Fairy, Please Take Care of Yourself

Qin Yi was almost not strangled by this sentence.

He wanted to make the portrait of Jingze because he could only feel some soul in the portrait of the woman, but it felt very empty, just a little meditation. He can't judge whether it is "hook" or "protect soul", or is he just putting his soul into painting? This is the opposite concept.

Tassel didn't speak, Qin Yi didn't know what it was thinking, and he didn't want to count on Tassel at all, and he planned to make some judgments by himself.

So I asked Jing Ze to paint himself, and it felt very clear.

As a result, three hundred and two were not made.

Qin Yi's eyes rolled around and he saw some peach petals falling on Jing Ze's body. He secretly flicked his fingers.

The petals turned silently into a pink veil and draped over Jingze.

Jing Ze bounced off like an electric shock, throwing off the gauze, and was very angry and funny. "His honour is really good, why is he still so childish?"

Qin Yi smiled and said with a smile, "What is childish to use the other way?"

Kyosawa sat back again, "Let me wear women's clothing, I won't paint you, what's the use?"

"So you can only paint women?" Qin Yi asked with interest. "Or would she only paint women?"

Kyosawa "The artist paints the beauty of the world. Only beautiful things are worth pouring into the soul to leave a mark. What beautiful things can a man paint?"

"Deserve that you haven't grown in painting, it turns out to be salty and wet!" Qin Yi despised, "isn't the beauty of male masculinity?"

Kyosawa said nothing.

Qin Yi again said, "The small bridge is beautiful, isn't it beautiful to go to the east?"

Kyosawa sighed, "Isn't it okay for your lord to sleep with your masculine beauty?"

"What am I ..." Qin Yi found a mace.

Kyozawa hid.

Qin Yidao said, "Do you want to taste the beauty of this masculinity?"

Kyosawa reluctantly said, "The guest is an interesting person. This mountain temple has peach blossoms and a magnificent view of the world. Why not admire and admire me? What is a poor painter?

While saying this, he looked at the temple gate, where many women were entering the temple to worship Buddha, Yingying Yanyan, and hired Tingting.

Qin Yi looked down his eyes and thoughtfully.

Mountain temple, peach blossom.

I'm afraid he points otherwise.

"Let's do it." Qin Yi patted him on the shoulder. "Wait for me to appreciate it before I come to you."

Jing Ze watched Qin Yi enter the temple, and then slowly lowered his head to draw his female picture.

An old man passing by, whispered, "The ambassador asked you to draw the man just now, with a shock pen."

Jing Ze's paintbrush left a big smudge on the painting. He didn't turn his head and slowly said, "I haven't joined Vientiane Senzong. Who is my ambassador?"

"This sect is very kind to you, you are not willing to help even this little favor? This man is not yours!"

Jing Ze was silent for a long time before whispering, "I have to see what he does before I can decide."

"Peculiar!" Said the old man angrily. "Why would Wandao Xiangong produce you who are so pedantic!"

"So ... Wandao Xiangong also won't accept me. I'm just a poor painter who doesn't even enter the threshold of practice."

Qin Yi entered the gate of the temple over there, and met a tall golden Buddha standing tall, smiling with a big belly, and the good men and women around him bowed religiously.

Qin Yi also saw the Buddha worship, and secretly sensed it, but found nothing abnormal.

The Buddhist temple is very large, obviously there is nothing wrong with this main hall. Qin Yi, like an ordinary tourist, followed behind people and walked in with joy.

After passing through the temples inside, there were countless cigarettes, and the crowd gradually diverged.

At a glance, Qin Yi saw the woman whom Jing Ze painted before, and she was carrying her maid to a side corridor which was a little sideways. Qin Yi followed inquisitively, and after walking for a while, he saw a looming side hall in the corner, hidden in the peach blossoms, almost invisible.

At this moment another woman came out of the side hall and left in a hurry. Passing by Qin Yi's side, the fragrance was blowing, his head shy, and peach blossoms on his face.

