I was favored by the evil god, and I became a white-bone bodhisattva.

“The tip of the brush is slightly sharp when hidden, and it is also reserved when exposed; it is bold and unrestrained, and it is changeable and agile; in calligraphy, you, Xiaobai, have already seen all its wonders!”

On this day, when Xiaobai finished his work as usual and asked Yan Xiu to appreciate it, the latter praised it again and again and finally said the word "apprenticeship".

"Xiaobai's calligraphy has improved greatly?" Tangtang asked happily.

"It's done!"

"Now, Master Yan, do you know what Xiaobai looks like?"

The little girl's words startled Yan Xiu. He then smiled and said, "Master, you still remember what we said before."

"of course I remember"

The little girl nodded vigorously: "Not only Tangtang remembers it, Xiaobai must remember it too."

Seeing Xiaobai nod, Yan Xiu couldn't help but half-jokingly said, "Haha, it seems that today, you two will definitely test me."

As he spoke, the man carefully looked at Xiaobai's work again, and gradually a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

"..."

After a long time, he spoke again: "Xiao Bai has a smart mind. Although she is a woman, her writing is not lacking in sharpness. It is not bad to praise her for being as good as men."

"Well, what does Xiao Bai look like?"

Tangtang felt that Yan Xiu said a lot, but didn't hit the point.

"She is graceful and elegant, without any makeup, and her complexion is like the morning glow reflecting on the snow!"

Firstly, although her true appearance cannot be seen because she is wrapped in a cloak all day, Xiaobai is taller than an ordinary man, so there is nothing wrong with describing her as slender and graceful.

Secondly, Xiaobai’s name contains the word “bai”, so his skin color should be fair, or at least not dark, so the second half of the sentence is roughly correct.

Tangtang and Xiaobai were both satisfied with Yan Xiu's answer this time.

"As expected of Master Yan, he can recognize a white person by looking at the characters."

"Kabakaba"

........

After Xiaobai's calligraphy was perfected, her inner beauty reached its peak and she is absolutely a real beauty.

But what surprised Tangtang was that he did not take off his cloak immediately.

"Xiaobai, it's okay not to wear the cloak now, right?"

The White Bone Demon nodded, and then wrote a line of words.

[I feel like I can’t just take off my cloak like that.]

"Eh?"

【Almost enough atmosphere...】

"Atmosphere?" Tangtang tilted her head.

【Attention All】

【Everyone is looking forward to it! 】

Tangtang understood what her little white meant. She thought for a moment and said, "Then go and participate in a competition, a big competition. After you win, take off your cloak and surprise everyone!"

Xiaobai nodded repeatedly, took the little girl's hand and was about to set off.

"Haha, Xiaobai, don't worry, let's go say goodbye to Master Yan first."

Chapter 306 The oriole is behind

"Mom, we want to play hide and seek."

"it is good"

Mrs. Zhu always tried her best to satisfy her daughters' requests, so she immediately agreed with a smile.

"..."

"We want to play with Yuedan."

"no!"

Mrs. Zhu flatly rejected the idea: "Tangtang has been against me many times, and I don't know if she has left yet. If you go there, what will you do if you accidentally run into her again?"

Seeing her five daughters looking so pitiful, Mrs. Zhu was also very confused.

After all, she had not forgotten the scene when her daughters called her a traitor.

"Didn't you say last time that you didn't want to play with Yuedan anymore? Why do you miss her now?"

After hearing this, several evil spirits explained their reasons one after another.

"Every time I play hide-and-seek, I think of her."

"One less, I'm not used to it."

"Yeah, yeah, it's different if one is missing."

After listening for a while, Mrs. Zhu finally understood that her daughters complained that they had not enough playmates.

"Don't look for Yuedan anymore. Mother will help you find a powerful spirit."

The evil spirit who always liked to hide behind Madam Zhu blurted out: "Then we might as well draw another one!"

Draw another daughter?

