My face was speechless. You said you are a female ghost, and you can just go to seclusion and practice well if you have nothing to do, so what kind of paintings are you drawing?

And you can just draw, but you even have to draw human body sketches.

I also have to draw the kind of black thread that I only feel at one end.

"Human body sketching? No, it's too cold, you can find someone else!" I wrapped my clothes tightly and didn't want Murong Yan to paint.

As a result, Murong Yan immediately showed her tyrannosaurus and slapped her pen on the table: "Damn scumbag, if you want to take it off, why do you do so much nonsense? If you don't take it off, I'll ask someone to help you take it off!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the maids and servants standing next to me surrounded me.

Each of them had no expression on their faces, as if they were waiting for Murong Yan to take out my clothes.

Looking at the group of white paper people around me, I really want to tear them.

But with the support of the other party, I had to admit it and didn't dare to take action.

"Can you not take it off?"

"Pants are OK, clothes are not OK!" Murong Yan said lightly.

But my heart was so cold that I brought you clothes from afar and carried an iron coffin.

As a result, when I got to the place, Murong Yan wanted me to be a model and draw sketches.

It was so cold that day. Didn’t this torture me?

I really feel that Murong Yan is perverted and likes to torture me as fun.

But now I am weak, except for Murong Yan's fierce and powerful nature.

She and her white paper slaves are also eyeing me, and there are many people and powerful people.

If this fight starts, I will definitely suffer a loss and it will not be worth the loss.

Seeing that I was hesitant, Murong Yan said again: "How come you are so tempted, you will draw a sketch and take off your clothes. Is it that difficult? If you don't take it off again, I will really ask them to do it!"

"Really painted?"

"Of course I've really painted it, don't be too lazy!" Murong Yan had already picked up the brush again and signaled me to hurry up.

Grandma Mo, who was standing next to him and smiling, added at this time: "Son-in-law, just listen to the lady! The lady wants to keep you a portrait!"

When I heard this, my heart skipped a beat and my expression changed instantly.

Oh! What does Murong Yan mean? Want to keep my portrait? Could it be that he wants to keep my portrait and think of others when he sees the painting?

I was hesitant just now, but at this moment I immediately raised my chest and felt secretly happy.

He spoke to Murong Yan, "Oh, you didn't say it earlier."

After saying that, I took off my shirt without hesitation, revealing my bare upper body.

Although it was a little cold, I was very excited.

Murong Yan is a little fierce, but I just like her.

He didn't care about the cold, and said to Murong Yan: "I'm ready, how do you want to pose?"

Seeing me like this, Murong Yan smiled slightly, very beautiful: "Just sit right!"

After saying that, Murong Yan asked me to sit on the stone pier not far away. She began to pick up the brush and draw attentively.

Damn it! It was really cold this day.

After a while, I was trembling with cold, all my hair stood up, and I started to sneeze.

I don’t know how long it took, but my body kept shaking, so I said, “Corpsy, corpse girl, okay, is it okay! I’m going to catch a cold if I don’t get better!”

After saying that, I sneeze a few more times.

But Murong Yan curled up a trace of the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, you've caught a cold. Keep it persisting!"

I looked speechless. You all know I have a cold, why don’t you hurry up?

There is no way, who made this my wife?

After holding on for a while, Murong Yan said yes.

I hurriedly put on my clothes, but I felt a lot warmer. But I had already started to have a runny nose, obviously I had a cold.

But at this time, a white paper maid next to her suddenly brought a bowl of hot black liquid.

Grandma Mo took it and said to me: "Son-in-law, please drink this bowl of medicine quickly! When you wake up tomorrow morning, nothing will happen!"

Grandma Mo is better! She was so cold that she hurriedly took the medicine and drank it all in one go.

Murong Yan had already finished drawing the sketch. He looked at it a few times, turned his head and said to me, "Damn scumbag, come and take a look. See how I draw it?"

It took me a long time to move in this night, and I naturally wanted to see what Murong Yan painted me like.

I hurried over and looked at the table.

What a good guy, there was a man with a majestic and firm eyes drawn on the white paper.

It's not someone else, it's my portrait.

It’s true that Murong Yan’s painting skills are pretty good, and he is very familiar with each other.

"How is it? I'm very good at drawing!" Murong Yan spoke again with confidence.

"It's really good. From now on, you will hang my portrait in your house. If you miss me, you can take a look!" I said with a smile.

I wondered if Murong Yan fell in love with me over time? Because he had a strong personality and was not easy to speak to me, he used this method to hint to me?

I was fantasizing in my heart, yes! I felt that there was such a possibility.

As a result, the next moment, Murong Yan rolled his eyes, as if he saw through my thoughts: "What are you thinking about when you are a scumbag! Hurry up, drop a drop of blood in the painting."

"Blood drop?"

"Well, blood drops! I'm talking nonsense, hurry up!" Murong Yan continued to urge.

I was puzzled, but as Murong Yan asked, he used the needle next to him to pierce his finger and dripped a drop of blood on it.

It's strange that the drop of blood just fell into the painting and no blood stains were left.

Instead, it quickly dissipated, as if it had been integrated into the entire painting and absorbed by the portrait inside.

I in the painting seemed to have become more spiritual now, especially those eyes, which were just like the real ones, and felt very strange.

Just as I was stunned, Murong Yan had already picked up my portrait, looking very happy.

Then he walked straight to the iron coffin he had carried over before.

I was wondering what Murong Yan was going to do.

As a result, the next second, she actually put my portrait directly on the lid of the coffin.

"Sister Corpse, why are you sticking my portrait on this?" I looked suspicious.

"It's a coffin!" Murong Yan looked serious.

As soon as these words were spoken, the face changed with a "swish". My heart felt hot and I almost died of anger.

After a long time, you took my portrait and didn't miss someone.

But it is used as an evil-proof talisman? It is used to suppress the coffin?

His face was speechless, and he felt like he was being fooled.

But Murong Yan didn't care about my expression at all, but said to me: "Okay, the first thing is over. Now take my clothes and take a look!"

"My painting, portrait..." I thought about getting back the portrait. If outsiders knew about it, how embarrassing would it be to my wife take my portrait to the coffin?
Chapter completed!