Immortal world foodie: husband makes me noodle soup

Chapter 92 It's a pity that the master's painting was destroyed

The night is especially long.

Yang Juanjuan opened his eyes again, but it was still pitch black outside.

Because the red rope was cut, she was always lost in her heart, a little bit out of her mind.

She glanced at the man sitting cross-legged on the opposite couch, wondering if he was sleeping or practicing.

He lowered his head, and the flickering light of the fire shone on his face, so bright and dark, but it made his face more mysterious and beautiful.

Such Qian Zang deeply attracted Yang Juanjuan's attention.

She stared at him for a while, and suddenly thought that she couldn't fall asleep anyway, so she might as well draw him at this time.

Yang Juanjuan took out the drawing tools from under the bed, and went outside to move a table.

With the light of the fire blowing non-stop by the wind, Yang Juanjuan was lying on the table, sometimes raising his head, sometimes lowering his head.Whether she looked up to observe Qian Zang, or she lowered her head to draw, her expression was extremely serious and focused.

When a person devotes all her energy to one thing, she cannot feel the passage of time.

Just like Yang Juanjuan, she painted so seriously that she didn't know when it was dawn, and she didn't notice that the man opposite had already woken up.

Before dawn, Qian Zang ended his cultivation.When he opened his eyes, he saw Yang Juanjuan lying on the table, drawing him seriously.

I don't know what Yang Juanjuan's picture of him looks like, but Qian Zang wanted to see it very much, so he didn't make any noise to disturb her, and kept pretending to be asleep.

At dawn, Zhan Ling came back from the outside and saw Yang Juanjuan drawing a picture for Qian Zang.

She was already jealous and resentful of Yang Juanjuan, but seeing this scene, she became even more jealous.

She walked over and asked knowingly and loudly, "What are you doing?"

Suddenly someone spoke loudly behind him, Yang Juanjuan's heart beat in fright, and his hands shook violently.

The paintbrush in his hand left an ugly mark directly on the white canvas, which seemed so out of place with the whole painting.

"Oh!" Yang Juanjuan looked at the extra painting marks on the painting, and then realized what he had done.

She hastily put the pen aside, picked up the wet handkerchief, and was about to wipe the extra scratches, wanting to make a final remedy.

However, just as she picked up the wet handkerchief, Qian Zang pinned her down.Qian Zang shook his head at her: "No."

The paint mark is too long, and it can't be wiped off with a wet handkerchief, but it will affect other painted places.

Qian Zang picked up the painting, looked at it, and praised: "The painting is not bad."

It would look better if there were no extra painting marks on the side.

It was all Zhan Ling's fault, she shouldn't have disturbed Yang Juanjuan by making a sudden noise.

Thinking of this level, Qian Zang looked away from the painting, and gave Zhan Ling a slightly reproachful look.

War Spirit was transformed by Qian Zang's battle armor, and he has been with him for nearly a thousand years. It can be said that they are good friends who have gone through life and death.He never blamed her.Even if it was because of her mistakes, he never blamed her.

But today, just because her words frightened Yang Juanjuan, and Yang Juanjuan ruined the painting, Qian Zang blamed her.Although she did that on purpose and should bear something, she just felt that she was right and felt wronged psychologically.

Even though she feels wronged, she doesn't blame Qian Zang, but puts the responsibility on Yang Juanjuan.

If it wasn't for Yang Juanjuan, she wouldn't be blamed by Qian Zang.Therefore, her resentment towards Yang Juanjuan deepened in her heart.

Yang Juanjuan's gaze was on the painting in Qian Zang's hand, and she felt someone staring at her.

Looking sideways, it really was Zhan Ling staring at her.

She didn't understand why Zhan Ling stared at her, but she didn't want to ask either.She is still suffering.

Taking a flat look at Zhan Ling, Yang Juanjuan turned his eyes back again, looked at Qian Zang and said, "Master, this painting is not good..."

Yang Juanjuan stretched out his hand to get the semi-finished painting, but Qian Zang nimbly dodged it.

"It's because the painting is not very good..." Qian Zang nodded in agreement, moved his hands slightly, and naturally rolled up the painting.

While scrolling, he said: "But the person on this painting is me, so I should keep this painting."

What's the point?Yang Juanjuan has painted for Li Shibai, and also for Zhong Xiaotian, but none of them asked her to paint.

How come to Master, everything is different.

Yang Juanjuan was a little depressed, but he didn't want to say anything because of the loss in his heart.If Master wants it, give it to him.

For breakfast, Qian Zang specially asked Zhan Ling to prepare some light food.

Yang Juanjuan didn't eat much last night and was already hungry.At the beginning, she still ate it deliciously, but she couldn't eat it after eating half a bowl.

"Master, you can accompany me to search for another day." Yang Juanjuan held the chopsticks and thought for a while.

Qian Zang sat next to Yang Juanjuan, and he spun the glass, not for drinking, but for observing Yang Juanjuan.

Seeing her eat half a bowl of you and stop eating, Qian Zang knows that she is still sad about the lost things.

If that thing can't be found all the time, has she always been like this?

Qian Zang wanted to say something, but hearing her pitiful tone, he held back his words.

Let's look for another day with her, don't talk about it if you can't find it.

When the two walked out of Miaohua Cave, the sharp-eyed Taotao saw it at a glance, and swayed his two monkey arms vigorously, shouting: "Master, I have been hanging here for seven days, you can let me down. "

"There's not enough time until evening, just hang on." Qian Zang threw a sentence, pulled Yang Juanjuan and left.

Just like yesterday, Yang Juanjuan took Qian Zang to visit the places that he and Li Shibai had visited.

After this time, not only did he find nothing, but Yang Juanjuan became even more anxious.

She covered her head, squatted in the snow, looked at the front blankly, and said in pain: "Why is this happening? Why can I clearly know that I have lost something, but I don't know what it is?"

Yang Juanjuan is in great pain here, and Li Shibai is also in pain.

Li Shibai has been trapped by Yuelao's fairy barrier for seven days, and he has spent the past seven days drinking to soothe his worries.

However, drinking to drown your sorrows is all about talking to others.For him, the more he drank, the more sad he became.

He almost finished the wine on Tianzhu Peak, but he was still sober.

That little figure, that beautiful woman with beautiful peach blossom eyes, was extremely clear in his mind.Even, he could see her coming out of his mind.

He didn't know that he was hallucinating, and thought it was Yang Juanjuan who had come.He stretched out his hand and shouted Juanjuan, Juanjuan...

He approached her step by step, and when he approached her, he opened his arms and hugged her tightly.He imagined holding her in his arms, but in the end he found that he didn't hold anything.

Another hallucination, Li Shibai rubbed his head fiercely, then slowly backed away, and sat down on the chair behind him.

Unexpectedly, he exerted too much force and fell from the chair to the ground, which was really embarrassing.

　There is another update, wait for me to have a meal, I will send it when I write~~
　　Well, a certain volume forgot to like Li Shibai, everyone said that it is better to remind her, or just forget it like this?

　　
　
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