Be a Cartoonist In the Fairy World

　　 "Huh? Huh!" Xiaojin had food in his mouth, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

"How old is it, don't you even know how to eat?" Du Ziyuan stretched out her hand to pull out all the strands of hair she had eaten in her mouth to tidy up, and then wiped off the rice grains on her face with his hand. The only way to do this is to use a towel in his house, which wipes some special parts, and it is impossible to use it to wipe the girl's face.

　　 Xiaojin chewed a few bites and swallowed it with a smirk: "It's so delicious."

"You are used to eating the delicacies of mountains and seas, and occasionally eat some home-cooked dishes to find them delicious." For some reasons, Du Ziyuan grew up eating neighbors' food. He didn't think these dishes were so delicious. That's it. It's not something that can shine, surf, or erupt from a volcano. Xiao Jin will like it entirely because of the freshness.

　　 "It's really delicious."

　　 "It's alright, let's eat yours." Du Ziyuan picked up the bowl and chopsticks and swept it in her mouth like she was rushing garbage. Xiao Jin is worthy of being a dragon, with a mouth wide open like a rubber man, and he catches all the food.

　　 Du Ziyuan, who had finished feeding, began to eat his own food. Straight men always eat fast, and he finished eating within a few minutes. After he was full, he planned to go for a walk, and walked outside to find that Xiao Jin had really washed his clothes and they were all dried.

　　 He checked one by one and found that the washing was really clean, and it also had a light fragrance. Du Ziyuan didn't remember that his saponaria powder had such a strong decontamination effect, so he asked Xiaojin: "What do you use to wash it and why is it so clean? It's quite fragrant."

　　 At this time, the numbness of his hands and feet has alleviated a lot, and Xiao Jin, who is already able to walk, said to him with an expression of "praise me": "Hey, I wash it with ambergris, it smells good."

　　 "It turned out to be Dragon's mouth, huh?! Dragon's mouth!" Du Ziyuan suddenly reacted, "Isn't Dragon's mouth water!"

　　 "Yes," Xiao Jin nodded naturally with a face, "I put this clothes in my mouth and chew it twice and it will be clean."

　　 Du Ziyuan suddenly looked unlovable, which made him wear these clothes in the future. When the time comes, the smell of her saliva will be full of her nose. Even if it smells good, the psychological impact is still great.

He felt more and more that he had taken a maid at a loss, and even when his brain was wide open, he also made up for the plot that Xiaojin was actually discarded by the entire dragon clan, or else no dragon clan has come for so long after she failed to cross the catastrophe. Looking for her? He didn't believe that she had no props for communication.

　　 Thinking about it, he suddenly felt that Xiaojin was quite pitiful, that his father and his mother did not love (brain supplement), and she was still mentally retarded. Look at her stupid looking at hermit crabs on the ground.

　　 "Forget it, just treat it as adopting a handicapped person to contribute to society... I rely on! What are you doing! Hurry up and spit out that hermit crab!"

　　 "Bah! It's terrible."

　　"..."

　　 Du Ziyuan, who felt that his eyes were not clear, went into the studio again after digesting the dinner, but Xiao Jin obediently did not bother him.

　　 After an all-nighter, Du Ziyuan once again completed a 12-page painting, which is definitely the same speed as the painting.

　　 Feeling a bit sleepy, he walked out of the studio and found that Xiao Jin was lying on his back on his bed at this time, completely unprepared. Due to the ugly sleeping face, the two big **** on her chest were exposed one third.

　　 "This must have an F, alas, it's a pity that he is mentally retarded." Du Ziyuan shook his head, pulled a blanket and fell asleep on the floor.

　　 He cannot enter the studio to sleep. After entering, he will not be affected by danger, and the studio's self-defense system will not be triggered.

　　...

　　 Just when Du Ziyuan was asleep, in a house dozens of miles away from him, Pei Mingyang was taking his guard, the fifth child, to a closed room.

　　 "My son, it's been a day, do you want to wait any longer?" The old fifth stood behind Pei Mingyang, his tone already showing a trace of impatience.

　　 Pei Mingyang smiled and said, "Don't worry, do you and I see few strange-tempered people these years?"

　　 "That's true," Old Wu nodded, then looked at the door, "I hope he has the talent to be worthy of this temper."

　　 was talking, the door of the room that had been closed was suddenly opened, and a young man with ink on his face and hair messed up like a chicken coop with several writing brushes walked out of the house with a vigorous spirit. He also held a thick stack of manuscript paper in his hand.

　　 Although others are sloppy, the stack of manuscript paper is unusually neat and tidy. "Look!" The young man directly raised the manuscript to Pei Mingyang.

　　 The latter took it with both hands, and without looking for a place to sit down, he read silently on the spot.

　　 One page, two pages...

　　 After reading the thick 50 pages of manuscript paper, Pei Mingyang couldn't help but read it again from the beginning. Repeated this way, until the fifth time he didn't stop. He carefully sorted out the manuscript paper, and then looked at the boy.

　　 The latter said nothing, but a pair of panda eyes were full of confidence.

Pei Mingyang sighed: "Mr. Yiye, UU reading www.uukanshu.com has to say, I was impressed by your story. Now, on behalf of Tiangangzong, I officially invite you to come to our "Tiangang Zhi" serialization. Novel!"

　　 Tiangangzong, as the largest entertainment giant in Aolan Country, naturally has more than one book under its name, and it targets different user groups. But to say that the most widely sold, it is undoubtedly the earliest publication of "Tiangang Zhi", it can be called the national book of Aolan country, it can be said that no one who reads novels in Aolan country does not know " "Tian Gang Zhi".

　　 Being able to serialize novels on "Tian Gang Zhi", this can be said to be the highest glory of a novelist in Aolan Country. This is an opportunity that many people ask grandpa to tell grandma, and struggle for a lifetime. The youngest five had seen too many authors cheering for the opportunity to serialize, but the young man in front of him seemed a little different.

　　 "Serialization," he said absently, scratching his shaggy hairstyle, "Okay, but you have to promise me one thing."

　　 "What's the matter?" If someone else said this, Pei Mingyang might not care about it, but the young man in front of him has enough talent, so he also has enough patience.

　　 "Hmm...I didn't expect it yet," the boy pulled his pants, adjusted his egg, and said casually, "I think I can talk to you again?"

　　 "It's okay." Pei Mingyang still agreed.

　　 This made Lao Wu look at the boy a few more times. It seemed that his talent was really extraordinary.

　　 "So, when can we leave?" the boy asked again. Pei Mingyang had previously promised to let him settle in the Imperial City of Aolan Nation. He and an old housekeeper are the only ones in his house, and there are not many things. If you want to move, you can leave at any time.

　　 "No hurry, I have another place to go..."