Ye Nongying is still a little worried about her, "We have limited time, don't you worry about running out of time in Caihui?"

"I used to like to paint. I almost didn't hesitate to write, and it usually doesn't take much time." She must have a sense of measure in her heart.

"Oh?" Ye Nongying suddenly became a little envious.

At the same time, I am also looking forward to what Duanmu Yawang wants to paint.

She hasn't seen Duanmu Yawang paint in person yet!

"Ugh."

Ye Nongying sighed suddenly.

Duanmuya glanced at her: "What are you sighing? What did you not expect to paint yet?"

"Yes."

Ye Nongying said with a sad face, "You said, can this ceremony help?"

Duanmuya twitched the corner of her mouth twice, "Do you think you can?"

"can not."

"That's it."

Duanmuya glanced at her and directly hit her: "You didn't say it before, and you don't care about this red kit. For this ceremony, you should do your best."

"Right."

Ye Nongying touched her chin, and groaned: "I just follow a little bit of memory that I heard when I was a child, and just paint it casually." Anyway, as long as it is complicated enough and novelty enough!

It really doesn't work, she can make up her mind.

Creation, creation, if she can't think of it, she will create it herself!

It's better than not painting!

Thinking about this, she sat back in her place and unfolded the paper.

When unfolding the paper, she couldn't help touching the paper twice, and she looked at Duan Muya with a surprised laugh: "Have you noticed that this paper is so slippery and comfortable? I am also a member of the big family anyway. But I have never touched such a comfortable paper!"

Duanmu Yawang kept thinking about what she wanted to draw, and didn't care what Ye Nongying said, so she touched the paper when she heard that.

It was really as slippery as she said.

And there is a special softness.

Ye Nongying smiled and said, "It's almost like a woman's skin, so comfortable."

Duanmu Yawang heard her analogy, only to find it particularly funny, "Have you touched a lot of women's skin, so understand?"

"You are still a healer, you should not touch it less, don't you feel it?"

Duanmu Yawang wanted to say that she was kicking people for treatment, not a pervert who likes to take advantage of people.

However, before she could speak her words, a person appeared beside Ye Nongying.

She coughed lightly and reminded Ye Nongying: "You should cooperate with others to draw blood."

Ye Nongying glanced to his side, only to find that a man with a basket was standing beside him.

She thought of the content of her chat with Duanmu Yawang just now, suddenly a little embarrassed.

She gave a light cough, and was about to speak, when the man said: "Finger."

Ye Nongying quickly stretched out her finger obediently.

The man took a drop of blood on her fingertips with a silver needle.

Ye Nongying didn't have the slightest wound or pain in her hand, and she couldn't help rubbing her fingertips.

It really doesn't feel at all.

She was more curious, and asked one more question: "What is the purpose of taking blood?"

The man glanced at her, his eyes a little cold.

She shrank her head quickly, dare not ask anything, and stretched out her hand grinningly: "If you don't answer, don't answer, you should think you haven't heard what I just said."

The person's eyes constricted, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were already mild, "What color do you want?"

Ye Nongying said, "Just give me black ink directly."

The man stretched out his hand and was about to take out the black ink. Ye Nongying thought of something, and changed her words: "Wait, in addition to the black ink, give me red, earth, white, scarlet, blue..."

She always asked for a lot of colors in one breath, and finally ordered a few more empty dishes like Duanmu Yawang.

Duanmu Yawang heard what she said, she was a little surprised while still adjusting the colors, and glanced at her.

Ye Nongying noticed her gaze, turned her head and stuck her tongue out, "I suddenly felt that painting is also a good idea."

Duanmu Yawang smiled and shook her head. She originally wanted to ask her if she didn't worry about not having enough time for painting?

But I think it's too insulting to ask.

She knew it in her heart, and Ye Nongying naturally knew it too.

She just believes in her.

Thinking about this, she concentrated and continued to mix the colors she wanted with colorful ink.

She blended a total of five or six new colors, and then began to take out a relatively small brush, and began to draw black ink to depict Xiaotian.

She already had the prototype of what she wanted to draw in her heart, so she wrote very quickly without any hesitation. There were a lot of pen and ink on a large drawing paper, but she completed it in a very short time. NS.

After finishing, she began to dip in colorful ink one by one to paint.

While she was doing this, although Ye Nongying was doing her own thing seriously, she would still be distracted from time to time to observe Duanmu Yawang.

Seeing her quickly finalizing the draft, and then to color painting, I couldn't help but sigh.

She originally wanted to come over and take a closer look at what she was painting, but because she was afraid that she would delay too much time, she had to withdraw her thoughts and continue to do her own thing.

Before and after, Duanmu Yawangmoyue spent half an hour before she stopped painting.

She picked up the brush instead and wrote comments in the blank spaces of the drawing.

The content of the annotation is naturally the name of the beast she drew, and its characteristics. Of course, she also marked the source of the beast after the name of the beast.

She marked the mountain and sea classics and the records of strange animals.

Although, she doesn't know if she can make this mark.

After all, that was something that only existed in that world in her last life.

After the annotations were written, what she needed to do in this ceremony was officially completed.

She looked around at other people, and found that everyone was still immersed in painting very seriously, and she didn't see who had finished leaving.

She did it first?

Duan Muya raised her eyebrows, very surprised.

"All right?"

Just as she was leisurely and distracted, a person appeared beside her again.

It's still the man with a carrying basket.

Seeing this person, Duanmu Yawang stood up and nodded: "Yes."

The man glanced at what was drawn on her drawing paper and said to her: "Roll the paper."

Duanmu Yawang did so.

After the roll was completed, Duanmu Yawang handed the painting to the man very spiritually.

The man nodded, reached out to take it, and said, "Please wait a moment."

When the words fell, before Duanmu Yawang could speak, his figure flashed and disappeared.

Ye Nongying divided her attention a little, and frowned her eyebrows and whispered quietly, "Why didn't he give you anything when he took your painting?"

Is it a yellow and white embroidered bag or a red sachet? Anyway, there is a feedback!

"..."

Duanmu Yawang was very angry, "You actually have time to supervise me, have you finished painting?"

"Soon."

When Ye Nongying said, she continued to paint herself, Duanmu Yawang sat down, and did not bother her.

After drawing for a while, Ye Nongying finally stopped writing.

While laying the pen, she admired her painting very proudly, and nodded with a smile: "Not bad, not bad, I am very satisfied with this masterpiece of mine."

No one boast of themselves.

Duanmuya was full of hope and laughter, and was about to stand up and see what she had drawn. There was already a person next to Ye Nongying.

Duanmu Yawang had to sit there obediently, but Yu Guang kept staring at Ye Nongying.

She looked at the man and asked if Ye Nongying had finished drawing, and when Ye Nongying was sure of the answer, the man stared at the scroll very carefully.

Duanmu Yawang's eyelids twitched twice.

This person spent a lot of time watching the picture scroll at night than when the person looked at her picture scroll.

This made her cusp a little bit.

Sometimes, people’s sixth sense is really accurate.

After staring at Ye Nongying's scroll for a while, the man asked Ye Nongying to roll it up to him.

After Ye Nongying handed him the scroll, he stretched out his hand and handed Ye Nongying a red sachet.

"Sure enough." Duanmu Yawang sighed.

"Uh!"

Ye Nongying was stunned for a while, looking at the red kit handed over in disbelief, and repeatedly asked: "Are you not mistaken? Is this for me? The red kit?"

The man maintained the same gesture of handing things.

Ye Nongying reacted and hurriedly took the red kit and said happily, "Thank you."

The man didn't say anything, and after a deep glance at her, his figure flashed and disappeared.