The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Yu Mian's ears suddenly stood up, and he thought to himself that this was not good...

"Madam's appearance is so beautiful that it is difficult to depict even two or three tenths of it. This is only a small part of her expression..." She coaxed him, and instantly took out the first picture she had just drawn and handed it to Sheng Qing.

"In my heart, you are actually more like this on a daily basis..." The paper is tranquil and cold, and a beautiful woman shrouded in mist appears on it, like a fairy in a painting.

Sheng Qing pointed his finger and used his spiritual power to control the two paintings to stand upright at the same time, his eyes wandering between the two paintings, comparing them.

Even she might not dare to accept the second pair of clothes that she handed over. This little coward is now so good at sweet talk, and I don't know where he learned it from.

If Yu Mian knew what she was thinking, he would definitely cry out that it was unfair and that it was clearly you who led her astray, and yet you refused to admit it.

"The painting is not bad. Then continue to draw a few more pictures like this..." Sheng Qing looked particularly happy. He deliberately made things difficult for Xiao Mianzi and created her non-existent quiet fairy spirit out of nothing.

Yu Mian:? Do you really have no idea what you are like...

This is making things difficult for Fat Tiger.

"Huh... do you really want to draw it?" She asked again with a stronger tone, and received a light glance from Shengqing. The meaning implied in the glance could only be hinted at, not expressed in words.

"Shengqing, Madam, I think that art itself is an abstraction. If it is too fixed, it will lose its spirituality. Do you want me to express myself freely?"

"Please... please..." Yu Mian lowered his eyes, turning them into three-quarter dog eyes. He tugged at her sleeves with both hands, signaling her to let him go. At worst, he wouldn't look so fierce.

"Wife~" She finally called out the name for her wife in her own world, pursing her lips and pretending to be good.

The main thing is that as soon as she imagined it, the image of a black-hearted monster who eats people and livers automatically popped up in her mind, and every time she thought of it, it came true.

It is not that there are cold and aloof looks, for example, when one just wakes up in the morning, he may be drowsy for a moment, or when he goes out to travel in front of the younger generation, he may perform a little... but it is relatively rare, as his reference memory bank is insufficient.

The half of Shengqing's body that was pulled by the sleeve was coaxed away, and his originally pretended stern expression was broken by the smile at the corner of his eyes. He was just teasing Mian'er until she called out a strange name, and his face froze.

"Wife?"

Does Mian'er dislike her because she's old? !

But the tone clearly didn't mean that, and it even had a hint of tenderness and tenderness compared to when she called her madam.

That was another name for fellow Taoist that I was not familiar with, probably used in her world...but why did they add the word "old" for no reason? It was really strange.

After a woman gets married, her life span will not be shortened instantly, and she will not become mature and old in an instant...

"It's the name for wife." Yu Mian explained.

"Besides these, what other names do lovers use to address each other?" Sheng Qing didn't like this name very much, but she was curious about what other names were used between Taoist lovers in that world.

"Since I tell you it's okay, then I can paint whatever I want." Seeing that she was curious, Yu Mian took the opportunity to tell her his request.

Sheng Qing nodded slightly. She didn't want to be portrayed as aloof and aloof. She was herself and there was no need to present herself in a way that would be pleasing to the world. Being free to do what she wanted was her true self.

"Let me think... the most popular name between lovers is babe."

"Baby? If it is a metaphor for magic weapons and instruments in this world, it is indeed very intimate to cultivators. If it is a metaphor for gold, jade and money in Mian'er's world, it is still as light as a feather. It is indeed easy to understand and does not lose friendship." Sheng Qing nodded slightly and commented very pertinently. If Mian'er likes it, she can also call it "baby" in the future.

But her magic tools and instruments are not as important as Mian'er in her heart. She called him baby but it was too soft. It was not advisable...

Yu Mian pursed his lips to hold back his smile. Whenever it came to studying, Sheng Qing appeared to be extraordinarily serious and rigorous, a completely different person from usual, seamlessly transforming into the Venerable Huai Ci, the number one genius in Kyushu.

But such a serious analysis of the name is really cute...

"Any more?"

"There are some even stickier ones, like babies~" Yu Mian came forward and couldn't help but touch the snake student who was currently studying. They were so cute, and it strangely hit her cute spot.

"It originally meant offspring or young children. When used on lovers, it is a metaphor. The couple treats each other like children and dotes on them, which is quite disgusting..." Master Yu explained while pinching the banana.

Sheng Qing originally thought that it was referring to gold, jade and other objects, and thought that the people in that world really loved money, and even the most intimate names were tainted with the smell of copper. He didn't expect that it was referring to children.

After listening to Yu Mian's explanation, she could roughly understand the deep meaning, but she had no affection or thoughts for her future generations, so it was inappropriate to call them that.

From her gaze, Yu Mian knew that the snake wanted to know other names before she even opened her mouth. "Other names include dear, darling, etc. You should be able to understand the literal meanings, so I won't explain them in detail..."

After listening to them all, Shengqing felt that none of these names suited her taste, and finally she still preferred to call him Mian'er, the Mian'er that belonged to her alone.

"There are so many different ways to call you that, but I still like Mian'er better." She turned her head slightly, held Yu Mian's fingertips that were rubbing her face, bit them lightly with her teeth, and then let go.

Yu Mian blushed, pulled his hand back, and stopped kneading, "Actually, I also feel that some of these names are a bit disgusting."

"I still like calling your name. It sounds very nice, like the sound of jade hitting each other, crisp and clear." Yu Mian didn't finish her words. What she actually wanted to say was that even if she was the only Sheng Qing left in the world, she would not be truly lonely, because there would be someone who would always remember her and call her.

But she couldn't say anything too cheesy, so she kept it to herself.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't we be busy? How come we got off topic while chatting?" Yu Mian suddenly realized that Sheng Qing was working.

"It's okay. I've already finished drawing." Sheng Qing stroked the sleeve of his left hand, and a stack of papers appeared on the table. The top one was the front view, with gorgeous outlines, intricate designs, and exquisiteness. Even though the paper had not yet been colored, one could already see its beauty.

"So fast!" Yu Mian's eyes suddenly became hot as she looked at Sheng Qing. If she could have half of his brain, she would have no worries about getting a promotion and a raise in salary when she was in that company.

Bah bah bah…

She shook her head. She was now a powerful cultivator, but instead of doing that, she was reminiscing about the hard times when she was the second party in the past and was only making herself suffer.

“Not too fast. If I didn’t have to wait for Mian’er to draw the pattern, I wouldn’t have used pen and ink. I could have directly used my spiritual power to form it. It only took a moment.” Sheng Qing raised his hand and created a thread of spiritual power. In an instant, he had woven a pattern on a piece of cloth.

As long as she wanted, she could even weave a set with spiritual silk and then let Zhu Niang from Lanyi Mountain supervise and modify it.

Yu Mian realized that she had actually lowered her work efficiency by handing Sheng Qing a pen and grinding ink. She covered her face...