I really underestimate this loli.

After rubbing his eyebrows, Bei Mingzhiyao said helplessly: "I did promise you..."

"Yeah!" Gong Muxin spoke faster than her: "So Sister Zhiyao, I want to keep drawing and record all the beautiful pictures of Sister Zhiyao."

Looking at Gong Muxin's firmness and seriousness mixed with nervous golden eyes, Bei Mingzhiyao's speechlessness became even heavier.

She stretched out her hand, and Gong Muxin's face suddenly turned pale, but she did not dodge, so she would be beaten if she was beaten... Who told herself to do something that made Sister Zhi Yao angry?

"Xiao Muxin, you really know how to dig a hole for my sister." Bei Mingzhiyao stroked her cheek: "What will happen if I break my promise?"

"I, I, I..." Gong Mu's heart flashed: "I will continue to abide by the agreement!"

"So stubborn." Bei Mingzhiyao raised his other hand and placed it on her cheek. He looked at her little mouth that was rising hard, and rubbed her face like this, rubbed and rubbed...

Gong Muxin didn't dare to resist, but just held the wedding dress tightly with her hands. Xiao Ruoli, who was beside her, looked at this scene quietly. She knew more than Sister Zhiyao, because Sister Bai Jiao talked a lot with them that night.

Bei Ming Zhiyao let go of Gong Muxin's face, looked at her baby's fat face and bounced it a few times. She asked, "Can you tell me why your paintings are never colored?"

Xiao Ruoli pursed her lips. Hui Zhilanxin's words had already heard the implicit sound of Sister Zhiyao. Then she looked at Gong Muxin, and she was also interested in the answer to this question.

Gong Muxin was still a little tender. Although she didn't understand why Sister Zhiyao asked this question, she still honestly answered the biggest secret that only her parents and her three knew.

"Because I'll survive."

"Let's come alive?" Bei Mingzhiyao chewed these three words, and Xiao Ruoli's eyes were also curious. Can paintings live?

"Since I was a child, I woke up from the inherent magic that I had not even opened before the magic circuit was opened. [The pen and ink have spirit, and use virtualization to transform reality]."

The brush and ink are very smart. When the painting skills are so so sophisticated that gods and demons are difficult to distinguish, spiritual objects will be born from painting, transforming reality and achieving impossible things in the world.

This is the only inherent magic that Nangong Muxin awakened when she was three years old.

Chu Lingwei came over and looked at Gong Muxin with a surprised look—

"You are the magical pen Ma Liang?"
Chapter completed!