the lord of all monsters

Chapter 135 The Confused Genius Beautiful Girl Painter Xi Yan
The painting on the wall beside him opened his eyes!
This discovery shocked Wang Zijun. Although she had made various psychological preparations before coming here, the continuous abnormal events continued to challenge her three views.

Wang Zijun took a few steps back unconsciously, staring closely at the portrait with opened eyes.

I saw that the portrait began to move slowly, and the whole body stretched back a bit, and then stretched forward, as if Sadako emerged from the TV, as if she was about to emerge from the painting.

The prince who watched was terrified.

On the other hand, Zhang Yu walked forward with a helpless expression, and stretched out his hands to greet him.

The wall began to fluctuate like water ripples, and then the person in the painting fell out of the wall and landed in Zhang Yu's arms with open arms.

"Senior Sister Ninth, wake up."

"Woo~"

The man in the painting put his arms around Zhang Yu's neck, made a sound like a small animal in his nasal cavity, hid his head in Zhang Yu's arms, and tried to continue sleeping in an awkward position.

In desperation, Zhang Yu had no choice but to hold her and turn around, facing Wang Zijun, and apologized to her with an awkward smile.

Only now did Wang Zijun regain his composure, that the person in the painting was a girl who looked like thirteen or fourteen years old.

She has a delicate and beautiful face, her long black hair reaches her waist, and she is wearing a dark green plain dress with water sleeves, but it looks very messy, revealing a large snow-white arm and a petite and exquisite collarbone.

Her eyes were half-closed and half-awake, and her small nose let out a whimper or two from time to time.

Seeing the girl's shameless appearance, Zhang Yu could only helplessly shake his head, continue to hold her, and said apologetically:

"This is my Ninth Senior Sister, Xi Yan, master of Chinese painting Xi Wanshan, granddaughter of Mr. Xi. She had an accident in her practice when she was young, and her body and mind will always stay at the age of 13."

"But even so, Ninth Senior Sister is still the top master of the Dao of painting, and it's best for her to do your psionic circuit."

Wang Zijun nodded yes.

At this time, she also realized that the voice was like weeping and complaining, like in a dream, she really didn't wake up.

Probably waited for a while.

Xi Yan gradually got rid of sleepiness, opened her sleepy eyes, rubbed her eyes softly and whitely, then opened her eyes, and saw Zhang Yu who was hugging her clearly.

"Yu~"

Xi Yan who just woke up was still a little confused, but her voice was less hazy and more ethereal. She didn't feel shy at all because she was held in the arms of a grown man. Instead, she stretched out her hand and moved Zhang Yu's face to own direction.

"Yu, I'm hungry."

"No, you have to dress and wash before you can eat."

Xiyan's orchid-like voice and delicate and lovely face made Wang Zijun, a girl, a little bit unable to help but want to agree to her, but Zhang Yu refused with words like coaxing a child.

"Yu, bad..."

Hearing Zhang Yu's refusal, Xi Yan pouted a little unhappy, but still quietly snuggled into Zhang Yu's arms.

Zhang Yu hugged Xi Yan and walked to the edge of the wall, stretched out his hand and tapped the wall twice, and two more humanoid creatures detached from the wall.

One of them was wearing a blue and white ancient gown, while the other was in a black and white suit. They looked like housekeepers. After detaching from the wall, they stood quietly on both sides of Xiyan.

They stood together with Zhang Yu, and Wang Zijun immediately noticed something wrong. The temperament and expression of the two people in the painting seemed to be [-]% similar to Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu looked at the person in the painting in front of him and said:
"Take the lady to make up."

"Yes."

The two people in the painting should be there immediately, and they stepped forward to take Xiyan from Zhang Yu's hands, but their expressions and tone were no different from living people in Wang Zijun's eyes.

It was just when Xi Yan was about to leave Zhang Yu's arms.

Zhang Yu found that his sleeve was grabbed by Xiyan, and the two people in the painting also stopped moving.

Xiyan looked at Zhang Yu pitifully, and said in an ethereal voice:
"Yu, don't be a puppet, come here Yu."

"Okay~"

Zhang Yu was also defeated by Xiyan, and couldn't bear to continue to reject her, so he had to hug her small body and said in response:
"I really can't do anything about you, my little ancestor."

"Hee~"

Hearing Zhang Yu's agreement, Xi Yan's face immediately became a little brighter, and her voice became a little more lively.

Zhang Yu walked towards a wall with Xiyan in his arms. The paintings on this wall looked a little strange to Wang Zijun. The paintings on it were neatly arranged clothes, including Chinese ancient costumes, Rococo dresses, and OL dresses. windy suit...

Zhang Yu just hugged Xi Yan like this, and the two discussed with the wall, as if they were deciding which one to wear.

This kind of behavior that seems to be crazy to ordinary people, but the two of them did not feel any disobedience when they did it.

After seeing many things beyond common sense, Wang Zijun didn't talk too much, but stood quietly and watched.

The two discussed for a long time and seemed to have finally made a decision.

Zhang Yu stretched out his hand to grab the wall, and he grabbed a moon-white gown with cloud sleeves and water patterns in his hand. After a few more strokes, the matching white underwear and boots also appeared in his hand. The original position of the piece of clothing turned into a blue background of masonry.

This magical ability, no matter how many times he has seen it, Wang Zijun will feel miraculous.

It is the ability that women dream of!

Coach, I want to learn this!

Cough cough cough...

No.

Wang Zijun tried his best to hold back his excitement, the extraordinary existence and all kinds of magical abilities were so clearly displayed in front of her eyes.

Seeing Zhang Yu take out the clothes, Xi Yan jumped out of Zhang Yu's arms, and unscrupulously untied the already messy dark green plain dress with water sleeves.

"Hello!"

Wang Zijun couldn't help but reminded.

After all, Zhang Yu is an adult male, it's not good for Xiyan to do this.

Hearing the sound, Xi Yan turned around, tilted her head and looked at Wang Zijun suspiciously, and then suddenly realized that with a wave of her hand, a moon-white brilliance appeared, blocking Wang Zijun.

...?
I'm not letting you block me, hey!

Wang Zijun felt that there was something wrong with the world, or something wrong with himself.

Soon.

Zhang Yu led Xi Yan who had washed and dressed, and walked out of the white light. At this time, Xi Yan was wearing a moon-white robe, a white headband on her head, and black leather boots with dark patterns on her feet, very much like a fairy in a story about cultivating immortals Senior Sister Gao Leng.

The two painted puppets just prepared the meal at this time, and they were quietly waiting on both sides of the dining table.

While Xiyan was eating quietly, Wang Zijun asked Zhang Yu in a low voice:

"You two are like this, don't you think there's anything wrong? Your teachers and family members don't object? Or..."

Zhang Yu knew that she was thinking wrong, so he said frankly:

"Ninth Senior Sister is innocent and innocent, and obsessed with painting. She doesn't care about herself and has no ability to take care of herself, but she treats me very well. Therefore, since entering the sect, as long as I am here, I will be responsible for the nine. The diet and daily life of the senior sister has so far..."

"Seven years, nine months, 27 days, five hours, eighteen minutes and 14 seconds."

Xiyan's crisp and sure voice came.

(End of this chapter)