"It's too noisy here, how about we find a place with beautiful scenery to paint?" Zhao Chuanhua said to Huangxian, holding back the ecstasy in his heart.
"I don't have time, I'm just here." Huangxian said calmly.
"Then... okay..." Although Zhao Chuanhua felt unhappy, he could only draw here.
Zhao Chuanhua flattened the three-point paper, polished it with Huaye inkstone and Guantianye ink, picked up the painting soul brush, looked at Huangxian carefully for a moment, and said with a smile: "Junior sister, when I paint, you must be
Don't move it randomly, otherwise it will destroy the artistic conception, and it will be difficult to perfectly leave the junior sister's fairy face on the drawing paper, and it will not be the masterpiece I want in my heart."
"Okay." Huang Xian responded, sitting there quietly as usual.
Zhao Chuanhua suppressed the joy in his heart, dipped a little ink into his painting soul pen, and began to paint on three-point paper.
In order to be able to complete the portrait painting in a short time, Zhao Chuanhua did a lot of practice and also learned the skills of speed painting, just to complete the ghost painting in the shortest time. Otherwise, the night would be long and the target would move before the painting was finished.
, if you change the posture, you can only draw it again.
Fortunately, Huangxian seemed to be very trustworthy. After agreeing to Zhao Chuanhua, she sat there with a calm expression and did not move, while Zhao Chuanhua wrote down her appearance on the three-point piece of paper.
Ordinary portraits cannot actually use these sacred objects, but the ghosts in Zhao Chuan's paintings of the True Life Seal need to use these props to achieve the best effect.
A painting was completed quickly. Huang Xian was born like a cold fairy, and Zhao Chuan's painting skills were really great. The Huang Xian in the painting was even more fairy-like, and people couldn't help but marvel at it.
"Perfect, it's so perfect. Thank you, junior sister. This is the most perfect painting in my life." Zhao Chuanhua looked at the completed painting and was already ecstatic.
If there weren't so many people here, he really wanted to try to include Huang Xian in the painting now and let Huang Xian become a painting ghost at his mercy.
"Bring it here?" Huang Xian remained calm and stretched out his hand in front of him.
"What?" Zhao Chuan was stunned for a moment and did not react for a moment.
"Those three holy items belong to me now, don't you think it's okay to say what you want?" Huangxian said, staring at Zhao Chuanhua.
"How could it be possible? How could I not keep my word? This painting soul pen, Guantian Yemo and Huaye Inkstone belong to my junior sister. Please accept it." Zhao Chuanhua quickly smiled and sent the three holy items to Huangxian.
In front of me, I thought viciously in my heart: "Xiao Niangpi, I want you to keep it safe for me first, and then see how I deal with you later. Is it so easy to get the things that I, Zhao Chuanhua, have?"
Huang Xian was not polite and put all three holy items into his bag, and then stopped looking at Zhao Chuan's paintings.
Zhao Chuanhua praised the portrait a few words, but when he saw that Huang Xian ignored him at all, his resentment deepened and he had to leave angrily.
However, Zhao Chuanhua did not go far, so he found a restaurant nearby, ordered some food, and waited while eating. He only needed to wait until Huangxian left to cause trouble, and when no one was around, he could attack her.
He treated her as a ghost in the painting and got back his three holy items.
He also wanted to paint other people in the Mirror Courtyard. Although there were other high-quality products that could be used as substitutes, without these three holy products in hand, he felt that he was not too sure.
That's all for the others. Bai Candong's reputation is too great. If we can't draw his portrait perfectly, I'm afraid it will be difficult to include him as a ghost in the painting.
Zhao Chuanhua was not in a hurry and just sat upstairs, eating and drinking while watching Huang Xian playing ball with others outside.
"What a powerful woman. No wonder even Master values her so much and tries so hard to accept her as his direct disciple." Zhao Chuanhua secretly regretted that if such a powerful woman could always be used by the ghost in the painting, she would definitely be a
An excellent helper, much stronger than ordinary holy beasts.
Unfortunately, he knew that Master Chilong would never allow him to do this. Even if he accepted Huang Xian, he would still have to give her her freedom in the end.
"Hey, since you can't have it forever, you can only cherish the moment. Once a woman is possessed, her psychological defense will collapse quickly. Even if she is given back her freedom in the future, if it is used properly, she can still follow her with all her heart.
I, my husband and I were married at that time, the master’s most beloved disciple is also the wife of my Zhao Chuanhua, from now on Lihuo Island will not fall into the hands of my Zhao Chuanhua." Zhao Chuanhua thought of his pride and reluctantly
I couldn't help but laugh heartily. The more I looked at it, the more I felt that Huangxian was incredibly beautiful.
It wasn't until the sunset that Huangxian packed up her things and went back. After a lot of fighting with others, she became better and better at power control and subtle control. Although she didn't spend a lot of time practicing Taishang's three consecutive swords, she was too
The progress of the three swords in the previous series is extremely amazing.
Huang Xian planned to go back to Jingtai Island and ask the wolf girl about his current situation. He took a top-grade giant sea turtle out to sea. Not long after that, he saw someone chasing him on a whale.
, and upon closer inspection, it was the same Zhao Chuanhua who painted her portrait on the street today.
"Junior sister, we are really destined to meet so soon." Zhao Chuanhua looked at Huangxian with a smile, holding the portrait he drew for Huangxian in his hand.
Huangxian seemed to have expected it, and stood on the back of the giant turtle with a calm expression, looking at Zhao Chuanhua with an indifferent expression, but did not say anything.
Zhao Chuanhua looked at Huangxian's arrogant appearance like a fairy from the Moon Palace, and felt as if a fire was burning in his heart. He looked at Huangxian's evil smile: "Junior sister, if you don't speak, then let me tell you, senior brother."
, From today on, you will become the slave of me, Zhao Chuanhua, like countless women before. Follow my orders. If I let you die, you don’t dare to live. If I let you live, you don’t dare to die. Even if
I asked you to work on a mountain of swords and under fire, but you would never frown, and you would work like a cow and a horse for me without even a single complaint."
"But don't worry, you are different from those ordinary women. I will love you well. It's a pity that you can't enjoy the ecstasy. You won't remember the memory of the ghost in the painting. But don't worry, wait.
In the future, I will let you experience that wonderful feeling for yourself." As he said that, Zhao Chuanhua had already unfolded the scroll and took a photo of Huangxian.
In his mind, he was imagining how he would play with Huang Xian after taking her as a ghost in the painting. Zhao Chuanhua couldn't help but reveal a lewd smile on his lips, but soon the smile on his face turned into astonishment.
Because the scroll had already been shown to Huangxian once, but Huangxian was still standing there, and was not included in the scroll like the previous women.
"What's going on?" Zhao Chuanhua quickly held the scroll in both hands, opened the scroll completely, and took pictures and compared them with Huangxian.
"Impossible...how could it not be taken in...I obviously succeeded in painting...how could this happen..." Zhao Chuanhua's eyes widened and he looked straight at the painting in his hand. It was painted by himself.
The portrait painted by Huang Xian was not wrong, and the person standing in front of him was also Huang Xian, but why couldn't he include Huang Xian in the painting? Zhao Chuanhua felt that his brain was a little exhausted for a while.
"Have you had enough fun?" Huangxian's expression was as cold as ice, and the dragon scale blade was already in her hand. The cold blade shone like blood in the setting sun.