User 110524: I never thought that the name of this copy would be called "Lonely Artist". Lu Ruoyan hated the most that it seemed that her husband did to her was not everything she did to her, but that she lacked a soulmate.

Feng Xiaolan: I saw the part where Lu Ruoyan met the male host in the mountains. She sat on the mountain and painted the scenery of her old house. The male host stood behind her and accurately expressed her mood... She thought that person could fill her soul

User 220876: The lonely artist, want to find a soulmate... Damn, I felt empty after watching it

User 111: I wonder if anyone has watched Sun's live broadcast? Lu Ruoyan once wanted to pull Sun into the painting, but her skirt was burned by a fire.

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Zhou Ran: "I don't belong here, you can't keep it."

After Zhou Ran said that, Lu Ruoyan's eyes that had always been strong actually showed a sad feeling. She lowered her head, smoked silently, and then said to herself in a low voice: "Why do you say that one by one?"

Zhou Ran: "Let me out."

Lu Ruoyan was silent for a moment, as if she had made up her mind. When she raised her head, she raised her thin eyebrows and said quietly: "What if I don't let it go?"

Zhou Ran chuckled.

Zhou Ran's laughter fell, and Xiaohua had already floated to the hem of Lu Ruoyan's skirt. The little guy spit out a bright flame and ignited Lu Ruoyan's skirt from the corner of the skirt.

With a loud bang, the fire rushed upwards, but although the fire seemed to be rapid, it was well controlled by Zhou Ran. The flames turned around and burned upwards, slowly climbing to the knee.

Lu Ruoyan looked down at the flames and finally smiled.

She said, "Let's make a deal."

Zhou Ran made a light move back with her hand, and Xiaohua flew back to her shoulders. Lu Ruoyan's long skirt turned into a short skirt, revealing her slender white legs, and her already charming figure added a layer of sexiness.

Zhou Ran: "What deal?"

Lu Ruoyan said: "There is indeed a painting on the door handle. If you enter the painting, I will just let your friends out."

Zhou Ran: "We can go out."

Lu Ruoyan smiled: "I decided on seven days, so of course I can change it at any time." After she said that, she looked shaky and stood in front of the window and raised her arm. The next moment, the heavy rain outside the house doubled, and the rain quickly piled up, and the flood rushed up like a flood, and soon passed the room on the floor.

Zhou Ran didn't expect such a change to happen, and her pupils shrank slightly.

But then, Lu Ruoyan did not stop moving. All the paintings on the first floor were soaked in rain. The paintings in the whole room were alive, making strange and harsh laughs. Zhou Ran identified the sound of dongdong running away from the noisy sound and the cry of Qi Wenxuan fear.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of slapping the door outside the house. Xiang Jiangming shouted Zhou Ran's name and then kicked the door open with a thud.

But Zhou Ran did not see him coming in.

Lu Ruoyan smiled: "I said, I can manipulate the people here. When you came in, I changed the room. We are now on the second floor."

Zhou Ran: "What are you going to do?"

Lu Ruoyan: "I want you to accompany me."

Zhou Ran looked complicated and seemed to be ready to resist, but at this moment, a scream sounded from the top of her head.

That was Xiang Jiangming's voice.

The voice can be said to be very shrill, but only Zhou Ran knew that it was not Xiang Jiangming's voice.

Based on Zhou Ran's understanding of him, Xiang Jiangming would not scream like that at a real dangerous moment. And if Lu Ruoyan can control whether the house is soundproof, she will definitely be able to control something so that Zhou Ran can hear such a sound. So this scream is likely to be faked by Lu Ruoyan to disturb her.

However, Zhou Ran is also best at using tricks with such a personality. After hearing this sound, the expression in her eyes changed rapidly, and then she deliberately showed a panic and anxious look, and her voice trembled: "Okay, keep your word."

Lu Ruoyan: "Accurate."

Zhou Ran turned around, held the door handle with her hand, and pressed it down directly.

After she pressed it down, she immediately raised her hand to show Lu Ruoyan the water stains on her hands, and then she smelled a little anxious: "Okay, you can let him go."

Lu Ruoyan's eyes fell on Zhou Ran's hands, and her eyes were stained with a hint of madness.

She waved her hand and the entire villa disappeared. Only this room was left at the foot of the mountain. Screams, screams, and sharp laughter, as well as the sound of raindrops hitting the windows, Lu Ruoyan lowered her arms and said to Zhou Ran, "Let go."

Zhou Ran immediately looked at Xiaohua and thought to herself: "Have you gone out with a decisive?"

Xiaohua nodded at her.

Seeing Xiaohua nodding, Zhou Ran finally smiled. Her hand raised and fell down, gently shook off the water from her hand.

Lu Ruoyan looked at her and was still immersed in excitement, but she was excited for a second and then found something was wrong.

The painting on the door handle was not activated, but another painting fell out of Zhou Ran's pocket.

The painting is slowly getting bigger, and the painting is her carefree childhood. The little girl in the painting sat on the steps, suddenly raised her head, and then stretched out her hand to Zhou Ran.

