"You are still three hundred years old?" Ling Luoyu suddenly became unhappy: "At that age, should it be your first love?!"

Mo Xuanchen's eyes changed a little: "...Do you know how old I am...?"

His age has always been a secret.

Not to mention other people, none of the brothers who called him brothers knew his exact age.

How did she... a little girl who suddenly appeared! ?

"Of course I know, I know so many things about you!" Ling Luoyu raised Mo Xuanchen's chin with his fingertips and smiled slyly: "So, from now on, you have to remember every word I said to you and do Everything you have ever lived...because in your future, you may need it!!"

Before he could answer, she had let go of her hand mischievously and turned to leave.

"Give me two hours, and I promise to return you a pure little girl..."

Mo Xuanchen was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the girl she was talking about really meant a girl.

However, the idea of letting Ling Luoyu persuade the girl to give up was only his personal thought.

To put it bluntly, it was the last struggle he did before he left.

If the girl is still the same as before, with such strange thoughts, then he will leave with Ling Luoyu and will never come back.

He didn't want to be disrupted by such an inexplicable little girl in his life.

When Ling Luoyu saw the girl, she was painting.

Seeing Ling Luoyu coming in, the girl just raised her eyelids, and had no other reaction.

"Girl, do you want to know what gift your sister brings you?" Ling Luoyu smiled and took out a bunch of wild flowers: "This is what my sister picked personally..."

"I don't need it!" The girl squinted at her coldly, almost hatefully: "Also, who let you enter my room casually?"

These little violent eyes and words full of gunpowder made Ling Luoyu a little surprised.

A little girl who is only thirteen years old, has such a strong resentment?

It seemed that she was now a third party who had suffered a thousand swords, dug deep into her wall and robbed her man.

This phenomenon is really rare in Ling Luoyu's cognition.

She glanced at the painting on the table.

That was a painting that the girl just finished, it was Mo Xuanchen's... a sketch! !

Ling Luoyu's heart "cocked" and suddenly looked up at her! !

sketch? ? !

how can that be? !

In this world, no one can draw a sketch.

After scolding Ling Luoyu, the girl ignored her, still lowered her head, silently painting the portrait of Mo Xuanchenshi.

Therefore, he did not see the horror in Ling Luoyu's eyes.

"You... this painting is so special! Why don't you use brush to paint, but paint with stones?" Ling Luoyu pretended to be innocent and leaned to the girl's side, his eyes flashing with this light, really like the first time See the sketch.

The girl's body shrank obviously-this was an instinctive rejection of Ling Luoyu.

Ling Luoyu: "..."

It seems that the girl hates her deeply and resents her deeply whether it is from the heart or the bones.

"Sister, can you teach your sister this kind of painting? I like this kind of painting too... so special..."

"Snapped!"

The girl suddenly flew the ink stone in her hand, her breath suddenly sank, she turned her head slowly, and stared at her like a knife.

"You...really want to learn to paint?"