The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

"Forget it."

Red flame doesn't want to fight with him, light way, "sit well, give you portrait."

If you don't let him splash ink on the landscape, it's time for Mubing to let go of painting Mubing's portrait?

Sure enough, on hearing this, Mu Bing's face finally showed a smile, almost immediately released his hand, leaned back and sat on the soft chair. His right hand half supporting the body, a pair of eyes such as with autumn wave, staring at the face of red flame, smile, "finally realized my excellent, intend to appreciate me?"

Red flame said that painting is to leave beautiful things on paper for appreciation.

Now that he says he wants to draw a picture of himself, can he think that red flame is praising himself in disguise?

“……”

Red flame did not speak, persistent brush hand, but has been moving on rice paper.

Mubing looked at him absorbed in the God's appearance, naturally did not dare to move casually, so he supported his body with his hands for half an hour.

"All right."

When the red flame dust settled, Mubing stood up and could not care to rub his numb right hand. He couldn't wait but carefully took the rice paper on the table and said, "I'll see how you draw me..."

Words did not speak, see the picture on the drawing paper, Mu Bing's face almost black into the bottom of the pot.

Red flame made him vivid, and mobing on the paper seemed to be alive. It's just that what he painted is not the action of Mubing sitting on the chair, but the appearance of a wild rascal just now, with one hand on his waist and the other hand on the rice paper.

On the right are two powerful characters: robber.

“……”

Mubing's face was black for a while, stiff for a while, twitching for a while, and finally returned to its original appearance, but in the tone, with so much silk gnashing teeth, "Oh, it's a good painting."

"Yes, except me, who dares to draw your true face."

Red flame put down his pen, leisurely picked up the teacup, sipped, long eyelashes light Shu, in his eyelids light shadow, set off his temperament more and more gentle, "I never give others a picture, you are the first."

Yes, he is the first one. He has to be grateful to red flame. He is so grateful that he wants to strangle him!

Mubing dropped the rice paper, extended his long arm, across the long desk, and put the red flame in his arms. The tea cup in red flame's hand was overturned, and the tea poured down on both of them, and also soaked the painting on the table. Mubing didn't notice it, but his body was close to red flame's chest, and his face was not smiling. "Lord, I'm very moved. I'm not as willing as you. How about that?"

"Good." Red flame answered more quickly, "if you're here, I'll think about it."

Mu Bing

Where is he?

Isn't he the one who was crushed? How can this be!

Other compromise, this occupation of land oath sovereignty, Mubing naturally does not agree, "no way."

"Forget it."

Red flame people and animals harmless smile, "then don't put a promise to each other in the mouth, I'm afraid I'm not careful to believe it."

“……”

Looking at the innocent smile, Mubing felt a toothache.

How does he feel, red flame more and more - abdomen black?

******

Late at night, the priest's house was quiet. The moonlight cast a light shadow through the open window, but the red flame opened its eyes,