The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

Lai Qian'er also felt aggrieved. It was just an ordinary system that had never even seen the Lord God. It was just a small and transparent person who was rescued by the Lord God.

"So, now you are truly transparent, and no one can find you."

Although Lan Wangshu asked a question, his tone was firm, as if the matter had already been defined.

[It seems so. I have never thought of this before, but now that the host has said this, it seems to be possible. However, if I rashly plunder the things, I am afraid it will not work.]

Lai Qian'er naturally has his own judgment, and everything is based on the judgment of system data.

Lan Wangshu nodded. She probably also thought that everything in this world is scripted. Randomly plundering the resources of other worlds might destroy other worlds, which was not her intention.

"I see. I just want to know if this world is currently invisible."

【Wait, sizzle, sizzle... Host, sizzle, sizzle... Something is wrong. 】

"What, what happened?"

This was the first time Lan Wangshu saw Lai Qian'er behave like this. She didn't feel scared, but she didn't want to lose Lai Qian'er either. It was different for her.

If before it was because they had common secrets and insights, now it was because there was an inexplicable bond waiting for her to unravel.

[Host, something is wrong. Something is wrong with this world. You must be careful.]

Lai Qian'er, as a system, has never experienced birth, aging, sickness, and death, and it doesn't know what the feeling of discomfort is called, but it feels it now, and it just wants to say that it feels very uncomfortable.

"Never mind that for now, how are you doing?"

Lan Wangshu really didn’t want to know what would happen to the world. It had nothing to do with her. She was not the protagonist anyway.

[Host, I feel uncomfortable and want to take a rest. I am very tired and seem to be running out of energy...]

Lai Qian'er's voice became smaller and smaller, and Lan Wangshu's brows became deeper and deeper.

She has no energy. Is it because she hasn’t made any money recently?

The girl's eyes turned, and she decided to use Li Bai's identity to write a calligraphy for auction. This would be put at the end and could be counted in the personal total amount. In this way, there would be more variables and a higher auction price. At the same time, the money would also be considered as her earnings, and she could also gain reputation points at the same time. No matter which system task it was, it would be enough to give her the energy to make money.

Lan Wangshu blinked her eyes, and just about to open her mouth, she closed it again. Well, Lai Qian'er was usually very active. She put these items into the system's space, and now she didn't know if they could still be used.

As soon as Lan Wangshu thought about it, pen, ink, paper and inkstone appeared in her hands. This was good news. At least she didn't have to be constrained by money and could use what she needed.

Lan Wangshu took off the muli, tidied it and put it aside. He also tied up the wide sleeves, revealing a cold white wrist, which was decorated with the four treasures of the study.

She sat upright at the desk, holding a brush in her hand, moving her brush across the rice paper with a focused expression.

The sunlight shone through the window onto her, outlining circles of golden outlines, making her look even more gentle and peaceful.

Her handwriting is not just neat and beautiful as usual, but every stroke is full of power and vitality, as if telling the story from the bottom of her heart.

The seemingly weak and slender font is like having steel nails driven into the joints. No matter which direction the wind blows, I remain unmoved and have my own style.

Lan Wangshu's eyes sparkled with sparks of inspiration, and as his thoughts flowed, the words he wrote became more vivid and fluent.

Time passed by unknowingly, and the paper in front of the girl was already filled with densely written words.

Lan Wangshu looked at everything in front of him, a satisfied and determined smile on his face. He pinched his sleeve with one hand and put down the brush with the other.

Put the paper aside and let the breeze blow over it. When it is completely dry, you can mount it on silk.

She arranged everything, stood up from the desk, walked to her original position, put on her veil, and sat on a stool to think.

"Knock down."

"Who?"

"Master, it's almost time."

When Wu Yan's voice came, Lan Wangshu's dry eyes moved behind the heavy curtain. Time passed so quickly, an hour had passed in a daze.

She took out a piece of chocolate from her sleeve and put it in her mouth. She was so focused on thinking that she forgot about eating.

"Come in."

Wu Yan and Gao Qiao walked in together, and Lan Wangshu threw out two copper masks.

"Bring it on."

The two people took the masks, put them on carefully, and tied the bags for each other.

A smile flashed in Lan Wangshu's eyes, and the two of them seemed to be in sync at this moment.

“Is the auction order ready?”

"Everything is ready."

Takahashi held a stack of drawings in his hand, on which were simple sketches of each person. They were simple, but one could see a person's characteristics. The items submitted for auction had numbers written on them and their shapes were simply sketched.

Lan Wangshu looked at the paper in his hand. Sometimes he really had to admire Takahashi. His drawings were eye-catching, but they were really effective.