klisemfg Chapter 164: Caught Drawing
Chapter 164: Caught Drawing
Yan Ping looked at his hair, then looked at Wen Ye suspiciously.
"What do you want with my hair?"
Wen Ye's expression became cold again.
"The soul wanted it. I saw the senior give it to that person that day, so I wanted it too."
Yan Ping twitched his lips and plucked three more hairs from his head neatly.
"Here, you can still play with the braided rope."
And deep in his eyes, there was a hint of scrutiny.
As a result, after Wen Ye got the hair, he just held it in his palm and looked at it for a while, then put it back into the storage bag.
His expression was calm, not like he was particularly fond of it, but more like he simply wanted to have it too because others had it.
Yan Ping breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.
"Senior, there is some hot soup in the kitchen, do you want some?"
Wen Ye pointed outside the room.
Yan Ping is feeling lazy all over now and he doesn't want to get up.
"Bring it here."
Wen Ye turned and walked out the door.
The room was empty, so Yan Ping simply turned out a slightly smaller piece of Wuji ore.
The black and white ore contains a lot of impurities.
It is a hassle to remove all the ore inside.
Yan Ping sighed softly.
He placed the Wuji ore in his left hand, and the spiritual energy in the meridian of his left hand gradually changed.
The white part of spiritual power slowly transformed into dark magic power.
The two forces, which were incompatible in nature and aura, flowed quietly and in order in his small meridian.
Wait until the two forces reach a balance.
Yan Ping began to rinse the Wuji Ore in his hand. Each time he rinsed, the force was very small and his spiritual power was controlled very finely, so as not to accidentally destroy the Wuji Ore.
And Wen Ye in the kitchen looked at the three strands of hair in his hands, his Adam's apple rolling and his eyes deep.
Now he really couldn't tell whether it was the desires of his soul that were causing the trouble.
It started out as just a hair, but a month went by.
Wen Ye felt that he was a little perverted now.
He wanted to touch the strand of hair, smell it, and feel the scent of the owner of the hair up close.
This desire comes partly from the soul and partly from the bottom of the heart.
Wen Ye took a deep breath, forced himself to stop his perverted thoughts, put his hair into a sachet, and hid it deep in the storage bag.
He could feel something was wrong with him now.
The soul should only feel close to Yan Ping, rather than having all kinds of crazy thoughts.
But those thoughts seemed to come from the bottom of his heart.
Wen Ye felt that he was not a good person in the conventional sense, but he was not a bad person either.
He will not offend anyone unless others offend him.
But Yan Ping was very kind to him, showing undisguised partiality and care for him.
Although he had a purpose, Yan Ping did not hurt him.
In the past, at most he would just fantasize about it, but that was only based on the idea of appreciating beauty.
But now, Wen Ye carefully recalled his changes.
If this is what love is, it's too perverted.
So it’s probably the spirit that’s been affected.
Wen Ye didn't want to be a pervert, and people like Yan Ping only walked with him for a while for a purpose.
He didn't want to have bad memories.
Wen Ye took a deep breath and calmed his mind.
He took the warm soup from the kitchen onto a tray and walked outside.
in the room.
Wuji ore is hard in texture, but also very fragile. It takes most of the spiritual energy in a meridian to remove some of the impurities in the Wuji ore.
It takes about ten times to clear it completely.
Yan Ping did not continue to remove it.
After putting away the Wuji Mine, Yan Ping lifted the quilt and stood up, taking a thick piece of clothing from the side and putting it on.
When he walked to the table by the window, Yan Ping caught a glimpse of something on the table.
Yan Ping turned his head to look.
There was only faint moonlight in the room, but Yan Ping had good eyesight.
He saw a painting on the table.
With just a few strokes, a figure bound in the air by iron chains was clearly outlined.
Yan Ping narrowed his eyes, then shifted his gaze to other directions.
There are no extra paintings, just this one.
The wastebasket next to it was also very clean.
There were footsteps outside the door. It was Wen Ye who came back.
When he reached the door and saw Yan Ping standing by the table, he froze, and his hand holding the tray tensed up a little, then relaxed.
Wen Ye brought the food to the table next to him before turning on the spirit lamp, his voice calm.
"Senior, please eat."
Yan Ping took the painting, walked to the table, sat down, and put it aside.
He didn't ask in a hurry and ate quietly.
Wen Ye stood aside, feeling as if he were being pricked by needles. He did not dare to sit down, and wanted to put the painting away, but he did not dare to do so.
The whole person is like a stone statue silently waiting to be judged.
Yan Ping noticed his abnormality and tilted his head slightly, only to find that the child had pursed his lips into a straight line again.
Yan Ping sighed in his heart. It’s fun to have fun, but it’s not worth it if you break something.
"Sit first."
Wen Ye sat down stiffly and the painting was placed in front of him.
"Did you draw it?"
Wen Ye didn't say anything.
Yan Ping didn't eat anything, he basically just drank the soup.
The only sound in the room was the slight noise of him swallowing.
Wen Ye relaxed a little, and gradually loosened his lips.
"I drew it."
Yan Ping stopped moving and turned his head to look over.
"How many did you draw?"
Wen Ye pursed his lips again, and after a while he spoke.
"Quite a lot."
Yan Ping had almost finished eating and pushed the food aside. "Bring it here and let me see it."
Wen Ye's heart finally died.
He silently took out all the paintings he had drawn from his storage bag.
It’s a thick stack, probably hundreds of sheets.
Yan Ping raised his eyebrows and took all the paintings. "When were they drawn?"
“I’ve been painting all the time.”
Yan Ping sighed and began to appreciate the paintings.
He didn't start from the first one, but from the last one.
The first painting was just a red figure holding a sword, with a free and easy figure and a mask on his face.
Yan Ping thought about it for a moment, "When I was in Qingyuan City? Did you start painting then?"
Wen Ye lowered his eyebrows and said, "No, I drew it when you were still asleep in Taohuaju."
Yan Ping began to turn to the second one.
It seemed to be a moonlit night. Under the corner of the eaves, there was a figure sitting with legs bent, with bright eyes, and there was a little man squatting next to him.
Yan Ping has a good memory, but it must be said that Wen Ye's paintings are very recognizable and have distinct features.
"The time I gave you a storage bag?"
Wen Ye nodded.
Continuing to flip forward, we saw Yan Ping resting beside the pond, and also resting in a hammock.
Most of these paintings do not detail his face, but anyone who knows him can tell it is him at a glance.
Until I turned to the next picture, which seemed like a silhouette sitting on the edge of a cliff, with hair fluttering in the wind, giving a sense of being ethereal and drifting away with the wind.
Yan Ping tilted his head and looked at Wen Ye.
"Where is this?"