Princess Against the World

"You are still three hundred years old?" Ling Luoyu suddenly became unhappy: "At that age, it should be your first love, right?!"

Only then did Mo Xuanchen's eyes change: "...Do you know how old I am...?"

His age has always been a secret.

Not to mention others, even the brothers who call him brothers, no one knows his specific age.

How did she...a little girl who suddenly appeared know that! ?

"Of course I know, I know a lot about you!" Ling Luoyu lifted Mo Xuanchen's chin with his fingertips and smiled slyly: "So, from now on, you have to remember every word I said to you and do whatever you want. Everything you do in your life...because you might be able to use it in your future!!"

Before he could answer, she playfully let go of her hand and turned around to leave.

"Give me two hours, and I promise to give you a pure little girl..."

Mo Xuanchen was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the girl she was talking about really meant the girl.

However, the idea of ​​letting Ling Luoyu persuade the girl to give up was just his personal idea.

To put it bluntly, it was his last struggle before he left.

If the girl still has the same strange thoughts as before, then he will leave with Ling Luoyu and never come back again.

He didn't want his life to be disrupted by such an inexplicable little girl.

When Ling Luoyu saw the girl, she was painting.

Seeing Ling Luoyu come in, the girl just raised her eyelids and had no other reaction.

"Girl, do you want to know what gift my sister brought you?" Ling Luoyu took out a bouquet of wild flowers with a smile: "My sister picked these myself..."

"I don't need it!" The girl glanced at her coldly, almost with hatred: "Also, who asked you to enter my room casually?"

Ling Luoyu was a little surprised by this irritable little look and words full of gunpowder.

A little girl who is only thirteen years old has such strong resentment?

It was as if she was now a third party who had been stabbed a thousand times, digging deep into her walls and stealing her man.

This phenomenon is really rare in Ling Luoyu's knowledge.

With a slight glance, she looked at the painting on the table.

That was a painting that the girl had just finished. It was Mo Xuanchen's... sketch! !

Ling Luoyu's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly looked up at her! !

sketch? ? !

How can this be? !

In this world, no one can draw sketches.

After scolding Ling Luoyu, the girl ignored her and still lowered her head, silently drawing a portrait of Mo Xuanchen.

Therefore, the horror in Ling Luoyu's eyes was not seen.

"You...this painting is so special! Why don't you use a brush to paint, but use stones?" Ling Luoyu pretended to be stupid and innocent and came to the girl's side, his eyes flashed with this light, it really seemed like the first time See the sketch.

The girl's body shrank obviously - this was an instinctive rejection reaction towards Ling Luoyu.

Ling Luoyu: "..."

It seemed that the girl hated her deeply and resented her deeply, both in her heart and in her bones.

"Sister, can you teach me this kind of painting? I also like this kind of painting...it's so special..."

"Snapped!"

The girl suddenly threw away the ink stone in her hand, her breath suddenly sank, and she slowly turned her head, staring at her with dagger-like eyes.

"You...really want to learn to draw?"