Chapter 315 Do You Like Him?

His palm was as cold as ice, and Ning Xuemo shivered from the cold. He frowned and was about to withdraw, but the other party had already withdrawn his hand before her, and wiped it with the snow-white silk handkerchief next to her.

Ning Xuemo: "..." She didn't make a sound, she slowly took out a silk handkerchief from her arms and wiped the back of the hand he touched.

Han Shanyue glanced at her and said nothing else. Start painting.

His tone was indifferent, and he answered Ning Xuemo's previous question: "If you can get the best, why do you need the flawed one? This seat has never tolerated any flaws."

This guy is clearly a perfectionist.

Ning Xuemo looked at his robe that was not stained with fine dust, and then looked at his hand with brush and painting.

His fingers are clean and slender, with well-defined joints, white as jade carvings, the wolf in his hand runs smoothly, rocks, trees, lake water...

Ning Xuemo suddenly held her breath, she was also familiar with this scene, it was the scene she saw in the illusion!

That leaf like the palm of your hand, that vast lake with sparkling waves...

Ning Xuemo was in a trance, as if walking into the illusion of the ninth peak again...

The green leaf stage, the little ginseng doll meditating on the stage... Every scene flashes in my mind like a movie...

The two painting boys standing beside him suddenly noticed that something was wrong with Ning Xuemo!

She stared straight at the drawing paper, while Han Shanyue was flying like a brush, and scenes of scenery jumped like flying under his pen...

What's even more bizarre is that the scenery on the painting flashes and disappears quickly...

Huh? Is there something wrong with this ink?

The two painting boys opened their eyes wide and were about to speak when Han Shanyue suddenly glanced at them lightly. As soon as the two of them lost their minds, the whole person became a little dizzy. …

Ning Xuemo's eyes seemed to be addicted and drunk as he followed his brush. The past events about Jiufeng in his mind were like paintings written by Han Shanyue, and scenes began to disappear...

Ji Yunhuang stood at the door and watched from a distance. At the beginning, he was fully alert, lest Han Shanyue would do anything to Ning Xuemo.

Later, seeing that Ning Xuemo was only assigned the task of grinding ink, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He also knew how to draw, and was very curious about what Master Han Shanyue had drawn.

He really wanted to go up and take a look, but he was afraid of offending the painter again...

He stood there and kept paying attention to Ning Xuemo's movements. Seeing her standing beside Han Shanyue with her eyes fixed on the drawing paper, she was fascinated, and he was even more itchy.

Finally, Han Shanyue stopped the pen and threw the wolf in his hand into the pen holder: "Okay!"

Ning Xuemo's body trembled, like waking up from a dream. Her feet seemed to be numb, and her body shook violently!

"Be careful!" Ji Yunhuang subconsciously rushed over, trying to help her. .

Unexpectedly, he didn't know what he stepped on, his toes hurt, his legs were numb, he almost fell on the spot, and he hurriedly held on to the railing next to him.

When he stood firm and looked at Ning Xuemo again, he found that Han Shanyue had half an arm around her and put her on a chair next to her.

Ji Yunhuang: "..." Is he dazzled?

The painting Saint Han Shanyue, who is usually difficult to approach by gods and ghosts, actually supports a girl with her own hands?

However, seeing that he supported him in an upright manner, and Ning Xuemo almost fell, Ji Yunhuang didn't say much.

The numbness in his legs has disappeared, he walked to Ning Xuemo a few steps, and looked at her face: "Xuemo, are you alright?"