Chapter 1367 Xuemo, Are You True or False to Me?

Countless yellowed pictures flashed past, but they scattered like meteors when touched, and no trace could be found.

A gleam of pain flashed across Shen Jiuli's icy blue eyes.

He slowly touched a word on the jade lock, tracing it over and over again...

Xuemo...

At this moment, he understood better that he definitely did not take her as his apprentice ten years ago, otherwise he would not have allowed her to hang this kind of lock here, and even set up an enchantment to protect her...

Ning Xuemo, are you still Xueyimo? Do you really like me when you approach me this time? Or do you still want to get something here?

When he came back from amnesia, her excitement when she saw him again did not seem to be fake, and her actions as if she liked him did not seem to be fake.

But... in her previous life, when she was close to him, she was also so romantic. When she was by his side, she was also full of joy, and she seemed to like him to the extreme. But she turned around and gave him a sword, and took his heart and blood to save another man...

Ning Xuemo, are you true or false to me this time?

Shen Jiuli felt that she was crazy!

Reason told him to turn his back on the shore, but he couldn't let go of his emotions, so he didn't know what he was going to do just following her...

However, since you are here, let's follow first!

He has always done whatever he wants, and he will do whatever he wants.

There are very few opportunities to wrong yourself and force yourself.

So this time he didn't want to force it, he just followed if he wanted to...

Follow along first, then slowly analyze your thoughts, analyze her...

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After Ning Xuemo returned to the small building, her heart had returned to a calm and calm state.

She looked out of the window. After the drizzle, all things sprouted. Nearby flowers bloomed layer by layer, and green grass was lingering. In the distance, green hills stretched and white clouds floated.

She sat down and painted quietly. The painting is exactly the scenery at this time.

As the sky darkened, Ning Xuemo lit a lamp and boiled oil, taking advantage of the opportunity to draw an impressionistic scene...

On the head of willow branches on the moon, people make an appointment after dusk.

Shen Jiuli sat on the tree, looked at the light in the small building not far away, and looked at the woman in red who was painting under the light...

Looking at her peaceful and beautiful face, watching the scenes she drew take shape little by little...

He conjured a jade gourd out of nowhere, raised his head and took a sip of wine.

Ning Xuemo suddenly raised her head and glanced here.

Shen Jiuli froze, did she see him coming? Impossible, he is already invisible.

Ning Xuemo just glanced here, then continued to draw with her head down.

Under her brush, a big tree with luxuriant branches is slowly taking shape...

I just came here to draw trees...

Shen Jiuli couldn't tell whether he was lucky or disappointed.

But the strange thing is that the big tree used as a model is obviously vigorous like spring, with green leaves like emerald green, but what she draws is that the branches are full of leaves that are about to wither and yellow, bleak in the breeze, and at any time It'll all look like it's falling.

Shen Jiuli himself is a saint of painting. No one in this world understands painters better than him. The things painted by ordinary painters reflect the mentality of the painters at that time.

Is she in such a bleak state of mind now?

When he glanced at the painting, he could feel a desolate silence rushing towards his face.

The big tree seemed to be trying its best to cheer itself up, insisting on not letting the leaves fall, but it couldn't withstand the strong autumn wind...

Ning Xuemo didn't know why, she looked at the big tree in the brush and flickered slightly, was she in a freehand style?