After all, Jiuer was discovered, and Xin Yi did not easily deal with Jiuer.

Maybe the drunk Jiuer wanted to ask clearly, or maybe Xin Yi, who was a little guilty, wanted to explain. In short, in this unpleasant atmosphere of conversation, the messy paintings on the table were still seen by Jiuer.

I began to get nervous, and I couldn't care about the sadness and guesses before. My body lying on my side also began to tense, and my soul power was secretly mobilizing my savings.

Once Jiuer turns against each other, I can't just watch calmly like this.

Facing Jiuer's inquiry, Xin Yi was a little panicked and reached out to take the paintings, but Jiuer reached out to block them.

I thought Xin Yi would take the painting back next time, but Jiuer refused, and something unpleasant might happen between them. However, I didn't expect Xin Yi to be stopped by Jiuer, so I simply stopped taking the painting. I just stood quietly and let Jiuer look around.

The room was quiet, and only Jiuer was left flipping the sounds of the paintings. I was breathing. At this time, I didn’t know what direction the matter would develop.

After a while, Jiuer turned these few paintings into pieces. He put down the painting in his hand with a gloomy expression and looked at Xin Yi.

On the contrary, at this time, Xin Yi became much calmer and just looked at Jiuer.

"How many times is this? You always draw such random things? Could it be that I, a living person, can't compare to the people you imagined?" Jiuer seemed to have sobered up a little, and her tone became much calmer, but under this calmness, anger was suppressed. But anyone knows how to vent this kind of anger? The most unforgivable thing about emotions.

And it can be heard from his words that these paintings are not the first time Xin Yi has painted them, and Jiuer has not discovered them for the first time.

When Jiuer's question was questioned, Xin Yi did not answer immediately. Instead, he walked to the table and gently sorted out the paintings that were turned into messy by Jiuer. While tidying up, he spoke: "Brother Jiuer, I did not deliberately regard who is more important than you. I am not a stone heart. You can't feel that you are the best among all people. However, people have feelings, but they feel that this kind of thing cannot be controlled. You don't care more about the things I painted, just like these two men and women in ancient times. I just feel familiar with them and think that there is a very important story in them. I must know. My memories often seem to be about them, but after waking up, I can't think about them. It is because of anxiety that they draw their images, afraid that one day there will be some opportunity to solve this puzzle, and I forgot."

Xin Yi's explanation was very gentle, perhaps because the charm that Tianhu itself has made her words more like a clear spring under the scorching sun, which can better soothe people's hearts.

Jiuer's face calmed down a little.

However, after all, he was a little drunk today, and perhaps he wanted to completely solve some of the questions in his heart. Xin Yi's answer did not completely satisfy him. He reached out and fiddled with the painting that had been packed by Xin Yi for a while, took out a painting and handed it to Xin Yi, and said, "Okay, I can still accept your explanation. After all, what about the sequelae will be after you are injured? Even the elder can't explain it clearly. But what about this person? What about the person you have repeatedly described the most?"

This time, Jiuer's inquiry made Xin Yi silent. She just reached out to get the painting back, but Jiuer took it back and looked at the person on the painting carefully.

Jiuer and Xin Yi both faced me sideways. Through the gap, I could see from a certain angle that the painting depicted me when I was a boy? Although the lines were a little messy, both my eyebrows, eyes and body were vivid. I don’t know what kind of mood Xin Yi painted it. In short, the people in the painting are not only similar in shape, but also my temperament and expression are so vivid.

It seemed like the boy who was a little ignorant of the world, domineering, but also looked at everything with innocence and curiosity.

"Why don't you talk?" It can be seen that Jiuer was trying hard to endure. Helplessly, Xinyi's silence was the most hurtful sword for him. His hands were slightly trembling, hoping that Xinyi would give an answer. Even if it was cruel, it would be better than the silence now. It made people think endlessly in their minds, and the more they think about it, the worse they get.

Looking at Jiuer's appearance, Xin Yi sighed. After all, he still has a deep friendship. Treating him like a brother, I really couldn't bear to hurt him in silence, so I had to speak: "I don't know why I painted him over and over again? But he is like the person who has roots in my heart. Even if it's not a dream, even when I smile or feel sad, there is always an image in my mind. You said I imagined it, but I don't need to imagine his appearance at all. Just like having a deep memory, you know directly what he should be like, how to laugh? How to get angry?"

