Just as Zhai Liangjun came out of the venue after finishing the event, a large wave of media swarmed up.
That posture was even more fierce than when he took the golden man.
Rao is Zhai Liangjun, who is very experienced in the media lens, and his own strength is quite powerful. A demon can beat a group of reporters. Suddenly seeing such a swarm of media rushing up to carry cameras and microphones to slap him in the face, he couldn't help but scream. Three steps back.
The security guard at the venue reacted and rushed up to protect Zhai Liangjun.
Mr. Zhai was stunned for a while, and when he saw that the wall of his bodyguards and security guards at the venue was about to collapse, his face became stern and his brows furrowed.
The fox spirit usually looks cowardly in front of Pixiu and Huapi, but he is also a big monster in essence.
After cultivating for so many years, the expression on his face shocked a group of ordinary people.
Zhai Liangjun looked at these media and carefully recalled whether he had done anything worthy of being picked up recently.
Was his pursuit of Huang Yining exposed, or was the photo of him eating with Huang Yining taken
While thinking about it, Mr. Zhai walked in front of the media, still wondering if he should just admit it and make it public.
But after thinking about it, he felt that it was no good. He hadn't caught up with anyone yet, and the relationship was uncertain, which was inappropriate.
Mr. Zhai stood in front of the media with a grim face, frowning to indicate that the media in front of him could speak.
The media circled neatly in an arc.
Zhai Liangjun straightened his body and showed himself in front of the camera in all directions without any blind spots.
The reporters looked at each other, and in the end, professionalism overcame the inexplicable fear just now.
"Teacher Zhai, is this afternoon's news a new means of propaganda?"
With a person to start, immediately problems come one after another.
"May I ask Mr. Zhai, is that cloud of your portrait related to your new play?"
"Excuse me, Mr. Zhai, how did that portrait cloud do it!"
"Teacher Zhai, what do you think of the superstitions about you on the Internet?"
"May I ask Mr. Zhai..."
These questions caught Zhai Liangjun off guard.
He went from a serious face to a face full of question marks to a face full of blankness and confusion.
"What?" he asked. "What news? What portrait cloud? What superstition?"
Zhai Liangjun's manager walked out of the venue wiped his sweat, and his expression changed when he saw such a grand occasion.
He hurried over and handed the phone to Zhai Liangjun.
The news is on the phone.
Zhai Liangjun glanced at it, and became even more at a loss.
If this were put before, he must have felt that some monster was trolling him.
But now that human social science is so advanced, it is not difficult at all to create clouds.
"Maybe it's because I am so handsome that I startled God." Mr. Zhai said casually.
Media: "… "
Zhai Liangjun felt that after thinking about it, he felt that he had not offended anyone recently.
He has been busy with his own company and new dramas on the human side every day recently. By the way, he has to run various activities, and he has to help with art documentaries. He has to make time for a date and dinner with Huang Yining.
He is too busy to turn into a spinning top, how can he still have time to offend any monster.
Mr. Zhai thought hard, and finally shook his head in the face of the media's camera, and said uncertainly: "Fans should help?"
The media is not satisfied with this answer.
- They all know that Zhai Liangjun has a lot of local tyrants and thieves. It is not unusual for such a big event to happen.
They also want to dig something else out.
For example, Zhai Liangjun's attitude towards this kind of thing, whether he is happy or not, etc.
With Zhai Liangjun's attitude, they can interpret countless connotations.
But Zhai Liangjun ignored them. After answering, he simply turned back to the venue and found another exit to leave.
And Gu Bai, who caused all this, was ignorant of the news from outside because his mobile phone had long been out of power.
Anyway, Mr. Si said that after painting with the cloud as the canvas, stop guiding the spiritual energy, and the cloud will be slowly blown away.
Gu Bai was drawing with great confidence.
Si Yiming asked him why he painted Zhai Liangjun.
There was a bit of unhappiness in the words.
Gu Bai answered in this way.
He said, "Because Mr. Zhai is good-looking and eye-catching."
After saying this, before Si Yiming said a word, Gu Bai felt guilty.
