Chapter 1365

There are countless yellow pictures flashed by, but they spread like meteors when touched, and no trace can be found.

God nine Li ice blue eyes across a pain.

He slowly touched a word on the jade lock, tracing it over and over again

Snow road

At this moment, he understood that ten years ago, he never used her as an apprentice. Otherwise, he would not allow her to hang such a lock here and set up a border guard

Ning Xuemo, are you still xueyimo? Do you really like me when you approach me this time? Or what else do you want here?

When he came back from amnesia, the excitement she felt when she saw him was not fake. Her actions that seemed to like him were not fake.

But When she was close to him in the previous life, she was also so romantic. When she stayed by his side, she was also very happy, as if she liked him to the extreme. But she turned around and gave him a sword. She took his heart and blood to save another man

Ning Xuemo, are you true or false to me this time?

God Jiuli thinks he is crazy!

Reason told him to turn around, but emotion couldn't let go. Just follow her and she didn't know what to do

However, since we are here, let's follow first!

He always does what he wants, and when he wants, he does it.

There are few opportunities to aggrieve yourself and force yourself.

So this time he didn't want to be forced to follow

First, let's take a look and then slowly analyze our own ideas and her

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Ningxuemo back to the small building, the heart has returned to a calm state.

She looked out of the window, after the drizzle, all things sprouted, the nearby flowers bloomed layer upon layer, the green grass depended on, the distant green mountains continued, and the white clouds floated.

She sat down and drew quietly. It's the scene of the moment.

When the sky is a little dark, Ning Xuemo lights the lamp and boils down the oil. He paints an impressionist scene with the trend

At the end of the willow on the moon, after dusk.

God Jiuli sits on the tree, looking at the light in the small building not far away, looking at the woman in red who is painting under the light

Looking at her peaceful and beautiful face, looking at the scene she painted a little shape

He did not know where to make a jade gourd and drank wine.

Ning Xuemo suddenly looks up and takes a look here.

The body of God Jiuli is stiff. Can she see that he is coming? No way. He's invisible.

Ningxuemo just looks at it and continues to draw.

Under her brush, a big tree with luxuriant branches is slowly forming

It was for painting trees that I saw here

God Jiuli can't tell whether he is happy or lost.

However, it's strange that the tree as a model is bright and vigorous as spring, and the leaves are green as green as green. What she draws is that all the leaves hanging on the branches are going to be withered and yellow. They are bleak in the breeze and will fall at any time.

God Jiuli himself is a painter. No one in the world knows more about the painter than him. What the general painter draws reflects is the painter's mentality at that time.

Is her mind so bleak now?

At a glance, he could feel the bleakness of the painting.

It seems that the tree is trying to cheer itself up. It insists on keeping the leaves from falling, but it can't reach the autumn wind

Ning Xuemo doesn't know why. He looks at the big tree in his pen and shakes his spirit. Is this freehand brushwork?