Chapter 1366 (1/2)

Originally, I was looking at the good life of the tree, as if I wanted to copy it to the pen, but I drew a dead tree

It's not the same way to draw a gourd ladle!

she was stunned by her Kung Fu. A drop of ink fell, and the branches suddenly became a mass, as if they had been destroyed by something.

Ning snow Mo Leng Leng Leng, and then look at the face of the painting, fingers in the paper a rub!

The picture turned into tens of millions of paper scraps in a flash, flying all over the sky, like a snow, everywhere in a mess.

Ning Xuemo stands quietly in the scraps of paper and doesn't know what he is thinking.

A red shadow came from the sky and landed in front of the door of the small building. Then he walked lightly to the small building and looked in a good mood.

It is xueyilan.

God Jiuli looks at a pair of figures under the light and drinks a sip of wine. Ice blue eyes rise and fall like the sea.

……

God nine Li seems to have become an invisible person, every day silently following behind Ning Xuemo.

He used to like drinking tea, but now he likes drinking wine. Wine gourd never leaves him.

She stood by the water, watching the vast expanse of blue waves rippling, clouds rolling in the sky.

He leaned against the tree and watched the red dress hunting dance of the Iraqis. His hair was flying in the wind.

She suddenly fell in love with painting. She had nothing to do but draw mountains and rivers, but no one

Her paintings seem lively and lively, but there is always loneliness and desolation.

Like the flowers in the wind and rain, trying not to let themselves wither in the autumn wind, trying to survive the winter

Her paintings never remain. When they are finished, they will be destroyed and dissipated in the air.