[MTL, BG] Do You Know How to Conquer Villains?

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Ji Qingzhuo lowered her eyes. She watched carefully as the blood stained the blood, following the lines of the animal hair on the brush, and the lines were dense and delicate.

But after looking at it for a long time, she felt her eyes sting, so she blinked and looked away.

Shen Rongyu's big palm held her hand, and his fingertips pressed slightly against her knuckles, leading her to hold the brush tightly.

Turning the wrist, the back of the hand and the palm of the hand are touching, rubbing slightly, the tip of the pen is bent, and with a slight twist, the color is soaked in a pool of blood.

Even though Ji Qingzhuo's back was turned to Shen Rongyu, her back was pressed against his chest. Logically speaking, he should not be able to see her expression.

But Shen Rongyu bowed his head and whispered something in her ear, the heat steaming her auricles.

"Zhuozhuo seems a little careless." He was referring to the fact that Ji Qingzhuo was not looking at his pen.

Ji Qingzhuo actually knew that what he meant by "not serious" was that she looked away. She explained honestly: "The color is too bright, Brother Xiaoyu, my eyes hurt after looking at it for a long time."

Shen Rongyu chuckled: "Then Just close your eyes and don't look. I'll lead you to paint."

When Ji Qingzhuo heard that he was leading her to paint, she didn't even have to look, so she immediately closed her eyes and didn't exert any effort if she could.

This kind of atmosphere is really... so weird. It's like being in a space with a higher temperature than the appropriate temperature. Everything around her is gently and slowly infiltrating her consciousness, just like the blood on the brushstrokes. , she seemed to be slowly melting in this temperature.

——Perhaps it was because of the cold wind, Ji Qing thought, she felt that her limbs were weak and hanging lazily, like a doll with its limbs hanging down, waiting for its owner to pull it and perform various actions.

Her body was a little weak and she could only lean back slightly, leaning on Shen Rongyu's chest. Unlike the red airflow in the training space, the airflow was cold, while Shen Rongyu's body was warm.

Ji Qingzhuo couldn't say that he liked her. He could only say that he was used to the temperature. However, for someone with her personality, adapting to her was more important than liking her.

She closed her eyes. She couldn't look at the bright red color any longer.

Shen Rongyu raised his head slightly, and on his raised neck, the bulging lines of his Adam's apple moved, and he felt Ji Qingzhuo getting closer to him.

He chuckled softly, his laughter deep into Ji Qingzhuo's ears.

Ji Qingzhuo's ears instantly turned red. She felt a large number of goose bumps on the back of her neck. It was strange to say that she was so close to the red air flow in the training space. Logically speaking, she should have gotten used to it. Yes, but every time he gets close to Shen Rongyu, it is obvious that it is just a simple action, but it still makes her face warm and her heart beats.

There was darkness in front of her eyes, except for Shen Rongyu's palm that was holding her, making the back of her hand feel hot. He guided her and hovered the blood-soaked brush above the red umbrella.

The stroke of the pen that is about to be drawn first outlines the outline of the fallen flower, so the stroke must be gentle so that the lines drawn will be slender and elegant.

"Zhuozhuo, be gentler." Shen Rongyu's voice sounded again. He pressed Ji Qingzhuo's hand and slowly lowered it.

Ji Qingzhuo obeyed and relaxed her strength. She had no strength. Shen Rongyu took her hand and pressed it down gently, and the tip of the pen fell on the umbrella.

When the brush held by Ji Qingzhuo fell on the umbrella, even though he was as calm as Shen Rongyu, his breath was a little confused.

A shiver ran down his spine, and the animal hair at the tip of the brush was soft and slender, dipped in his blood, almost like painting on his body.

——Shen Rongyu feels that he always does things that he regrets recently.

But the flower still needs to be finished.

At this time, Ji Qingzhuo felt that Shen Rongyu's movements paused. She heard that his breathing was a little different from usual. Some of the rhythms were messed up. When that little out-of-control mistake appeared, it would be like an avalanche. Messy hair.

She panicked, always worrying that she had done something wrong. Her hand holding the pen moved slightly due to nervousness, and trembled slightly on the umbrella, leaving a bright red mark.

All along the spine, the gentle pressing touch separated the hair brushes. After a pause, he stroked gently again.

Shen Rongyu's breathing stagnated, and without any thought, he held Ji Qingzhuo's hand, led her to place the pen on the umbrella, and then turned his beautiful wrist bone.

Ji Qingzhuo's movements were soft and her reaction was slow. Her hand was dragged by him and slowly turned around on the umbrella. The sharp edge of the brush painted the ends of the fallen petals, slender and delicate, filled with the beauty of spring. .

She closed her eyes, not knowing what she had drawn, and looking forward to it.

Ji Qing thought that her eyes were feeling better, so she opened them a little and took a peek at the outline of falling flowers she had drawn.

Shen Rongyu's mute voice came: "Why did you open your eyes?"

Ji Qingzhuo was facing Umbrella. At such a close distance, he could naturally get Umbrella's field of vision.

One after another, two eyes, the same person, looked at her like this.

