"Give me all the remaining ones, I'll take the unit to my colleagues to see. Go back early, it's the New Year." Xuan Ji handed out a cigarette, "I said, don't wander on the main road, don't look at the few cars, it won't be blocked these two days, and it's driving fast, which is even more dangerous than usual."

The advertisement sucked his nose, took the cigarette, happily sent the flyer in his hand and ran away.

This college student who may be working part-time during the winter vacation. I don’t know how many jobs I took, and there were advertisements for selling houses in the flyer, children’s cram school, driving school… all kinds of things.

Xuan Ji accidentally scanned an advertisement for a holiday art class, and there was a portrait of a character on the flyer.

For some reason, when he saw the painting, something flashed through his mind: "I always feel like I have forgotten something..."

The light changed, Xuan Ji slowly stepped on the accelerator and couldn't help but glance at the flyer again.

What did he forget?

Sheng Lingyuan put the trembling puppy with his tail back to his own home, went back to clean his hands, put away the witch book, and opened the ragged "Thousand Demons Picture Book".

The original author of the picture book is Dan Li. Over the years, more than half of it was missing. Xuan Ji copied it himself and put it in his left eye and used it with Nirvana Stone to prevent his memory from being washed too clean and becoming a real fool. Although he will supplement it according to his own experience in every life, the supplements are also sporadic species after Chiyuan's silence, which is obviously not enough now.

It's not technically enough, but... it can see how he's been doing over the years.

Sheng Lingyuan looked at Xuan Ji's supplementary notes while repairing the defect page along the residual veins.

The fonts used by Xuan Ji have evolved with the times and their handwriting has also changed.

At the beginning, he wrote rather fluently, his handwriting was like an old man who was about to stop, and he could not hold on to his pen. The supplementary content was concise and concise. If he could write less, he would write less.

After several lifetimes, Xuan Ji was probably used to the Nirvana Stone being broken and repeated, and the words left behind were much calmer.

For a while, I didn't know what he did in the world. My handwriting was so bright that I could see it. There were illustrations behind it. I drew a heart-eating ant he met by chance in the world. It was vivid and the patterns on the ant were outlined quite exquisitely - but the content was written incorrectly, and Sheng Lingyuan corrected it for him.

Since then, Xuan Ji has learned to entertain himself and has become lively between the lines.

The illustrations are gradually increasing, from black and white line drawings to color pictures. According to legend, the world in the eyes of the Winged Clan is different from that of people, and he is born to perceive richer colors. He is extremely talented in this regard. The "Thousand Demons Picture Book" is colorfully drawn by him. The content recorded is no longer limited to "demons". The rare objects, strange stories, and scenery everywhere he encounters... are beginning to be stuffed into it.

"The Thousand Demons Picture Book" was added to "The Travel Notes of the World".

After turning back, he also learned to draw "seal painting".

When the Qian Yao Picture Book is laid on the table, when you twist the pages of the book, exquisite portraits will float on it.

Xuan Ji seems to have visited many historical celebrities - some of them came to watch. Some of them met by chance at the beginning, but many years later they found out that this person had done a major event that affected history, so they couldn't help but take a note.

Among celebrities, there are loyalty and treacherous, good and evil. Next to the lifelike portrait, he excerpted records from different versions of history books, and later recorded his personal feelings when he visited this person, as if one by one...what is that called?

Oh, "Exclusive Interview" notes.

This part does not belong to "monsters", so there is no need to make up for anything. Sheng Lingyuan slowly flips through page by page, and reads with relish.

If this part of the information was seen by the old doctor of Gu Xiuke, it might make people happy. However, this was hand-painted by Xiao Ji. His Majesty decided to take it for himself and did not want to donate it to others to see.

Then he turned to the last page.

The portraits in front are all miniature villains, with extremely realistic details on facial features. If you can travel back to the past and see the real person, you can probably recognize them at a glance. The last page is just a rough outline of the human figure, which should be an unfinished draft.

However, Xuan Ji left a very strong aura. The "draft" even left a thin flame-colored line on his body, which entangled the portraits one by one, tied into knots, but could not be untied.

It reminded Sheng Lingyuan of the "sacred oath" for no reason.

Sheng Lingyuan was stunned for a moment and poked the portrait lightly, but there was no comment on the picture book, and it was empty.

He studied the portrait over and over for a while, and saw a word on the portrait's chest. Before he could see what it was, a flash of lightning suddenly appeared in front of him. A figure as fast as lightning flew in from the window and rolled and crawled away the "Thousand Demons Picture Book".

Xuan Jifei couldn't stop the car, and he rubbed his whole body several meters from the desk. His huge wings swept all the objects on the table to the ground, and a dozen small advertisements in his pocket fell all over the room.

Sheng Lingyuan looked at him in shock as he hit the wall straight on one side, and the entire load-bearing wall was shaken.

"What are you doing?"

"I... I suddenly remembered that I might use it today," Xuan Ji grinned and got up, blushing as if he had just been ravaged. "Repair, have you finished repairing?"

Sheng Lingyuan curled his fingers on the table, without blinking his eyelids: "No..."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Ji immediately put the "Thousand Demons Picture Book" into his temple, as if he was afraid that someone would see something later: "That's good... What a pity! Hahaha, I'll use it first... I'm leaving when I'm late!"

After saying that, he flew to the window as fast as when he came in, picked up Sheng Lingyuan's hand and kissed it, passed through the wall, and jumped off the building and ran away.

The tea stained on the wings shook, leaving a small rainbow in the air.

Sheng Lingyuan picked up the teacup that he slapped onto the carpet, and the black mist ring was at his feet, and he automatically "picked up" the tea water stains and manuscripts, and sorted out the small advertisements that Xuan Ji brought back into a ball, which made the mess clean in a blink of an eye.

Sheng Lingyuan got up and went to the sink to wash cups. When he passed by the dressing mirror, he paused slightly.

A circle of phantoms appeared on the person in the mirror, like countless thin lines of flame color, and then a word slowly floated on his chest.

It turns out...it is written as "Ji".

I will see "Thousand Demons Picture Book" again next time, I'm afraid it will be one page missing.

Fortunately, he started quickly.

Sheng Lingyuan laughed, waved his hand, grabbed the word "力" out of the mirror, and hid it in the palm of his hand.
Chapter completed!