Demon Protection Association

鸟 This bird eats as much as Lu Yuan's black cat. There is too little nutrition for ordinary things.

The black cat goes to Grizzly Daisen to eat rice every day, and this bird eats three big boxes of Dove chocolates directly under Lu Yuan's gaze.

I finally ate all the chocolate residue on her beak and she sat sat on the ground and took a nap.

"Thank you, Mr. Shu, I haven't eaten such delicious food for many years."

意识到 She realized that she was in a bad state, and quickly stood up and gave a present as a bird.

"It's time to talk about business?"

Kushiro moved a table and chair to sit down in front of the bird, and the black cat jumped to the table.

虽然 Although she was startled ... but her loyalty to her young master still kept her on the table.

"First of all, do you remember what you usually survive by eating?"

Kushiro looked at the news from Shiyi Yimei on WeChat, and the amnesia of the painted corpse bird seemed to have reached a very serious level.

Except for her own goal to find the young master, and some memories and knowledge of her personality, she doesn't remember anything else.

思考 She thought for a while and shook her head helplessly, saying that she did not remember what she lived on.

"I'm afraid it's a dead spirit." The black cat looked at the fat cat and said, "Only in this spring and dragon veins can death be supplied to her. Painted corpse birds have the ability to swallow nightmares. Used to block your own memory. "

"Block your own memory ... Is memory really affected?" Lu Yuan also felt that the bird was strange.

She reasonably stayed in the dragon veins full of dead spirits for so long, her character should not be so weak and afraid, and it is estimated that she has become a fierce piranha.

"Do you mind if I spy on your spiritual knowledge?" Lu Yuan asked.

"Lord Tree ... please." She tightened her wings like she was tightening her shirt, but still raised her head to Lu Yuan.

Kushiro reached out and put her finger on her furry head.

It is also the first time that Lu Ling ’s spying on Lu Yuan is also an application of Qinglian ’s mind

的 The spiritual knowledge of this painted corpse bird is the same as the current situation of the Lingquan dragon veins, which are all shrouded in darkness, only the core of its spiritual knowledge is faint.

Kushiro tried to introduce Xuanyang's real person's aura to dispel her spiritual knowledge.

But when her body trembled a little, Lu Yuan realized that she hurt her and quickly withdrew the aura of Xuanyang's real person.

I would like to use her own spirit to dispel those spirits in her spiritual knowledge.

These decent monks, especially the real person of Xuanyang, will burn her spiritual knowledge directly.

"Go straight into the process of helping you collect Reiki." Lu Yuan didn't want to ask her more questions about what she had suffered and how hard she survived these years.

And now Lu Yuan should start his own job.

That is to help this little fat 啾 return to society.

"Tell me first ... how do you cultivate vitality?" Lu Yuan asked.

"Collecting vitality?" She was stumped by the problem of Lu Yuan, but she soon wanted to understand "Sir Lord, Xier Xiu is my family's" Youhui eat dream decision ", as you mean If it ’s the kind of incense, what I can swallow is not only human nightmares, but also human resentment and anger can be turned into my aura. "

"Resentment and anger, this sounds interesting."

Kushiro thought about what the fat man could do to collect the resentment and anger, so he hurriedly asked again ...

"Do you have any other specialties? They are either spiritual or daily."

Kushiro far just felt that her cultivation was not bad when she peeped at her spiritual knowledge. After all, she is a beloved bird of the Lord of the Heavenly Palace, and her personality has not been able to surrender to ordinary human monks.

I insist that the realm may be slightly worse than the Mahayana period?

In short, the road can be sure that this bird can also become a girl!

"Extraordinary, I'm able to fly thousands of miles without slackening, and I have the bloodlines that can move in the painting, but I can say the specialties of life." She thought for a little while, engraved in the depth of her memory as important as the master of the palace Memory emerged.

"啾 儿 knows how to draw! My younger mother taught her to draw, which is also very useful for her practice, but I don't know if this useless technique can come in handy."

"How can you say it is useless, what is your style and style? Can you show it to me?"