Mrs. Zhu was stunned. For some reason, she felt a little repulsive in her heart.

“Draw another one!”

"Draw a sister of everyone"

"Sister, sister——"

Several evil spirits were surrounding the Immortal and making a fuss, but she was still hesitant.

In theory, it wouldn't matter if you drew one more.

Anyway, the backlash mechanism of the Resurrection Pen will only be truly triggered after drawing the seventh one.

but......

It’s hard to say why, but Mrs. Zhu really doesn’t want to paint anymore.

Seeing that the immortal remained silent for a long time, the evil spirits looked at each other and stopped acting coquettishly.

For some things, you still have to know when to stop.

Otherwise, not only will your efforts fail, but you may even lose your life.

.......

Over the next few days, none of the five evil spirits dared to ask to draw another sister.

But whenever they play with the immortals, they always show some loneliness.

Mrs. Zhu noticed this keenly and felt very conflicted.

'One more is fine.'

'When did I become such a coward?'

Finally, after another game of hide-and-seek, Mrs. Zhu said - if I had more sisters to look after you, maybe I would have less to worry about.

But what was beyond her expectations was that after she said this, her daughters did not seem particularly happy. Instead, they began to dissuade her one after another.

"If we add one more sister, there will be six of us. It seems a bit dangerous."

"I don't want my sister, I want my mother!"

"Five will be enough, or we can get another spirit who can play hide-and-seek."

To be honest, although Mrs. Zhu took the initiative to mention the matter, she had not made up her mind.

She just asked tentatively and did not rule out the possibility of regretting it later.

However, after seeing how much her daughters cared about her, she became more determined.

"You don't want a sister, but I still want a daughter."

"It doesn't matter, just six words..."

Patting her daughters on the head, Mrs. Zhu went out for a while and then found a complete set of painting tools.

'call--'

'The last one!'

After suppressing the inexplicable worries in her heart, Mrs. Zhu picked up her brush and started painting.

This time, I will draw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old daughter in the prime of her life!

.....

Holding the Resurrection Pen, Madam Zhu paints as smoothly as flowing water.

But the more she painted, the more she felt something was wrong. Just as she had started, the haze in her heart became so thick that it could not be dispelled.

'wrong! ’

'This painting, this painting must never be finished.'

Madam Zhu wanted to stop, but the evil weapon in her hand automatically sped up.

Her eyes focused and she instantly mobilized all her magical power.

As the two forces were in a stalemate, the Immortal's hand slowly stopped.

But suddenly!

Mrs. Zhu felt a pain in her chest.

The wound that was pierced by the evil weapon that day, which I thought was already healed, now continued to bleed.

"Mom, you're bleeding!" Five evil spirits swarmed over.

"It's okay, you guys..."

With a muffled groan, Mrs. Zhu's eyes showed disbelief.

All of these good daughters were drooling and scrambling to suck her blood.

"Don't grab it!"

"I came here first, I came here first!"

Everyone was fighting for it, and in the end they just started to tear the flesh and blood of the immortals into big mouthfuls.

"Humph, don't wait for me—"

Another evil spirit came hurriedly and bit Mrs. Zhu's neck.

At this moment, how could an immortal be bewitched by an evil weapon?

She suddenly remembered that she had already painted six daughters, and the one she was painting now was the seventh!

No, that's not right.

How could these guys be my daughters?

It was drawn wrong, it was drawn wrong from the beginning.

Her daughter is not like this at all...

While Mrs. Zhu was heartbroken, she was also burning with boundless anger.

How dare a mere evil spirit deceive me and plot against me?

He felt that he was gradually being suppressed by the Resurrection Pen and was unable to fight back at all.

The Immortal smiled coldly, and actually took the initiative to cooperate with him, starting to complete the seventh painting as quickly as possible.

"Um, mana, can't absorb mana?"

"Her magic power is constantly fading. She wants to give all her magic power to the last one!"

The evil spirits were shocked and angry, but they could not stop Madam Zhu's determination.