He tilted his head slightly, trying to unobtrusively look at Si Yiming from the corner of his eye.
Si Yiming felt that these words were vaguely familiar.
After recalling it carefully, he looked at Gu Bai in surprise, and then looked at him with a half-smile.
Mr. Si looked at Gu Bai, who thought he was well-covered, but actually didn't cover it at all. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and hugged the person directly into his arms, rubbing hard a few times.
Mr. Si buried his head and sniffed between Gu Bai's neck and said with a smile, "It's so sour."
Gu Bai was stunned when he heard the words, lowered his head and sniffed his body, but didn't smell anything wrong.
how stupid.
Si Yiming looked at his actions and couldn't help laughing.
Before Gu Bai could react, he stretched out his hand and pushed Si Yiming: "What are you laughing at?"
Mr. Si hugged Renquan tightly, and replied, "The jar of vinegar."
Gu Bai finally came to his senses, a clear blush appeared on his face, with a little bit of annoyance that was rarely seen.
"I… "
He wanted to refute angrily, and then found that he had no way to refute.
Realizing that Mr. Si was right, Gu Bai hummed, and finally turned his head and said, "I'm going to continue painting."
Si Yiming put the person back on the bed: "Don't draw Zhai Liangjun."
Gu Bai nodded with a blushing face, and said in a low voice, "I draw a blue dragon."
Si Yiming thought about it and thought it was feasible.
When Gu Bai is proficient, he can draw a picture for Canglong directly with the technique of painting mountains and rivers, and then let Canglong handle it himself, there will definitely be no problem.
Thinking of it this way, his Pixiu and White Tiger Xuanwu seem to be at a disadvantage.
After all, Gu Bai had no specific concept of Linghua at that time.
But there's nothing wrong with it, Si Yiming thought, at best, the two paintings of Suzaku and Canglong will last longer than them.
Compared with this small injustice, Mr. Si is even more happy that he has witnessed Gu Bai's growth.
Mr. Si held his cheeks, and when he looked at the painting, he immediately became addicted to it and looked up at Gu Bai, who was waving his pen in earnest, with a slight smile on his face.
More than ten days have passed.
Canglong rushed over to find them, and told them to keep a low profile, and to break up the clouds again after painting.
It is said that the news of Huaguo is one after another recently, because there are often vivid dragon-shaped clouds floating over the Huaguo.
The news and the human race are about to explode.
And the upper echelons of human beings are devastated, and they can't contact Si Yiming, who is responsible for connecting with them on the monster side.
Because Si Yiming's phone was out of power.
Humans really like to make a fuss.
Si Yiming was a little unhappy, but he also knew that this was his inescapable responsibility and he had to go back.
There is no other requirement, but it must be explained to the human side.
After all, the human being in charge of the docking has already lost a lot of baldness.
"I'll take you to the Penglai Mirage," Mr. Si said.
Gu Bai felt that this was mainly his fault, so he nodded very obediently.
"If you want to come out to practice, just grab the jade rabbit and take you out, but it's better to be the blue dragon." Mr. Si said worriedly, "If you are in danger, throw the things you are given in the hand rope directly at those monsters and kill them. It's mine."
This is not the same as leaving Gu Bai in the human world. Humans are so weak to monsters that they can cool off with a wave of their hands.
But those monsters were different.
Besides, all the monsters come and go here.
Mr. Si pursed his lips, left the cloud bed to Gu Bai, and said, "I'll be back as soon as possible."
Gu Bai still nodded obediently and watched Si Yiming leave Mirage.
And Canglong, a very busy man, also followed Si Yiming's front and back after leaving.
Rabbit spirits are busy with a new round of reclamation, much busier than harvesting, including Jade Rabbit.
There was no one around the main hall. Gu Bai raised his hand and patted his face. He dug out the experience he had collected over the past ten days from the hand rope, and then sat down in the open space in front of the main hall.
Painting mountains and rivers in ink is not a particularly good painting.
Even if there is a specific sight target, it is not easy to draw.
