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Chapter 163: Picture Scroll

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    It¡¯s good that he didn¡¯t hit his head against the wall. Lu Xiaofeng had been staring at the colorful flowers for about a minute.  Suddenly, with a slap on the table, Lu Xiaofeng stood up and walked out of her room as if something suddenly occurred to her.

    Not far across from him is Fang Lang's room, which is still brightly lit. I guess Fang Lang hasn't fallen asleep yet, but I don't know if he is practicing. To be honest, he is quite resistant to practicing.  Being disturbed.

    So, halfway through the journey, Lu Xiaofeng was a little hesitant, not knowing whether to go back or to step forward and knock on the door.  After pausing for a long time, Lu Xiaofeng still couldn't make up her mind.  "Come in." Suddenly, a voice came from the door of Fang Lang's room. Lu Xiaofeng was stunned. When she turned around, she saw that the door of Fang Lang's room had been opened.

    Since that was the case, he didn¡¯t have any worries and strode in directly.  At this time, Fang Lang was already resting in bed with his eyes closed, as if everything just now was Lu Xiaofeng's hallucination.

    However, Lu Xiaofeng naturally didn't care about this.  "Ahem" After two dry coughs, someone meditating on the bed seemed to have made no movement.  However, Lu Xiaofeng knew that he already knew that she had come in, so she was not embarrassed.

    He said directly: "Well, I'm not a very good painter. I really can't draw that flower." Let's get straight to the point. His experience with Fang Lang during this time told him that he should never go around in circles when talking to him, because in minutes you will  It's so long that you can't even remember what you want to say. Fang Lang has this ability to take you around the garden.

    The man meditating on the bed twitched his lips. When Lu Xiaofeng left, he was sure that he would never be able to draw this flower.  After all, such careful work was really incompatible with his carefree personality, so he was well prepared.

    Lu Xiaofeng didn't say anything, he was just waiting for Fang Lang to speak.  However, he was not a person who could hold his temper. After waiting for a while, he couldn't hold back anymore: "You" However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by an unknown force.

    It feels like steam. You can't see anything real, but you can feel a powerful force controlling your movements. This invisible force is the most powerful force Lu Xiaofeng has ever experienced.

    "Look to your left." Fang Lang said.  He had finished the painting a long time ago and put it aside, but he didn't expect Lu Xiaofeng to discover this problem so quickly. He thought he would not think of it until tomorrow morning at the earliest.

    Lu Xiaofeng walked over immediately. The scroll had been placed in a black rectangular wooden box by Fang Lang. It looked like a box specially used to collect scrolls, but this kind of box did not seem to be sold on the market.

    This thing should have been designed by Fang Lang himself. I don¡¯t know why Lu Xiaofeng had such an idea in her heart.  He was not in a hurry to open it. He put the box on the table and looked at it carefully, only to realize that the pattern carved on it was so special.

    It is different from the ordinary dragon and phoenix showing auspiciousness, or the dragon playing in the water.  Lu Xiaofeng didn't recognize most of the patterns carved here, but he had traveled around the world for so many years, and there were very few things he hadn't seen before.

    That means the rarity of these things is extraordinary.  If it was carved from his hands, maybe he wouldn't necessarily believe it. If it was carved from Fang Lang's hands, he wouldn't doubt it so much.

    "Did you make this box?" Although the tone was questioning, Lu Xiaofeng was almost certain of her answer.

    Fang Lang slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Lu Xiaofeng's face that had not changed for a hundred years.  He glanced sideways and walked off the bed. Yes, this was indeed what he did, but Fang Lang had no intention of answering the question he asked knowingly.

    However, Lu Xiaofeng was used to Fang Lang's style of dealing with things, and had already guessed that there would be no answer to her question, but she couldn't help but ask every time. In fact, as long as Fang Lang didn't say anything, this was often the default.  the meaning of.

    Fang Lang walked to Lu Xiaofeng's side and sat down.  Said::Open it and take a look?  Of course, his most important protagonist is not the box that he has completed for a long time, but the painting inside, although it only took one afternoon.

    However, it should be enough. It actually looks no different from the original. Although some minor details are suspected of being passed over in one stroke, after all, the flower has been given to Lu Xiaofeng, and it is difficult for him to get it back, so he can only follow the instructions.  Drawing his memories one by one, Fang Lang's feeling became stronger and stronger while drawing these.

    He must know how this thing is related to him. Just a painting can make him have such a strong feeling.Respond.  There must be something that he has forgotten, but he still has no clue at the moment, which is not a good thing.

    Lu Xiaofeng naturally understood what Fang Lang meant, and then opened the box very carefully.  It's like treating his own baby, and the most important thing is that he is extremely slow, simply slow to an incredible speed.

    Several times, Fang Lang almost wanted to snatch the box and open it himself.  But they were all stopped by Lu Xiaofeng.  "Brother Fang, don't be so anxious. We always save good things for the end and share them." Lu Xiaofeng suppressed a smile.

    Fang Lang¡¯s veins were beating faintly on his forehead, but they never happened.  Whoever takes it seriously will lose. He has always believed in this, so he has not done anything, just looking at him quietly. The smile on Lu Xiaofeng's face really makes people want to beat him.  , but Fang Lang endured it.

    ¡°Thump thump thump thump!¡± Lu Xiaofeng slowly opened the scroll, unknowingly thinking that he had painted the painting.  But, in fact, the owner of this painting was sitting opposite him with a forbearing expression, looking at him expressionlessly.

    Fang Lang now has some doubts about whether his decision just now was right (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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