but he didn't expect Lu Xiaofeng to discover this problem so quickly, he thought he would not think about it until tomorrow morning at the earliest.

Lu Xiaofeng walked over immediately, and Fang Lang had placed the picture scroll in a black rectangular wooden box, which seemed to be a special box for storing picture scrolls, but this kind of box didn't seem to be sold in the market.

This thing should have been designed by Fang Lang himself. I don't know why Lu Xiaofeng had such an idea in his heart. He was not in a hurry to open it. He put the box on the table and looked at it carefully, only to find that the pattern engraved on it was so special.

It is different from the general dragon and phoenix presenting auspiciousness, or playing with dragons and water. Lu Xiaofeng didn't know more than half of the patterns carved here, but he has traveled around the world for so many years, and now there are very few things that he hasn't seen.

That is to say, the rarity of these things is extraordinary. If it was carved from his hands, maybe he might not believe it, but if it was carved from Fang Lang's hands, he wouldn't doubt it so much.

"You made this box?" Although it was a questioning tone, Lu Xiaofeng had almost confirmed his answer.

Fang Lang slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Lu Xiaofeng's unchanged face for a hundred years. Looking sideways, he walked down from the bed, yes, he did do this, but Fang Lang had no intention of answering the question he asked knowingly.

It's just that Lu Xiaofeng is also used to Fang Lang's style of handling things. He has long guessed that there will be no answer to his question, but he can't help asking every time. In fact, as long as Fang Lang doesn't speak, many times this is the default the meaning of.

Fang Lang walked to Lu Xiaofeng's side and sat down. Dao::Open it and see? Of course, his most important protagonist is not the box that he has completed for a long time, but the scroll inside, although it only took one afternoon.

However, it should be enough, it looks the same as the original, although there are some small things that may be suspected, but after all, the flower has already been taken to Lu Xiaofeng, and it is not easy for him to get it back, so it can only be done according to Drawing out his own memories one by one, Fang Lang's feeling became stronger and stronger during the process of drawing these.

He had to know what this thing had to do with him. Just a painting could make him have such a strong reaction. There must be something that he has forgotten, but he still has no clue for the time being, which is not a good thing.

Lu Xiaofeng naturally understood what Fang Lang meant, and then opened the box very carefully. It was like treating his own baby, and the most important thing was that he was extremely slow, so slow to an unbelievable speed.

Several times, Fang Lang almost wanted to grab the box and open it himself. But they were all stopped by Lu Xiaofeng. "Brother Fang, don't be so anxious, we always save good things for last to share." Lu Xiaofeng suppressed a smile.

Fang Lang's blue veins were already throbbing faintly on his forehead, but they never broke out. Whoever is serious will lose, he has always firmly believed in this point, so he has not made any moves, just watched him quietly, Lu Xiaofeng smiled, it really made people want to beat him up , but Fang Lang forcibly endured it.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump!" Lu Xiaofeng slowly pulled the scroll away, unknowingly thinking that the painting was drawn by him. However, in fact, the master of this painting, this

Shi Zheng sat across from him with a face of forbearance, looking at him expressionlessly.

Fang Lang now has a little doubt that his decision just now is right... ..