Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife

The palm of his hand was as cold as ice, and Ning Xuemo was froze with a snoring frown. The frown was about to withdraw. The other party had withdrawn her hand before her, and wiped it with the snow-white silk scarf beside.

Ning Xuemo: "..." She didn't move, she took a silk slip from her arms and wiped the back of his hand.

Han Shanyue glanced at her and said nothing else. Start painting.

His tone was light, and he answered Ning Xuemo's question before: "Since you can get the best, why is that flawed? This seat has always tolerated no flaws."

This is obviously a perfectionist.

Ning Xuemo looked at his undressed robes, and then looked at his hand for painting.

The fingers are clean and slender, the bones are clear, white as a jade carving, the wolf in his hand works as intended, mountains, trees, lakes ... gradually appear in his pen ...

Suddenly Ning Xuemo held her breath. This scene was also familiar to her. It was the scene she saw in the illusion!

It's like the leaves of a palm, the vast lake that sparkles and gleams ...

Ning Xuemo was stunned, as if walking into the ninth peak fantasy ...

Green leaf bench, little ginseng doll meditating on the stage ... Every scene flashed in my mind like a movie ...

The two painting boys standing by the side suddenly noticed that Ning Xuemo was wrong!

She stared straight at the drawing paper, and Han Shanyue was flying like a pen, and scenes were jumping like flying under his pen ...

Even more strange is that the scene in the painting flashes and disappears quickly ...

Huh? What's wrong with this ink?

The two painting boys opened their eyes wide and were about to open their mouths. Han Shanyue glanced at them faintly. When the two men lost their heads, the whole person became a little dazed. ...

Ning Xuemo's eyes seemed to be drunk, followed by his brushes, and the memories of Jiufeng in his mind were like the paintings written by Han Shanyue, and every scene began to disappear ...

Ji Yunhuang stood at the door and watched from a distance. At the beginning, he was still fully alert, lest that Han Shanyue would be harmful to Ning Xuemo.

Later, when he saw that Ning Xuemo was just sharing his work, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He also knows painting quite well, and is very curious about what Master Han Shanyue painted.

He wanted to come forward and take a look, but he was afraid to offend the painting master again ...

He stood there always watching the movement of Ning Xuemo, and saw her standing beside Han Shanyue, staring at the drawing paper with a pair of eyes, and he was even more itchy.

Finally, Han Shanyue stopped the pen, and threw the wolf in his hand into the pen holder: "Okay!"

Ning Xuemo was shocked, waking up like a dream. She seemed to be numb with standing feet, shaking her body fiercely!

"Be careful!" Ji Yunhuang is going to step forward subconsciously, trying to help her. .

Unexpectedly, one foot didn't know what to step on, one toe hurt, one leg was numb, and he almost fell in place, holding on to the railing next to him.

When he stood still and looked at Ning Xuemo, he found that Han Shanyue half embraced her with one arm and placed her on a chair beside him.

Ji Yunhuang: "..." Is he dazzling?

Sheng Hanshanyue, who is hard to reach by ordinary ghosts, will actually help a girl by herself?

But seeing his support is bright, and Ning Xuemo did almost fall, Ji Yunhuang didn't say much.

The tingling sensation on his leg has disappeared, walked to Ning Xuemo a few steps, and looked at her face: "Xue Mo, are you all right?"