Kushiro heard that this bird's speciality instantly had a lot of ideas, but the bird's wings could not reasonably pick up the pen? Can it be painted with a bird's beak?

"This ... I do n’t know if His Excellency has a picture scroll that can be entered by one person. The child needs to rely on this as his medium, otherwise it will take a lot of aura." She looked at Lu Yuan's sparkling eyes and advised. Say.

"Picture? You wait ..."

Kushiro returned to the Pingshu of the Century Mansion and took in the picture of the lady hanging in the bedroom that Brother Ningqing had seen before.

仕 The portrait of this lady is very large, with a length and width of about one meter and three meters. I don't know why the owner of the bedroom bought the painting.

"Is this okay?" Lu Yuan put the picture of the lady in front of her, and at the same time disassembled the glass surface of the hanging painting.

虽 "Although it is not a fairy painting, if you spend a little time, it should be usable. Please wait a moment, please."

啾 This fat man said that he made a high-altitude diving posture and jumped directly into the painting, and the surface of the painting even caused a little ripple.

Kushiro felt that her aura was rapidly depleting.

Thirty-three rays have been consumed after half an hour, and then the loss of Reiki stops.

Judging from Lu Yuan's previous perception of her, all the auras in this fat corpse are only about 400 strands.

Kushiro stared closely at the surface of that lady's picture, a furry head popped up first, and then a pair of wine-red eyes looked up at Lu Yuan.

She also has obvious ear feathers on both sides of her silver long hair, but looking at her face is no different from humans.

This is the incarnation of monsters?

啾 This fat man is similar to Lu Yuan's imagination, and belongs to that kind of petite and cute girl.

"Lord Tree ... laughed." She said with a bit of a shy burial in her face.

"It's pretty, is that ... Jin Yu Daxian, can you change too?" Lu Yuan pointed to the fat cat who had become a human in the painting and asked his black cat.

The expression on the face of the black cat seems to be ‘Change you’.

"Her cultivation is still shallow, and she has a great variety of bloodlines. Her energy consumption is not much. I am an adult more than a hundred times her consumption. If you want to see it like this, wait until I have accumulated enough energy."

The black cat behaved very calmly, and she was very confident in her appearance as a person. Recently, this cat has learned to cheat by collecting nimbus through meals. Although there are not many, three meals a day are about ten strands.

"Fine…"

Kushiro far did not force his black cat to transform, and focused his attention on the fat man who had become an adult.

"Thank you for showing your painter first." Lu Yuan found a lot of pens and blank paper.

Lu Yuan used his own pens, from ballpoint pens to pencils for painting, to oil paints, to crayons and colored pencils.

Although Kushiro hasn't gone to class for a long time, no matter how much he is a student studying design, the most basic art skills still have a long way to go ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Are these all things of this age? "

Min Er reached out and rolled the pencil on the table. Her upper body had all leaked out, and the clothes on her body could see some styles in the overcast sky.

Her lower body is still in the painting. It seems that she should not be able to leave the painting during the transformation.

"Yes, you can draw it to know." Lu Yuan passed her a sharpened pencil.

After researching how to hold the pencil for a while, she started drawing on white paper.

At first she was still a bit uncomfortable, but gradually adapted to it later, so the hand-drawn movement began to speed up.

"Is it an illusion? How do I feel the lines on those paintings are moving?" Lu Yuan stared at the movement drawn by this fat pan, and the lines she drew were floating like living things.

"The method of fairy painting, this bird demon's accomplishment in painting is really good." The black cat looked at the painting that was constructed in less than five minutes, and also had some praise.

"How did you draw the ink and wash style with a pencil?"

Kushiro looks at the shape of the final painting. This fat man is painting Lu Yuan, or the tree lord wearing a mask.

The charm of shadow and composition is still ... the style of ink painting.

"Doesn't Lord Shu please?" She asked in fear.

"No, the problem is not this, do you still have other styles?" Lu Yuan should be lamented at this time ... The output of this fat bun is really too high.

In 25 minutes, a high-quality finished product may be a thing that a lot of painters dare not think about.

"Other style?"

"That's it." Lu Yuan took out his cell phone and found a bunch of comics to show her.