Of course Ji Qingzhuo didn't know how Shen Rongyu noticed that she opened her eyes. Anyway, it didn't seem strange that a big villain could do such a thing, but after looking at the bright red outline, her eyes started to hurt again.

She closed her eyes again.

Shen Rongyu held her wrist, and after drawing the outline of the petals, the pen tip left the umbrella.

The feeling of close contact with the back disappeared, but the feeling of the soft tip of the pen was still there, gently scratching.

Shen Rongyu's movements were still smooth, but Ji Qingzhuo, whose hand was held in his palm, could feel the trembling of his fingertips.

He was just drawing an umbrella pattern, he seemed a little cautious...

Ji Qingzhuo spoke and comforted Shen Rongyu: "Brother Xiaoyu, don't be nervous. If the painting is broken, I will continue to use it."

Shen Rongyu held her hand tightly, Close her slightly spread fingers.

The tip of his tongue touched the roof of his mouth and he uttered two words in a clear and eloquent tone: "Idiot."

These two words always had some special meaning. In the darkness with his eyes closed, Ji Qingzhuo felt that his soul was about to collapse. Floating out, Shen Rongyu, who was leading her painting at this time, seemed to collapse, and the blood flowed down, turning into the familiar red air flow.

She raised her head and rubbed against Shen Rongyu's chest. She couldn't distinguish reality.

Although Shen Rongyu felt his slightly intimate touch, he did not speak and only led Ji Qingzhuo's hand to turn at an angle.

The tip of the pen was tilted and immersed in the blood in the inkstone. In an instant, the originally dry tip of the pen was stained with moist blood.

Ji Qingzhuo couldn't see it, but Shen Rongyu's gaze remained on the tip of the brush, which was so finely moistened that there was a drop of blood condensed on it.

His movement paused and did not move again. It was very steady. The blood droplets on the tip of the pen were just hanging there, not yet dripping.

Ji Qingzhuo had been waiting for a long time. She couldn't hold the pen, and her fingers trembled. Blood beads fell from the tip of the pen and dripped to the center of the inkstone, creating a circle of ripples.

Shen Rongyu led her, opened the pen again, and pressed it down diagonally.

His thumb pressed on Ji Qingzhuo's wrist. Ji Qingzhuo was actually very nervous at this time, and he felt his pulse beating suddenly.

"What are you nervous about?" Shen Rongyu asked.

Ji Qingzhuo wouldn't lie: "There's nothing to be nervous about, but... it's just that my heart is beating so fast."

She really didn't know what happened, why was it like this, wasn't it just painting?

Shen Rongyu turned his head sideways, and now his attention was on the brush again.

The hands of the two fell together, and the brush fell sideways in the center of the drawn outline of the falling flower. The falling flower must have a sense of transparency, so the brush must be drawn with one touch.

With just one click of the brush, the faint peach blossom mark fell on it and then moved away immediately.

Such a short and quick touch became even more intense, and Shen Rongyu's long eyebrows raised slightly.

"Did you finish the painting?" Ji Qingzhuo couldn't wait. The current atmosphere and Shen Rongyu's embrace were unfamiliar to her, so she wanted to leave first.

But Shen Rongyu lowered his head and put his chin on the top of her head: "Does it look good?"

Ji Qingzhuo didn't open her eyes, but she knew it must look good because Shen Rongyu controlled the ink pen with her with incredible strength, so she nodded. Said: "It looks good."

"If Zhuo Zhuo thinks it looks good, just draw a few more flowers." Shen Rongyu's tone was filled with a little joy.

Ji Qingzhuo: "?"

Although she was confused, she still let Shen Rongyu continue painting, but she listened carefully to Shen Rongyu's breathing, and she found that although his hand movements were steady and skillful, his mind seemed not calm?

Shen Rongyu...what's wrong?

The feeling he gave her now was just like the feeling he gave her when he tied the jade pendant on her that night.

Villains are always weird like this. Ji Qingzhuo came to a conclusion.

Finally, Shen Rongyu had enough painting - maybe not enough, but just not enough blood. He just painted a flower, and he didn't pretend to be much.

Ji Qingzhuo's hand was dragged by him, and on the umbrella surface, a line of light and shadow of fallen flowers was wiped out by the remaining ink, which was completely dried.

Shen Rongyu sighed gently in Ji Qingzhuo's ear. The meaning of the sigh was unclear, but there was a tremor in the end.

He didn't let go of Ji Qingzhuo's arms. Ji Qingzhuo was sick and weak, so he didn't move away.

She opened her eyes and looked at the few more fallen flowers on the umbrella. The layout and shape were wonderful. She couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Xiaoyu, it looks even better."

Ji Qingzhuo lowered his head and said directly I held the umbrella and touched it carefully. I felt very satisfied.

Because of her behavior, Shen Rongyu suddenly took two steps back and said, "Try to put it into the space in your purse from now on."

As long as Ji Qingzhuo didn't touch it, he wouldn't feel the pain from the umbrella. Touch and other information.

Ji Qingzhuo said categorically: "No."

Shen Rongyu's laughter was still a little hoarse, and he smiled and said: "Then no."

