Ark, they don't revolve around you

Zhuang Ning looked seriously injured. The immortality of the system was taking effect and he felt almost no pain. However, Xi didn't know that. He cursed him as an idiot and used a soft brush to outline the curves of blood vessels, bones and skin.

This ability is truly ingenious. Everything in the painting is the finishing touch. In the blink of an eye, broken bones are regenerated and blood vessels are connected, without any signs of injury.

Zhuang Ning blinked, and Xi put away her pen just in time. The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere became awkward.

Xi had a stern face. She was still quite imposing when she didn't speak, with her bangs covering her eyes, looking like someone who had seen all kinds of things in life and traveled all over the world. But perhaps what she was thinking in her heart was, wouldn't it be very embarrassing to forgive him so easily?

Seeing through this, Zhuang Ning naturally knew how to deal with it.

"Xi." He took a deep breath, "I'm sorry for burning your painting."

"I shouldn't have drawn for you." Xi snorted coldly, but the fact that she was willing to mention this matter was already a great concession.

Zhuang Ning smiled and decided in his heart that choosing Xi was the right thing to do. As long as they could meet, he would always find a way to please her.

"Xi, the Mo Liang in your painting just now is out of control." he said.

Xi can give life to the things he draws, which are called Moliang. Many of them bear Xi's shadow, such as "Ayao" who occasionally wanders in the corridor - a small, cute Moliang that bites people fiercely but is usually afraid of loneliness.

When this question was raised, Xi frowned: "My Mo Liang has never had any problems. This is..."

"This must be related to your second brother." Zhuang Ning said with certainty.

"Is it related to my second brother? My second brother hasn't even arrived yet, but when you came, my dragon had problems."

Zhuang Ning coughed. It was indeed he who was more suspicious, but it was politically correct to oppose his second brother. He had the confidence to do so, so he acted righteously: "Even if Mo Liang got into trouble because of my arrival, it was still my second brother's fault."

Xi had a blank expression on her face. She originally wanted to yell at Zhuang Ning, or even lock him in the painting if he still didn't obey.

But just now, this man finally pounced on me, and he was still the same... Xi pursed her lips, not letting her wavering expression show: "I know what you mean, you want to say that my second brother wants to attack me, but so what? I don't trust the court."

"You just need to trust your big brother." Zhuang Ning looked into the room carefully. This was his first time entering Xi's hut.

The first impression is simplicity, neither ostentatious nor crowded. There is an ink tray in front of the desk, and the painting on the spread-out roll of paper has disappeared.

If you go deeper, you can see tall cabinets standing like a forest, recording every detail of the girl's life over the past thousand years.

"I didn't say you could come in!" Xi was furious.

"You have to find some reasons. Your Mo Liang is very important to you." Zhuang Ning said solemnly.

Although he kept putting the blame on his second brother, the moment Mo Liang appeared, Zhuang Ning knew it was related to him.

The familiar throbbing came again, as if being stared at by a giant beast, it was the breath of time.

This is very abnormal. He has his own calculations for choosing Xi. On the one hand, the Grand Tutor has given him trust, and Zhuang Ning must do something to repay him. In the film, he only recognizes Ling and Xi.

Zhuang Ning didn't want to see this woman Ling. Perhaps she could guess what he was thinking. If Zhuang Ning was even more shameless, he would definitely hope that his second brother could plot against Ling first.

Compared to Ling, Xi is easier to bully... No, it's easier to appease.

However, Xi doesn't seem to be simple either, and she is even in a more mysterious position when it comes to the resurrection of the year.

"Xi." Zhuang Ning looked serious, like an old Chinese doctor. "Have you been feeling uneasy lately?"

"We are very familiar with each other? You are trying to get close to me." Xi mocked, but her hand was on her chest.

"Doctor, this is my advice. You are not qualified to be involved in the revival of the year-old. Take your people and leave Dayan as soon as possible."

"Ok?"

"I don't know what the court promised you, but since ancient times, the most mean and ungrateful people have been emperors. They have always abused the people and are all meat eaters." Xi lowered his eyes, "Yan is not as good as he showed. You shouldn't get involved in this matter."

She actually wanted to persuade him to leave. Looking at her cold expression, she must be worried about the doctor in her heart, right?

Looking at her face, Zhuang Ning's heart moved slightly: "Xi, I have a question."

"I'm saying it again, I don't know you well, why are you calling me by my name?"

"Then I'll call you Miss Xi. It's not bad to call you that." Zhuang Ning smiled. "In fact, you don't have any feelings for Rhodes Island. This is just a way for you to get to know the outside world. Why did you suddenly give me a painting?"

"There are so many questions. I have the final say over my paintings. How can mortals understand?"

"Then if I burn it, you will be unhappy again."

Xi blushed a little: "To appreciate gifts from others is the virtue of a gentleman, Doctor, you have disgraced these two words."

"Gentleman, what are you talking about me?"

"Slip of the tongue." Xi looked away, "It's rare for someone to be so fascinated by my paintings, Doctor."

She was trying to change the subject. Zhuang Ning thought to himself, but said, "It's just that people don't understand."

