Chapter 1367: Xuemo, are you true or false to me?

There were countless yellowed pictures flashing, but when they touched, they scattered like a meteor, and no trace was found.
There was a pain in Shen Jiuli Binglan's eyes.
He slowly touched a word on Yusuo, tracing again and again ...
Xuemo ...
At this moment, he knew more than ten years ago that he would definitely not have used her as an apprentice, otherwise she would not be allowed to put such a lock here, and set up an enchantment guard ...
Ning Xuemo, are you still Xueyi Mo? Do you really like me when you approach me this time? Or is there anything else you want to get here?
He returned from amnesia, and her excitement did not seem to be fake when she saw him again, and her behavior that seemed to like him was not fake.
But ... when she was close to him in the previous life, she was so full of charm, and she was very happy when she was by his side, as if she liked him to the extreme. But she turned around and gave him a sword, took his blood to save another man ...
Ning Xuemo, are you true or false to me this time?
God Jiuli feels crazy!
Reason tells him to turn back to shore, but his emotions can't be let go, so just follow her and don't know what to do ...
However, since it is here, follow it first!
He always does what he wants, and he does whatever he wants.
There is very little chance of grieving yourself and forcing yourself.
So this time, he didn't want to force it, he wanted to follow it ...
Follow it first and then slowly analyze your thoughts and analyze her ...
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After Ning Xuemo returned to the small building, his heart had returned to a calm and calm state.
She looked out the window, everything germinated after a drizzle, the flowers bloomed in layers nearby, the green grass relied on each other, the green mountains were distant in the distance, and the white clouds were floating.
She sat down and painted quietly. It is the scenery that is drawn at this moment.
It was getting dark a little bit, and Ning Xuemo lit the lamp and boiled oil, drawing an Impressionist scene ...
Willow head on the moon, after about dusk.
Shen Jiuli was sitting on the tree, watching the light in the small building not far away, and the red woman who was painting under the light ...
Looking at her serene and beautiful face, watching her paintings take shape ...
He didn't know where to turn a jade gourd and sipped his wine.
Ning Xuemo suddenly looked up and glanced here.
Shen Jiuli was stiff, did she see him coming? Impossible, he is already invisible.
Ning Xuemo just glanced here and continued to draw.
Under her brush, a leafy tree is slowly forming ...
I saw it here to draw a tree ...
God Jiuli cannot tell whether he is lucky or lost.
However, it is strange that this tree as a model is vigorous and bright as spring, and the leaves are green as green, but her pen is painted with branches that are about to wither yellow leaves. It will fall.
God Jiuli is a painting sage himself. No one in this world knows the painter better than him. What the ordinary painter paints reflects the mentality of the painter at that time.
Is she so distressed now?
When he glanced at the painting, he could feel a desolate silence.
The big tree seemed to be trying to cheer itself up, insisting on not letting the leaves fall, but it couldn't resist the autumn wind ...
Ning Xuemo didn't know why. Looking at the big tree under the brush, he felt a little dazzling. Is this a freehand style?