Ye Zijin loves to draw. When he is inspired, he will stop no matter how important the work he is doing, sit down in front of the drawing board immediately, pick up the brush and start his own creation.
Xiao Mo took a look at Ye Zijin's painting and recognized it as the one displayed at the last art exhibition. Could it be that Ye Zijin was Zhang Youhua's grandson.
Xiao Mo smiled. If this is really the case, then this world is too small.
Ye Zijin looked at Xiao Mo looking at a painting in a daze and said, "Why are you so stunned? Have you seen this painting before?" Ye Zijin said with a smile.
Xiao Mo looked at Ye Zijin's elegant smile and told him about his origins with him with a smile.
Ye Zijin already had a great affection for Xiao Mo, and Xiao Mo was the one who saved his grandmother, so his favorability towards Xiao Mo just kept rising.
Xiao Mo felt indescribably happy when he heard Ye Zijin's favorable impression. He was like a puppy being praised by its owner, with its tail raised to the sky.
Xiao Mo felt a pure spiritual energy flowing in her spiritual veins, like a baby falling into her mother's arms. She was so comfortable that she wanted to take a deep sleep.
Why is it that Ye Zijin's favorability level is increased and the spiritual energy converted into it is particularly pure and full of spiritual energy, while the rest of the people's spiritual energy can't even compare to the thighs of ants.
"Nuomi Tuan, are you hiding something from me?" Xiao Mo narrowed his eyes dangerously and pursed the corners of his mouth.
Nuomi Tuan pretended to be dead. I didn't hear anything. Was anyone talking just now
"Don't pretend to be dead for me, or else haha" Xiao Mo sneered, and the whole glutinous rice ball was trembling.
[Daddy, I, Yinjia, was sleeping just now. I didn’t hear what you were saying, Daddy. Daddy]
"Oh~ Really?" Xiao Mo exuded a dangerous aura, as if he was saying that if you dare to say a bad word, you will die, and it will be a very miserable death.
The glutinous rice balls are almost crying [It seems. It seems so.]
"Tell me why Ye Zijin is different from others. Is it because he is the son of destiny, or the reincarnation of a powerful person in the world of cultivation."
Nuomi Tuan didn't dare to say it. It didn't say yes above, so it didn't dare to say such a thing. If it did, it would be destroyed.
[Daddy, daddy, daddy, this matter really cannot be said, otherwise. Otherwise, the main system will send the Yin family directly to be destroyed. Yin, Yin, Yin, don’t want to be destroyed...] As he said it, the glutinous rice balls I really cried, my fox eyes were still filled with tears, and my fox fur was wet. It looked so pitiful.
Xiao Mo: "."
"Since the main system doesn't let you say it, then don't say it." Xiao Mo said understandingly.
When Nuomi Tuan heard Xiao Mo's words, he suspected that he was dreaming. When did Daddy become so considerate? Could it be that he conquered daddy with his looks.
Ying Ying Ying.
"I guess you only need to shake your head and nod. Since I guessed it by myself, the main system cannot think that you leaked the secret. In this way, you don't have to destroy it. I can also know what I want. You Is this good?" Xiao Mo said in a consultative tone, exuding a kind aura, just like the queen in the fairy tale who tempted Snow White to eat the poisoned apple.
But a certain silly Baitian was led into the pit by Xiao Mo before she could react.
(End of chapter)