Rebirth: The Curse of Manzhushahua

Chapter 106 No.90 Eight Flowers You Have Seen

No.90 eight flowers you have seen

Lu Junhao also withdrew his eyes, squinted at An Moran, but just glanced at Xia Sha who had been looking at him all the time, this woman's eyes were too focused, which made him very uncomfortable.

He looked back at Xia Sha coldly, only to find that there was a slight sadness on her face, which made him feel a little annoyed. Xia Sha lowered his head and closed his eyes. , quickly disappeared into the eye sockets, she didn't need to cry, she didn't need tears, this was just the beginning.

When she raised her head and saw the painting that appeared on An Moran's canvas, her heart was suddenly stabbed severely.That group of fiery red flowers bloomed enchantingly, like flowers.This is the flower of hell.

It's also Xing's favorite.

Soul-inducing flower, manjusawa.A flower that grows by the Santu River.

"The flowers on the other side, the flowers bloom on the other side, when the flowers bloom, you can't see the leaves, and when there are leaves, you can't see the flowers.

Xia Sha's voice was very clear in the entire empty classroom, everyone was fascinated to see that An Moran's hands were moving quickly on the canvas, his face was cold, and his eyes were unwavering, Only the lump of color that appeared on the canvas seemed to fall into his eyes, with a touch of bright red.

After hearing Xia Sha's voice, An Moran unexpectedly stopped the pen in his hand, and turned to her, "Have you seen it before?" His voice was very calm and quiet, with long and powerful breaths.

Xia Sha's lips parted slightly, and finally she just shook her head. She looked at the thousands of years of flowers, which were also her companions.Just, can't say.

An Moran didn't speak anymore, and continued to draw. His knuckle fingers kept holding the paintbrush, drawing seriously and attentively. An Moran's paintings were considered abstract, not realistic. However, his paintings But it has made internationally renowned painters have very good critics.

It can be said that there is no one who can surpass him in this school.

Feng Jingchen stood up, looked left and right, but couldn't understand, of course he had heard about the legend of Manzhushahua, but, is this really true?No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see where it looked like a flower.

What a strange person, he sat down again, and this time the person looking at it was Ouyang Man, his eyes were filled with extremely warm feelings, Maner, Maner, in fact, you don’t know, you are nothing like before Change, you don't even know, I have been waiting for you for a long time, but you have completely forgotten me.

He smiled bitterly, but unexpectedly met Xia Sha's probing eyes, he immediately turned his face away, what an ugly woman, she found out.

Xia Sha blinked her eyes slightly, but saw the pain flashing in Feng Jingchen's eyes, which seemed to exist in her memory, but she couldn't remember it.

But this scene fell into Ouyang Man's eyes. She lowered her head, where no one saw, a coldness quickly rose in her eyes.

Ugly woman, in addition to Lu Junhao's idea of ​​fighting Feng Jingchen.

Lu Junhao's black eyes seemed to be slowly filled with wind and rain. It turned out that her liking was nothing more than that, and she was a vacillating person. However, Man'er made him feel sad, and this person named Xia Sha would only make him feel sad. He is disgusting.

"It's over," An Moran suddenly said, and everyone looked at the canvas in front of him this time, followed by a burst of exclamation.

Xia Sha also raised his head to look up, but it was as if he was in the scene. In the circle of thick smoke, there were no stars and no moon, and it was dark, only the bright red flowers blooming on the ground, blurred and enchanting, bright red like blood, Also flirtatious.

Like, what hell feels like.

"Mo Ran, what you drew is really..." Feng Jingchen seemed to feel a gust of cold wind blowing by. In An Moran's paintings, either they were too beautiful, or they were too gloomy.Such a huge contrast is simply unbearable.

Except for Xia Sha, everyone sitting there felt that uncomfortable feeling.

"Pictures are born from the heart, and paintings are also born from the heart." An Moran's faint voice came. He closed the canvas, but glanced at Ouyang Man intentionally. There seems to be nostalgic eyes in the trachoma.

Nostalgia, never seen, how to miss.

"Weird," Feng Jingchen turned his head, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Man'er, I have a new dish in my shop recently, do you want to eat it together?" He doesn't have the time to learn anything painting.He has more important things to do.

"I..." Hearing Feng Jingchen's proposal, Ouyang Man opened his mouth and wanted to agree, but when he saw Lu Junhao's face suddenly darkened, he didn't know how to answer.

"Jun Hao has no dust on his face, you don't need to look at it," Feng Jingchen said generously, of course he got Lu Jun's cold eyes, but he didn't care, he had already exempted him.

(End of this chapter)