In particular, the feeling of writing down different clouds is completely different - Si Yiming and Gu Bai were swaying in the sea, witnessing the weather that the ocean changes.
Thick thunderstorm clouds feel different from ordinary clouds on a sunny day.
Clouds feel different in different weather and different time periods.
Gu Bai felt that when the time comes to draw a mirage, the air environment in different places will probably affect the next stroke.
And now, he's ready to try it directly in the mirage.
Mr. Si said before that he used his own aura to paint in the mirage.
Gu Bai, who hadn't slept much in the past ten days, has gradually become proficient in the use of his spiritual energy, so that he can draw directly with spiritual energy, and he can really do it.
- Of course, why try it in the mirage is because even if you accidentally blow up three hills with a stroke of the pen as Mr. Si said, you don't need to be responsible.
Because it will recover naturally after more than 20 days.
Gu Bai took out the paintbrush he brought from Bai Ze's house, took a deep breath, looked at the void in front of him, and started to try.
Jade Rabbit took a group of little rabbits to reclaim the land as usual today, cut down a few trees and returned to set up the market again.
Oh, and the place where the bisque and other by-products are made has to be rebuilt as well.
Jade Rabbit is very proficient with this set of procedures. There is no specific concept of time for the rise and fall of the sun in the mirage, so a big cycle is a whole day for the rabbits in the mirage.
They have to do this every day, as normal as humans have to eat every day.
Jade Rabbit took the little rabbits to chop down the trees, and when he was carrying the wood through the group of his own palaces and was about to go to the market, he saw the tragic situation at the entrance of his own main hall.
A lot of holes were blown out on the marble-paved floor at the entrance, and there were rubble everywhere.
This picture looks as if the mirage has been attacked!
Yutu was taken aback, now that Canglong is not there, neither is Pixiu, so he can only rely on himself!
"How dare you!"
Jade Rabbit took a deep breath, and immediately threw off the wood he was carrying on his shoulders. He rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards the main hall.
The little rabbits who were left behind by him, look at me, I look at you, and then cheer each other up with milky voices, imitating their boss's posture, throw the wood on the ground, and lift up the sleeves to reveal the straps. With a little baby fat on his arms, he rushed out with his short legs.
Gu Bai heard the sound of something heavy being dropped not far away. He raised his head blankly, and saw Yutu with a group of little rabbit spirits, rushing in one by one, and then He smashed through the fragile outline he had finally drawn.
Gu Bai opened his mouth: "...Ah."
crashed.
But it doesn't matter, Gu Bai thought happily, if he can draw successfully once, he can have a second time.
Yutu felt as if he had passed through something, but he didn't care about it in a hurry.
At a glance, he saw Gu Bai sitting in the middle of the mess, and his heart tightened.
He rushed over even more hurriedly: "Gu Bai, are you alright?! Aren't you injured? Did someone break in? I, I, I, I will contact Canglong!"
Gu Bai was stunned for a while, and quickly grabbed the jade rabbit: "It's okay, I was just painting."
Yutu froze for a moment: "Huh?"
"You want a new house, so you're trying to draw it."
Gu Bai said, and pointed to the direction where the little rabbits were running. There were a few thin lines in the air that were struggling to support it, and it could be vaguely seen that it was probably the shape of a roof.
And the little bunny who was the first to rush over saw the lines that swayed gently with the wind at a glance.
His complexion changed greatly, he jumped three feet high, grabbed the thin lines, stepped on the bottom of his feet, and jumped twice, after stepping on the lines, he breathed a sigh of relief, da da da He ran over and looked at Gu Bai and Yutu with a proud face.
"Jade Rabbit Yutu, I've wiped out the bad guys, it's amazing!"
Gu Bai looked at the little rabbit and couldn't help laughing, exclaiming, "Amazing!"
Yutu didn't speak. He felt a headache when he thought that there were so many rabbits in the clan that he was about to dig holes in the wild.
And when I thought about the lines that he had just smashed, it might have been the dormitory of the little rabbits, and I felt suffocated.
I hate!
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