"You still have 300 years old?" Ling Luoyu suddenly became unhappy: "at that age, it should be your first love!"
Mo xuanchen just had some changes in his eyes You know I How old is it? "
His age has always been a secret.
No one knows his age, not to mention others, but the brothers who are brothers with him.
She How did a girl suddenly appear to know that!?
"Of course I know. I know a lot about you!" Ling Luoyu's fingertips picked up Mo xuanchen's chin and gave a sly smile: "so from now on, you should remember every word I said and everything I did Because in your future, you may be able to use it! "
Waiting for him to answer, she has been naughty to release her hand and turn away.
"Give me two hours, I promise to give you a pure little girl..."
Mo Xuan dust Leng one, later understand, she said the girl, is really refers to the girl.
However, for Ling Luoyu to persuade the girl to give up the idea, only his personal ideas.
To put it bluntly, it was the last struggle he made before he left.
If the girl is still the same as before, is that strange thought, then he will take Ling Luoyu to leave, will never come back.
He didn't want to be disturbed by such an inexplicable little girl in his own life.
When Ling Luoyu saw the girl, she was painting.
Seeing Ling Luoyu come in, the girl just raised her eyelids, and there was no other reaction.
"Girl, do you want to know what gift my sister brings you?" Ling Luoyu took out a bunch of wild flowers with a smile in her eyes: "it was picked by my sister herself..."
"I don't need it!" The girl's cold, almost hate squint at her: "and, who let you casually into my room?"
This irritable little eyes, full of gunpowder flavor words, let Ling Luoyu some small accidents.
Just a 13-year-old girl, she has such a strong resentment?
It was as if she was a third party who had been beaten by a thousand swords. She had dug her wall deeply and robbed her man.
This phenomenon, in Ling Luoyu's cognition, is really rare.
She looked at the painting on the table.
It's a painting just finished by the girl. It's by Mo xuanchen Sketch!!
Ling Luoyu's heart "clutters", suddenly looks up at her!!
Sketch??!
How could this be possible?!
In this world, no one can sketch.
After scolding Ling Luoyu, the girl didn't pay attention to her any more. She still lowered her head and quietly drew a portrait of black and dark dust.
Therefore, he did not see the horror in Ling Luoyu's eyes.
"You How special this painting is! Why don't you paint with a brush, but with a stone? " Ling Luoyu pretended to be naive and approached the girl. Her eyes flashed with sharp edges. It was really like seeing a sketch for the first time.
The girl's body is obviously a contraction - this is the instinctive rejection of Ling Luoyu.
Ling Luoyu:
It seems that, no matter from the heart or the bone, the girl hates her deeply and resents deeply.
"Sister, this kind of painting Can you teach my sister? I also like this kind of painting How special... "
"Pa!"
The girl suddenly threw away the ink stone in her hand, and her breath suddenly sank down. She turned her head slowly and looked at her like a knife.
"You Do you really want to learn painting? "
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