The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

The pages of the book slowly unfolded, and the first picture showed Sheng Qing leaning against the railing, with her hair like clouds and her face like flowers, her hairpins trembling slightly, and she casually threw fish food.

In the pond, there are some fat koi fish.

The person in the painting is looking straight out of the painting, as if with a little annoyance, which is really pitiful.

This is the scene from the time of Pingtian Prefecture.

Sheng Qing's beautiful eyebrows slightly raised, depicting a look of joy, his fingertips lightly stroked the ink, and he glanced to the side according to the expression in the painting, seeming to be sad and resentful...

"Does Mian'er like this expression?" Her tone and facial expression matched the resentment, which made people feel uneasy.

Yu Mian took a half step back and leaned against the bed, sweat suddenly forming on his forehead. "No, no..."

"Hmm?" Sheng Qing lowered his raised eyebrows slightly.

"Oh no! I like it, I like it." She was full of desire to survive, stepped forward and pulled Shengqing's arm, leaning against her gently, "I like everything."

"Anyway, you just like it." She used the tenth-level snake-coaxing technique to smooth Shengqing's scales down little by little.

"Hmph..." Sheng Qing's pretentious expression broke, and a smile appeared on his face, "This is more like it."

She flipped through the pages and the next photo showed Sheng Qing holding a red feather fan, with his eyebrows slightly narrowed and the corners of his eyes raised, giving him a seductive look like a fairy.

Next was Sheng Qing, who was quietly brewing tea in front of the Eight Immortals Table, with an immortal-like figure. Her long hair was loose and hung down to the ground at her feet.

And she propped her head up to the side, and the imperial concubine lay with her eyes half closed, looking as if she was neither awake nor awake.

She was covered in blood, her dress was torn, and her face was bloody...

In Yu Mian's paintings, Sheng Qing has rich emotions, and his joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are so vivid, as if he has always existed like this.

Sheng Qing was mesmerized by what she saw. Although many of her emotions were deliberately expressed to tease Yu Mian, she had never looked at herself in the mirror and had no idea that this was how she looked in her eyes.

Her strong emotions can be seen in the painter's writing, just like piercing a needle into her chest and painting with her heart and blood.

Under Yu Mian's brush, Sheng Qing's beauty is so vivid and lively, jumping onto the paper, like a decadent Lycoris radiata, dangerous yet inexplicably attracting people's curiosity and yearning.

As I flipped through the papers bit by bit, I found a microcosm of the time I had spent along the way, all the way to the present.

But...why does it start from Pingtianfu, and the pages before that?

After Shengqing turned to the last page, he went back to look at the first page, where there were obvious signs of separation.

She bent her fingertips slightly, her eyes were filled with evil thoughts, and her voice was full of charm as she asked casually, "When did Mian'er start preparing for this?"

"I love so much…"

Yu Mian couldn't remember the time either. Was it from the time when the other party used the Thousand Silk Formation to draw a small portrait of him, or from the time when the ferocious beast Qiongqi came back?

"It was from the moment we entered the mountain gate..." She paused, something was wrong!

Wouldn't that expose all those portraits?

He wanted to change his tone immediately and said, "I started last year..."

But Sheng Qing interrupted him, "You just entered the mountain gate, then why are there only these many, did Mian'er hide them secretly?" Sheng Qing pressed Yu Mian down and brushed his nose lightly against Yu Mian's nose, as if they were exchanging scents.

"Listen to me, it started last year. I was wrong just now!" Yu Mian bit the time tightly. She would never admit it. As long as she didn't say it out loud, it would rot in her stomach for the rest of her life and no one would know about it.

Sheng Qing lightly hooked a small piece of torn paper that was stuck to the first page with her fingertips, pinched half of the magic formula to find the trace, and her beautiful eyes fell on Yu Mian's face, "Is this really the case?"

Seeing her cheating, Yu Mian opened his eyes wide, how could she be so great at magic? !

Well, you are awesome!

"Shengqing... do you believe me when I tell you that it's just a piece of talisman paper?" She pleaded earnestly with her eyes, truly surrendering. Then she looked at the shredded paper, and when Shengqing was not prepared, she opened her mouth and bit a piece of talisman paper on his fingertips and swallowed it.

“…Well! It’s just a piece of paper now!” Seeing that Shengqing’s fingertips were clean and there was nothing on them, Yumian nodded seriously.

Sheng Qing looked at the crystal on his fingertips and laughed instead of getting angry, "Mian'er, are you hungry? Why are you so greedy?"

Then he slowly took out another small piece of debris and shook it in front of Yu Mian.

Yu Mian stared at the evidence dangling in front of him, his eyes fixed on it, wanting to use the same old trick again, but he also knew that Sheng Qing would not be fooled so easily.

He closed his eyes and looked ready to sacrifice himself. "You...you must promise me that you will never get angry!"

Originally, it was just for fun, and Sheng Qing had never thought of actually finding out Yu Mian's little secret. He would know it one day anyway.

But seeing her like this now, I really got interested.

This guy looks like a coward, but is actually very bold. What kind of treasonous portrait did he draw?

"Okay... I promise you. Do you want me to take it out myself, or do you want me to...?" Sheng Qing made a gesture with his fingertips until the second half. He only needed to close his fingertips at the end to take the thing out.

It’s not that she couldn’t take it out directly, but it still lacked some meaning compared to Yu Mian handing it over to her personally.

When Yu Mian heard the "golden medal of immunity from death" she promised, his shivering eyes slowly opened, thinking that if he confessed, he would be treated leniently, while if he resisted, he would be treated severely. If he presented it with his own hands, would he be able to gain some forgiveness?

"I'll choose it myself..." Her eyes rolled. Sheng Qing didn't know how many she had drawn. She probably didn't know that some of the most excessive ones were drawn in the middle.

This time, just take your time and sweep the tail clean.

It’s all my own storage habit. Why do I have to bind them together?!

Well, you’ve suffered the loss!

"Wait a minute..." Yu Mian reached into the ring and found the booklet. He was about to tear it up when Sheng Qing stared at him. "Mian'er, are you secretly cleaning up the mess?"

Yu Mian was nervous, "How could that be... You are wrongly accusing me... Ha... Haha..."

"Why not hurry up?" Sheng Qing's tone became slightly harsher.

“Take it out right away, take it out right away…” Yu Mian was scared. He presented it to the Snake Queen with both hands and closed his eyes waiting for the Snake Queen’s inspection.

"You said you wouldn't be angry. If you're angry, you're breaking your promise!"

"You can't punish me! And you can't take the opportunity to bully me!" Yu Mian quickly piled up thousands of layers of buffs on himself. After saying this in one breath, he pulled up the quilt, buried himself tightly on both sides, and shrunk his head into the quilt, leaving only scattered hair exposed.

Sheng Qing laughed. Is she that scary?

I haven't done anything to hurt Mian'er, right?

Then he picked up the album, which was more than twice as thick as the previous small booklet, and casually opened a page.

The gentle smile on his face froze.

The Q version of Yu Mian grabbed a limp little black snake with one hand, and with the other hand, he bent his fingers and flicked its forehead, muttering, "I told you not to poke my head, I told you not to poke my head!"

This is still a comic strip. The next picture shows a pile of bags on the little black snake's forehead. Little Yumian is very proud, "Look, I'll turn you into a Buddha!"