"No!" Lu Ruoyan then understood why Zhou Ran held the door handle so simply with her hands.

She thought that girls of this age could not escape the hurdle of love. She thought that using Xiang Jiangming could interfere with Zhou Ran, but she did not expect that it would have no effect at all...

It is true that Zhou Ran is not an impulsive person. If she dares to hold that handle, she must have a trump card in her hand.

Just before agreeing to Lu Ruoyan, Zhou Ran's other hand quietly fell into her pocket. There was no other expression on her face, but her fingertips cut her fingertips without hesitation and stained the blood on the painting in her pocket.

First wet the painting in your pocket, then hold the painting under the door handle.

In order not to let Lu Ruoyan react, the two actions were separated by very, very short time. If Zhou Ran was a little nervous, or if something happened to Xiang Jiangming in front of her, she might have made the order wrong and stayed here forever.

Lu Ruoyan's desperate voice sounded again: "No!" She rushed over and wanted to keep Zhou Ran, but the next second, her skirt was lit with a bang.

The fire was rising, climbing up Lu Ruoyan's equally ostentatious long skirt.

This time, Zhou Ran showed no mercy at all. The fire quickly climbed up and immediately burned to her thighs. Lu Ruoyan showed a panic look and reached out to cover herself. It was this gap that Zhou Ran took a step back and was pulled into the painting by those delicate little hands.

The lights dimly and light up, and all the sounds disappeared.

Zhou Ran took a deep breath and calmed her heart beating violently in her chest. When she opened her eyes again, she found that the surrounding environment had changed.

She left the villa and slowly appeared in front of her eyes, with a pale white light at the end of the passage.

it's over.

Zhou Ran raised her hand and looked at her fingertips. A blood bead rolled out of the wound, and the bright red color was slightly eye-catching.

The barrage popped out quickly before her eyes.

[Xuefei: It burned! It burned in the end!

Luke: I hate, I hate this time when the book was released! It’s obviously about to burn it!

Fei Ge is in the sky: Hahahahahahahaha the real upstairs!]

Zhou Ran looked at it for a while, turned off the barrage, raised her foot and walked towards the passage.

The light changed again, Zhou Ran opened her eyes, she lay on the soft bed, and the sound of pots and pans colliding in her ears.

It was already evening, and Zhou Ran held up and touched her fingers with an inch of warm skin.

Xiang Jiangming lay at her hand, his eyes closed, his chest undulating, and he was breathing quietly.

This is a young man who is particularly favored by God. He has a white light cotton shirt, a smooth short hair, long and curly eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and a particularly beautiful look. His lips are like roses that moisturize dew in the early morning, and his skin is high-quality mutton fat jade.

Zhou Ran moved, giving up the chandelier flower above her head, and the boy's cheeks were stained with a glossy luster under the light.

Yu Mangmang heard the movement and opened the door: "You wake up first!"

Zhou Ran withdrew her gaze and asked Yu Mangmang: "What happened?"

Yu Mangmang was wearing a nightgown, holding a spatula in his hand and gestured: "This kid was crazy when he found something was wrong, and kicked the door open. He rushed in to find you, but found that he could not find anyone, and then he ran to another place."

Zhou Ran: "What's the matter?"

Yu Mangmang scratched his head: "Then I don't know. I was going to go to the room to find a painting to save you, but the downstairs was flooded. I ran and suddenly ran to the entrance of the passage. What's wrong with you two? Are you fatal injuries or are you trapped by something so you are too late to come out?"

Zhou Ran: "I was trapped for a while."

Yu Mangmang: "What about him?"

Zhou Ran: "I don't know."

Yu Mangmang said, "Anyway, he is fine. He will probably wake up in a while. If you don't know, come out to have a meal. I've made some soup. Come and try it?"

Zhou Ran nodded and followed her out.

I'm afraid only Alive knows where Xiang Jiangming went.

Because at this time, Alive was standing at the entrance of the temple full of moldy rain, looking at the back that gave him a headache.

Without outsiders, Alive's movements became more casual. The sharp blade of Jie was inserted obliquely on the ground, and his hand was supported on the hilt of the knife. He looked helplessly at Xiang Jiangming kneeling on the cushion, and was chanting something devoutly.

Alive: "You are wasting my time."

Xiang Jiangming did not speak, and closed his eyes and worshiped him seriously.

Five minutes later, he stood up from the futon, walked to Alive, and smiled at him: "Don't you go and worship?"

Alive: "No."

Xiang Jiangming stretched out his limbs and uttered: "Why are you so angry? It's not what I asked you to come."

Alive: "You entered the painting without authorization. How could I not come when you were in danger of your life?"

Xiang Jiangming was very anxious after kicking the door, but he quickly felt the abnormal movement of the decimal and found that it was Xiaohua who was looking for the decimal to confirm something.

So, Xiang Jiangming pushed the decimal into the darkness, and went downstairs to accurately find the painting Lu Ruoyan pointed to him.

It's the painting of seeking marriage.
To be continued...