He was about to take the inkstone back when Ji Qingzhuo looked at the trace of blood remaining in the middle of the inkstone and asked : "Brother Xiaoyu, what color is the paint here?"

"It's blood." Shen Rongyu told the truth to scare her.

Ji Qingzhuo actually believed it: "Is mine OK?"

"No." Shen Rongyu said, he didn't expect Ji Qingzhuo to believe whatever he said.

Ji Qingzhuo said with some disappointment, "Okay."

"Zhuozhuo, want to give it a try?" Shen Rongyu actually asked.

Ji Qingzhuo had read a lot of fairy tales, in which the protagonists used blood as a contract to bind magic weapons. She thought that this was what Shen Rongyu meant when she said "blood", and she remembered that she had never used blood to make a contract with Umbrella. .

She thought, how about giving it a try, just in case it works, then this umbrella that she likes so much would be considered a contract with her, and it would completely belong to her.

"I think so." Ji Qingzhuo nodded. She was purely influenced by some novels about cultivating immortals.

"Okay." Shen Rongyu actually agreed.

It is impossible for ordinary paint to color this umbrella. After all, it is an invulnerable magic weapon.

Ji Qingzhuo's blood will naturally fall along the umbrella surface like rain falling on it.

Shen Rongyu helped Ji Qingzhuo cut his fingertip, which hurt a little, but Ji Qingzhuo could bear it.

She closed her eyes, and the blood from her fingertips slowly dripped into the inkstone, making a subtle "ticking" sound.

When it was almost enough, Shen Rongyu closed her hand and rubbed the powder on her fingertips, and the wound closed instantly.

Ji Qingzhuo could briefly look at the bright red color, and she asked Shen Rongyu: "Brother Xiaoyu, what are you painting?"

"Whatever you like, just paint it." Shen Rongyu said, of course he let Ji Qingzhuo do whatever he wanted, after all There was no way she could succeed.

When Ji Qingzhuo carved the epiphyllum jade pendant for Shen Rongyu, she first practiced the epiphyllum painting method for a long time. Although the final product was not very good, her initial draft of the epiphyllum was still good.

So she dipped some of her own blood and said softly: "Senior Brother Xiaoyu, is Epiphyllum okay?"

"Yes." Shen Rongyu looked at her with a smile. The out-of-control emotion when he was painting had dissipated, and now he was calm and composed.

Ji Qingzhuo's hand held the pen and dropped it tremblingly on the umbrella. When the tip of the pen was no longer controlled by Shen Rongyu and touched the umbrella, Shen Rongyu regretted it again. The direction of writing was controlled by him, and Ji Qingzhuo could not predict it. The way of writing is a completely different experience.

She deliberately found a corner to draw the epiphyllum, because this would not damage the original drawing of the umbrella. As she painted in detail, Shen Rongyu's breathing became more and more chaotic.

This place happens to be at the back of Shen Rongyu's neck, down from the spine, hidden a little below the collar. If the dignified collar is a little messy, a little of the skin here will be exposed.

Ji Qingzhuo painted very quickly because she couldn't look at the color for a long time. Shen Rongyu's eyes were staring at her. He was silent and just clenched his hands slightly.

——He is indeed a model of asking for trouble.

The brush tip is soft, even with some of Ji Qingzhuo's unique laziness. It brushes the back of the neck so softly, which is a different and comfortable feeling.

Obviously Ji Qingzhuo felt that he was painting very quickly, but Shen Rongyu felt that the time was extremely slow.

After a long while, Ji Qingzhuo showed him the umbrella surface, revealing a small red epiphyllum in the corner - in this complete umbrella surface drawing, it is more like the artist's signature.

"I drew it." Ji Qingzhuo said to Shen Rongyu.

Shen Rongyu's voice was hoarse: "It looks good, but don't touch it with water."

He knew clearly that if it touched water, this little epiphyllum would be washed away.

"Okay." Ji Qingzhuo said happily holding his umbrella.

Shen Rongyu left quickly, while Ji Qingzhuo continued to close his eyes for a while and open his eyes for a while in his small courtyard to appreciate his paintings.

The epiphyllum she painted is really beautiful, except for the wrong color, but the temperament is in place.

Shen Rongyu returned to his residence and took a bath. In the autumn, the water was cold.

Cold water droplets fell down his skin. He walked up from the small pool in the courtyard and pulled off the large robe from the truss.

He entered the room, looked in the mirror, and was about to put on his clothes, but when he turned around, he saw in the mirror a long black slender scar along his spine.

Now at the end of the scar, on the back of the neck, where Ji Qing had just painted the epiphyllum, there was a bright red color, which looked like a dream in the mirror.

This time, the usually calm thin ice in Shen Rongyu's eyes was completely shattered, completely shattered.

In the mirror, above the ugly scar, there is a small fairy flower, which is as red as blood.

——The shape and lines are exactly the same as the one drawn by Ji Qingzhuo.

The author has something to say:

Sorry, I started laughing hahahahahahahahahaha

Zhuozhuo: Make a mark.

Xiaoyu: Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Zhuozhuo: It's mine.

Xiaoyu:? ? ?