Qin Yi slowly walked over and looked up at the plaque on this side hall, "Beijing Temple."

Qin Yi pursed his lips, in fact, already guessed what the routine was.

I was just a little curious about the specific situation, and then slowly followed in. It was unexpectedly unguarded. Instead, there was a man accompanying his wife, and he knelt down in front of the Buddha statue in prayer.

Some monks stood by, and saw that they had finished their worship. "There is a women's temple inside. Please beg your sons and daughters for blessings. Men cannot enter."

The couple apparently didn't have any doubts. The man's sidewalk said, "That little flower, please pray. I'll wait outside."

The woman followed the monk through the back door. The man stood outside the door and saw the peach trees full of trees and pleasant scenery.

"..." Qin Yi was blown into tears by this song, thinking for a while, hiding in a corner invisible to others, quietly hiding.

His stealth technique is no longer as obvious as a semi-fuzzy outline at the beginning, and now it is necessary to look carefully to see a little blurry shadow, and it can not be seen at all. As long as you avoid people's eyes and don't shake it too much, it's not much different from being invisible.

Qin Yi quietly entered the back door, only to find that there were corridors in the back door. There were several small halls in the corridor, which seemed to be receiving separately.

He followed the woman whose husband was waiting outside, and walked in, and the door closed quickly.

The arrangement of this small hall is very interesting. On the front is a very kind Guanyin statue, but there are pink curtains all around.

Just when Qin Yi was about to quietly protect the woman from being affected, she saw that the woman was leaning on the monk himself, and smiled cheerfully. "Father, I really want to die."

Qin Yi's eyes almost burst out.

The monk hugged the woman with a smile, and her big hands began to groan irregularly. "How often can you have a child if you don't come often?"

The woman laughed. "The dead ghost can't do it by himself. He looks closely at people. He must be with him again and again. Wait until he is free."

The monk laughed even more. "Isn't it better that he is here to help you and me."

The room soon began to have spicy eyes, Qin Yi, while they were passionate, quietly opened the door slit and dug out.

I thought that the monk was seduced, so it seems that it has long been an affair, what good is this to do?

At this moment, the girl next door suddenly heard the voice of the woman, "Master, please take care of yourself, the little girl has a husband's family ..."

Qin Yi's heart was exactly the voice of a woman previously painted by Jing Ze.

Some monks recite the Buddha ’s voice saying, “The wife is confused. If the wife has no children for a long time, but the Qichuzhi ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ is nothing more than asking for a child, this is a gift from the Buddha.”

The woman seemed a little hesitant, and after a while she resolutely said, "Why is it good to deceive yourself? If you are not to lose your husband, if the master wants to use strong, I will ..."

The voice didn't fall, and a sudden humming sounded as if knocked out.

The monk yelled, "Forget it, this is protected by the portrait of Jingze, not affected by this place. I gave her the memory, let her go, and let her go back."

Another man said, "It's Kyozawa again, he draws a fart, how can the elders allow him to be so messy."

The monk sighed. "Vientiane Sen Luozong is guarding him, forget it. Is it really just one? So many flickers are really when the Buddha gives birth to the child to deceive the majority. There are few such virtuous And it doesn't have to be her, no need to do anything. "

After a pause, he laughed again. "In fact, it's not affected. Once you hook up, it's the taste of the food. So many brothers say that Jingze nerds are doing nothing, and they also give elegant names.

The other man laughed and said, "Where is this maid? I have never painted a portrait, and now I can't bear to entangle it on me. Brother, so please, that woman belongs to you, this maid belongs to me Anyway, when the memories disappeared together, no one knew. "

"After the woman was reacted by the body, should her memory disappear? In the event of confusion and endless trouble, forget it."

"Then the girl won't touch. How about we play with this maid? Anyway, she only knows that she took the initiative to ask for joy, and told her later that she was shameless."

The previous monk was obviously quite emotional, and the two men laughed lowly, and the sound of tearing clothes came.

"Bang!" The door was suddenly opened, and turned to look empty.

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