The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

In fact, she thought about it a lot just now, but in the end, the only chips she can come up with are her beauty and figure. She is still relatively confident in this regard.

The end result was unexpected, but not very unexpected.

Unexpectedly, it makes sense.

Hanasegawa Chiryu, a very interesting senior, is completely different from what he imagined.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu glanced at the computer, and roughly skipped at least four or five bold paragraphs, and the rest of the details were countless.

Have you been merciful before? A wry smile will inevitably give birth to a fighting spirit that will not admit defeat.

The days of contact are still long, and she will never make similar mistakes again.

On the other side, Qianliu, who left from the rental house of Shiyu in Kasumigaoka, did not return to Sakuraso for the first time.

Tomorrow, Xiaoniaoyou Shihua will bring her sister to visit, so you have to treat it well. The ingredients and the like must be prepared, drinks and juices.

Hey, it feels really troublesome all of a sudden, why don't you just eat hot pot.

Easy and fast, self-sufficient, how awesome.

Taking care of himself, he joked. After all, Qianliu went around the supermarket near Sakura Village and returned with a small bag. Not only the ingredients, but Xiaodou's snacks and tomato juice were all listed.

Back at Sakura Village, Xiaojiu jumped out to greet him after finishing his homework, and when he saw him, he covered half of his face with his hands and said, "Kukuku, my half body, are these all tributes to me? ?"

Seeing that she came over to help carry things after posing, Qianliu handed her the bag of snacks, and took time to say, "Tomorrow, Xiaoniaoyou Liuhua will come over to play with her sister, so I made a big purchase."

Xiaojiu was obviously surprised, and even forgot to put her next pose: "What? The Evil King is coming? No...impossible! How did she find my castle through the secret realm? I should have created a barrier nearby. right."

"Oh, I met Sister Xiaoniaoyou outside for a chat at noon. She is very grateful to you for taking care of Liuhua at ordinary times. If she wants to come to visit, I will let me know the address." Qianliu put on his slippers and went into the living room. Store in refrigerator.

"It turns out that, Kukuku, the mere envoys really can't recognize the lies of the Holy Conditioner." After speaking, Xiaojiu showed a solemn expression: "Finally, the day of fate has come, since the evil king's true eye envoy has found my base camp, As the true ancestor of the Night Clan, I must prepare for an invasion."

Downgraded from half body to familiar again, Qianliu knocked on his little sister who didn't know what she was thinking about all day.

"Aren't you friends? Why don't you tell each other the address." He was a little curious.

Originally covering his head and making a fuss, he mentioned this little dove with a mysterious look: "Kukuku, on the surface, I and the Evil King True Eye Envoy are close friends, but in fact we are destined for life and death. enemy!"

What is this hidden setting?

Before he could ask again, Xiao Dou suddenly jumped and ran back to the second floor.

In the words of the younger sister, it is probably to prepare for the countermeasures in order to cope with the invasion of the evil king's true eye envoy.

Ignoring her, after putting out the ingredients, Qianliu began to check the homework that Kouto had placed on the dining table.

If you perfunctory things and make too many mistakes, I will let you know what countermeasures are.

Fortunately, Xiaodou completed it very seriously, and there are only a few mistakes, which is worthy of recognition.

Well, he doesn't expect anything from a scumbag sister. The important thing is to have a correct attitude. Anyway, it's not a problem to raise her as beautiful and happy as a princess, even for a lifetime.

Afterwards, Qianliu went back to the room and planned to lie down, but she opened the door and met Shiina Mashiro, squatting barefoot on her private massage chair and drawing.

His demeanor was very focused, even if Qianliu approached, there was no response, and he didn't seem to notice that there was another person in the room.

Could her brain automatically filter out anything but painting?It's also too smart.

Qianliu looked from the first picture she painted. Needless to say, the painting skills are superb, at least he can't see the flaws, but the plot... It's hard to say.

For Shinshiro, the story has only the beginning and the end, the process?What it is?

"Really white? Really white!"

Forcibly interrupting her to continue painting, Qianliu looked at her with blank eyes and looked at him.

"If you continue to draw like this, there will be no results." He pointed out the problem bluntly.

Therefore, Qianliu decided that it was more important to teach her about other things before teaching her how to draw manga.

A work has to have feelings, it is not a boring and garish rhetoric that is piled up randomly, even if it is a good work.

The same goes for manga, and Shinshiro still doesn't understand this truth. *

Chapter [-] Are you telling a joke?

"How long have you been painting?" Qianliu asked casually after putting away her paintings one by one.

"Qianliu went out at noon."

"and then?"

"Now."

Well, that means he's been painting since he left the house?

"How about taking a break first, do you want to eat something?" Qianliu suggested.

He couldn't imagine that he could draw like Mashiro all the time. After all, he was a lazy cancer patient.

"I'm not hungry." After Mashiro said that, a cute grunt came from his lower abdomen.

"Your stomach seems to say it's hungry."

"Wait a minute, I'll talk to it first."

"You don't need to have such a meaningless conversation, now, you should like Baumkuchen very much."