Chapter 3

"Those who fight against soldiers... As urgent as the law!"

With her low voice, ten brushes flew up at the same time and completed the whole painting at ten times the speed.

Ximen Qing looked aside and said with emotion, "Taoism is convenient."

Yes, I can live with Ximen Qing, a zombie, and make her so afraid. Song Yunwu is a Taoist nun in addition to being a landlord.

The art of controlling objects was very spiritual. Later, the ink flew out by itself.

The ink color is like a dragon. It swims quickly on the drawing paper and soon fills the position where it should be painted.

In this way, a beautiful black-and-white painting is completed.

"Oh, good." Simon clapped his hands.

Song Yunwu's painting skills are really strong, the painting style is very beautiful, and the painting done with Taoism is also impeccable. Although this newly formed ship woman is different from all the ship women in his memory, she is really very beautiful. Her figure and face can definitely arouse the interest of otaku.

"But how does it look familiar?" Simon looked closer. "Sleeping slot! Isn't this me? You infringe on my portrait right! Give me the money!"

"Give you a head!" Song Yunwu gave her a white look. "It's just a little like! You have the right to portrait the whole wool! And you have money to take this painting when it's sold!"

"Er... It seems so." Ximen Qing recognized it.

Next, they worked all night until 5 a.m. Finally, the remaining 19 online drafts were completed.

"Can you do that?" Song Yun was somewhat upset. "You didn't even make complaints about the Tucao before you did. Is this not even more dramatic? 20 pages are 15 pages, all of them are set up, and the remaining 5 pages are simple, small daily activities. Will the readers love them?"

"Don't worry, I know a man's mind better than you," XiMenqing promised, patting his chest. "How do you think a book can be opened repeatedly instead of being thrown away after reading it?"

"Well..." Song Yunwu fell into thinking.

"Of course it can be licked!" Simon said, "I'll remember the plot once I've seen it. What amazing plot can be stuffed on page 20? It's mainly visual stimulation. Just like you draw Xiao Huang man, these people's drawings can be used as casting materials. Five pages of plot are just added casually to make them more fresh. Can you believe that you can apply some poison to these ship women's chest the next day Get caught? "

"Pa!" Song Yunwu was quite reasonable at the beginning. When he heard the last sentence, his face sank and slapped XiMenqing on the chest, "who wants to poison! You will be caught!"

"Ah ~" Ximen Qing cried and covered his chest. "Just a chestnut. You can't marry after you are so fierce, but it's good. My RBQ doesn't need other men's hands."

"RBQ?" Song Yunwu looked at her suspiciously.

Simon Qing quickly looked away and whistled guilty. However, she couldn't blow, so it looked like she was blowing a non-existent balloon. "Poof poof!" saliva gushed out.

Song Yunwu said, "although I don't know what you're talking about, I have to remind you, sister Ximen, you should look at the time."

"Ah?" Simon subconsciously looked at the wall clock, and then his face suddenly changed, "lying trough! 5:30! Dying! Dying! The sun is coming out!"

She hurried back to her room, threw her pajamas on the ground in a hurry, put on a thick down jacket, put on a pair of sunglasses and a mask covering most of her face, and then took a cap. The whole person looked like a suspicious person.

After changing these equipment, she hurried out. Although she was late at 8:30, as a zombie, she was most afraid of the sun, so she set out early every day and entered the room before the sun became fierce. It was very late to go out at 5:30 today.

At the door, song Yunwu is waiting for her with a bag of sucked jelly: "take it." this is Ximen Qing's blood bag. She manages it on weekdays, otherwise it will be sucked by the zombie in half a month.

Simon Qingshun took the blood bag and ran out of the door: "I'm going!"

Song Yunwu looked up at the white sky and couldn't help narrowing her eyes: "well, not only are zombies, the sun is also a natural enemy for our cartoonists." with that, she hid in the villa.

XiMenqing struggled to get on the bus against the "great sun" for her, and smoothly came to her workplace after three stops.

Bilan Huacheng kindergarten!

Yes, she is a kindergarten teacher.

She said hello to the guard uncle Qin and went in. Because the leaders have not been evil recently, no one came so early except her.

XiMenqing casually found a corner, opened the blood bag and sucked it up.

Bang... Ge~~~

She made a queer voice.

Blood sucking is really a supreme enjoyment for a zombie. It's even more exciting than power generation. The feeling of warmth all over her body is like going to heaven.

However, the happy time is always short. A bag of blood was sucked up soon. Because of the special material, there was no half a drop of blood in it. No matter how hard Ximen Qing tried, he couldn't suck out the extra blood.

"Shit! Be stingy, that's all." after a daily complaint, XiMenqing sat there and began to daze.

After that, the colleagues in the park also arrived one after another. After 8:30, the children were sent one after another.

It is worth mentioning that this is a private and high-end kindergarten. All the people who can come in are rich families. Therefore, the cheapest car for children is also a high-end product starting from millions. Although XiMenqing doesn't know a car logo.

Simon Qing stood at the door of the classroom, seemingly picking up the children. In fact, she was watching the wives who sent the children to school.

Those who can afford such high-end kindergartens must have money at home. Except for a few female owners, most families are children whose mothers send their children to school.

These are all beautiful women who can be seen by the rich. With an average height of 1.65 meters, high appearance, big legs and very tasteful clothes, Ximen Qing feels like watching a model show every day.

[this is probably the real lady?] she often thinks so.

Before crossing, he always thought that girls should talk about cosmetics, bags and new clothes all day. Since she came to work here, she knew that she had been wrong before. Only some ignorant little girls and those peripheral women would pay attention to those.

For really high-class women, the core of their topic is often only one, that is, children.