"But why do I have to understand? I disdain those who think highly of themselves. A painting is just a painting. It's enough to think it's beautiful. Why do I have to appreciate it? On the contrary, you, Doctor, are more appealing to me..."

Xi Bujue had said too much again, so he pretended not to notice and said with a calm face, "In short, most people can't look directly at my paintings. If you can see the beauty in them, then the paintings are worth giving to me as a gift."

But how to explain the year... Zhuang Ning still felt something was wrong. It was late at night and there was a violent storm outside. A year ago, he was still outside in the rain, but when he really met Xi, it only took a few words to resolve the "misunderstanding".

It's really easy.

Zhuang Ning sighed softly, his expression not so happy because he had new worries.

Painting? He really wanted to see Xi paint, but if the painting was related to Sui, that would be another matter.

The rain was getting louder and louder, and it seemed as if one could hear the sound of beating drums.

--No.

If you listen carefully, it is more like the pulsation of a heart, with each contraction and expansion having a rhythm!

Zhuang Ning's hands and feet felt a little cold. The lightning fell, and the light shone through the hollow carved skylight, illuminating his profile.

In a corner that Xi couldn't see, the corners of Zhuang Ning's mouth slowly curved.

"I see." He murmured, "I see."

Heart sounds are more intense.

Something was coming. Xi's face turned pale and she came to Zhuang Ning: "You should go!"

"What about you?" Zhuang Ning asked.

"I'll take care of it." Xi became more serious. She was rarely so panicked, but she couldn't suppress the fear and confusion on her face.

She said in a low and harsh voice, but it was almost like a plea: "Go away."

As soon as the words fell, a sneer was heard, and a loud dragon roar was heard from somewhere, accompanied by a prompt from the system in Zhuang Ning's ear.

【Mission accomplished, 8/12】

The system was still cold, as if this was a trivial matter.

But how could it be a small matter? Of the twelve fragments, only the eldest brother, the second brother, Ling and Xi are left. The revival of the year has begun!

This is the source of Xi's uneasiness. She has been urging Zhuang Ning to leave because a towering existence has descended here invisibly.

That was the age that Zhuang Ning had seen before!

With the same indifferent gaze, like a towering mountain or a turbulent ocean, He looked down upon His subjects, just like an ancient gentleman raising his own banner and returning to his homeland.

Zhuang Ning vaguely thought that this was not a coincidence. The beast was making its presence known after he arrived.

He was looking at himself. In the void, the invisible monster that traveled through eternity was looking at him coldly.

Xi was stunned and almost lost his strength and fell to the ground.

The hem of her skirt was stained with ink, and the white on it disappeared bit by bit. Her hands drooped down and she smiled bitterly.

In her eyes, the scrolls sealed in the boxes jumped up, the ink spirits in the paintings were no longer calm, A Yao, Dian Jing, Zi Zai... were all madly agitated.

It has nothing to do with my second brother. They were inspired by the years and flowed out from the ancient scrolls, dragging the undried ink and moving forward bit by bit.

"Ah..." This was the first time that Xi's face was filled with despair, "Did you betray me too?"

"You guys, don't you recognize me?"

Mo Liang looked at them coldly without answering, and moved closer to the encirclement.

The situation was urgent, and Zhuang Ning could not show weakness, so he waved his hand and grabbed Xi, holding her under his armpit.

At this moment, Xi had lost his former pride and became like a helpless child. Although he still tried to struggle, his resistance was very weak.

"PhD."

"I don't quite understand what's going on." Zhuang Ning swallowed his saliva. The plan was slightly out of sync, but he was very excited. "I just know that we should run."

"Can't run away."

"Don't be discouraged, Miss Xi, what did I tell you before? I will not give up if I want to save you."

His expression was righteous, but his body was very honest, and he retreated in small steps little by little.

Heavy rain.

The moment he stepped out of the door, Mo Liang rushed forward. Zhuang Ning kicked the wall hard, and walked away without looking back.

He ran very fast, like a bird flying through the woods, but Xi didn't have time to be surprised, as she saw her house collapsed because of that kick.

She felt inexplicably sleepy and sentimental.

"Miss Xi, your house..."

Zhuang Ning wanted to explain, but then he heard a faint snoring sound. It was hard to imagine that someone would fall asleep while running away.

Zhuang Ning seemed to be thinking about something, his expression gradually disappearing. He changed the way he held her and looked back for the last time before leaving.

Lightning exploded, and a huge dragon rose up under the extreme white color, its scarlet eyes flashing with anger and humiliation.

But He did not pursue.

Zhuang Ning ran quickly and stepped into the next line.

Everything started to speed up.

……

When Xi opened her eyes, she found herself in a cave.

The cave was very small and could only accommodate two people. Zhuang Ning had blocked the entrance, leaving a small hole for ventilation.

The rain hadn't stopped yet, so she curled up.

"Ms. Xi, I think you should explain." Zhuang Ning said softly.

"What do you want to explain?" Xi Ming asked knowingly.

"Your painting, and... that dragon." Zhuang Ning whispered, "There are also Mo Liang. Do you think they will hurt people?"