While speaking, Xin Yi walked to the table, gently stroked a painting with his hand, and continued: "Brother Jiuer, I don't know what's going on? There is such a person in my mind. I also want to know who he is? I imagined or what I really exist. I don't want to let down your affection, and I try my best to believe that we were once a lover. But you also know that if both feelings and feelings can be controlled, you may have transcended this world. I am afraid that only gods can break it. I can't, even if you all say that I am a heavenly fox and can touch and control the emotions in the world, I can't."

"Then, do you like the person in this painting?" Jiuer's voice trembled a little, and her handsome face turned pale. He gently approached Xin Yi.

"Ah?" Xin Yi seemed to look at Jiuer in surprise, shook his head and said, "I don't know what it feels like? I only know that if he really exists, I want to follow him and beside him. I can't say what to do. I feel like I have to follow him. Only by being by his side will I feel at ease and satisfaction."

When I heard this, my heart suddenly shook, and even in such an environment, my eyes began to heat up.

Countless memories flowed towards me, like countless strange looks walking towards me. When I was a child, I was always a little dirty. She had a pair of innocent big eyes. She could clean up by herself if she was older. She was cute but dull when she grew up. She looked like a girl. She was pretty and silent and looked a little dull, and she was cold.

Every memory of her is behind me, and she can see it when she turns back.

Even if it is so unnatural, as long as I turn around, I try my best to smile at me and look at my back. No matter what I am doing, I will stare at her.

Now that I have lost all my memory, can't I forget to follow me behind me?

I covered my mouth, afraid that my breathing would make some noise when I was excited, but I heard Jiuer's tragic voice: "Follow him? A person who can't touch or see, so unreal makes you have this kind of thought? Are you really ignoring me like this? After so long? I am happy for you, my grand young master Jiuer is willing to venture to the ground world to find you a 'small flower'. When I come back, due to restrictions, I almost hurt the essence of my soul. Because you are sad and feel confused, I Jiuer can be with you. If you don't sleep, I won't sleep, I won't eat or drink, until you are willing to say something to me."

"The entire fox clan in the dungeon knows that I, Jiuer, likes you, loves you, pampers you, and respects you. There have been countless criticisms that I, Jiuer, likes you because of your identity as a heavenly fox. As long as we unite with each other, I can become the first absolute controller of the fox clan in the dungeon and surpass the Presbyterian Church."

"But what? What about these sounds? No more! Because everyone can't deny my sincerity with you, knowing that I am crazy about you, crazy about you, and I really like you and love you. Sisi, how can you bear to say such words in front of me? You don't want to marry me in this way. But you say to an illusory person that you want to follow him, even if you do nothing, you want to follow him?"

I have to say that Jiuer I came into contact with was ambitious. If it weren’t for the extreme sadness, he wouldn’t be able to say this.

Even I can't blame Jiuer for such a person. He is sincere to Xin Yi. On the other hand, what is worth treating Xin Yi like this? Are they the years when they grew up together?

An indescribable sense of crisis and guilt rose in my heart, but I couldn't figure out what my true feelings were? Do you like it? Do you love it? But Wanwan's existence has been reminding me that I can't have this look except her in this life, otherwise what is everything about me and Wanwan?

My heart began to feel pain.

Jiuer was already standing beside Xin Yi. He looked at Xin Yi: "Si Si, tell me, am I bad? Since I was a child, I have the bloodline of Jiu Tai, and was born as a top noble, and I am even more genius in my cultivation. I have a thousand miles a day. Could it be that you like handsomeness? Is the person in this painting more handsome? I used to think that I want wind as wind, rain as rain. But now, I can't get one of you? And where did I lose? I lost in a man that doesn't exist at all. You imagined it in your mind that you don't know where the outstanding man is!"

Speaking of this, Jiuer could no longer control her emotions and threw the painting in her hand on the ground. She grabbed the painting that Xin Yi was stroking before and threw it on the ground. She raised the table and more than a dozen papers flew, all of them landed on the ground.

Xin Yi was crying when he looked at Jiuer before, but when he saw that all the paintings were brought to the ground by Jiuer, he didn't have time to explain anything to Jiuer, so he began to pick up the paintings in a hurry.
Chapter completed!