Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Many students who had lustful thoughts immediately covered their faces and cried out in pain.

The white-scaled poisonous snake bared its fangs ferociously.

Hiss——

The students who were beaten retreated together, retreating with fear in their eyes.

Kong Liu, who had successfully squeezed to the front row of the crowd, looked at the empty space several meters away and asked casually, "Why isn't there anyone standing in the front?"

"If you're not afraid of being beaten to death, then just move forward with a licked face and see if that white-scaled snake can't beat you to death!" A cold voice came from the crowd.

Kong Liu took half a step forward, but decisively retracted it under the threat of the high and cold snake tail.

Then he whistled as if nothing had happened, while glancing around.

This disguised glance actually made him see a familiar figure that should never be here.

Kong Liu was surprised and squeezed towards that place while saying "Excuse me".

In the corner, under an umbrella, next to a simple small drawing board, there is a row of priceless spiritual brushes.

A female cultivator was standing bent over under an umbrella, using the projections of spirit insects and moths to sometimes splash ink and sometimes carefully outline on Xuanling paper.

She didn't know what she was thinking about, but a strange and crisp laugh came out of her throat. She laughed so hard that her body shook. She leaned into the arms of the tall war servant behind her, wiped her tears, and continued painting with a very strange smile on her face.

"Sister! When did you come back?" Kong Liu was so shocked that his tongue was tied.

"I, I, I came back today."

The female cultivator heard the familiar voice and spoke without even raising her head.

Kong Liu let out an "ow" from his throat, spread his arms and pounced forward.

The female cultivator looked back in horror. She had a beautiful and refined appearance, and her expression revealed a temperament exactly the same as Kong Liu's, which was out of tune.

She said decisively: "Duan Yan, press him!"

The tall warrior behind him took a step forward, clamped Kong Liu's neck and pressed him to the ground while he was already flying in the air.

Kong Xianqing's hands were steady as if he was in concentration. He completed the last few strokes smoothly, threw away the expensive spirit-binding pen, and shook his sore wrist.

Her dark and lively eyes turned slightly, and she stretched out her snow-white hands in front of the war servant.

“Press it.”

The tone was as gentle as the breath of orchid, and extremely delicate.

The war servant was silent and cold in nature. He subconsciously staggered back half a step, too embarrassed to even raise his eyes.

"Sister, I'll come, I'll come."

Kong Liu quickly climbed up, but before he could touch his second sister's hand, a big, broad hand grabbed it first.

Kong Liu: “???”

After a while, Kong Liu brushed off the dust on his robe and looked at the war servant, who was half a head taller than him, squatting down and massaging his sister's wrist obediently.

"Hey, sister, new war servant?" Kong Liu said with a mischievous wink.

The male cultivator was tall and strong, with firm and powerful arms, a handsome and solemn face, and pursed lips. There was a hint of coldness in his handsomeness, which was his sister's consistent aesthetic.

But now, he was like a drawn bow, all the muscles in his body were tense, and he was quite at a loss as to what to do.

Kong Xianqing said without hesitation: "Yes."

Kong Liu gave his sister a thumbs up, full of admiration.

The winner in life, the chosen one, is his second sister.

Not only does she have an extremely high talent for possessing spirits, she also has a great business sense. She is definitely the rich woman in the family, and she may even have more liquid funds than her eldest brother, the head of the family.

Kong Liu is ten years younger than Kong Xianqing, and almost all of his expenses come from his second sister.

To him, Kong Xianqing's existence is like a living Bodhisattva, even better than his own mother!

"Get lost! Stop taking advantage of me. Who wants to be a nanny?"

"Sister~ Beautiful sister~"

"The spirit stones are gone? How many do you want?" Kong Xianqing went straight to the point.

"Two hundred thousand, is that okay~" Kong Liu's tone was extremely affected, and he even tried to be cute.

Unfortunately, he was not five years old, but twenty-five. Kong Xianqing was not only unmoved, he even wanted to hit him.

"One month, save some and spread it out."

Kong Liu immediately took out the spiritual card.

Passing the spirit stone over, Kong Xianqing asked casually, "Where's my brother? Did he give you the pocket money you usually get?"

"Ever since he found out that you indulged me in spending money, not only has he never given me a single spirit stone, he's even tried to get some out of me." Kong Liu complained faintly.

Kong Xianqing: “…”

It is definitely something that the old-fashioned eldest brother can do.

Kong Xianqing, whose mother died young and who seemed to be half a mother to her younger brother, patted Kong Liu on the shoulder and comforted him, "Ignore him. Tell me if it's not enough."

"What are you drawing, sis?"

The Kong family's unique technique of bringing spirits to paintings can make static paintings appear lifelike, as if possessed by spirits and alive.

On the drawing board, it seemed as if another Qi Wu Yue appeared on the paper.

Her raven-blue eyelashes were long and curled, her silver eyes were as bright as glass, her expression was dignified and indifferent, she half-tilted her head and glanced lazily to the side, letting her black hair flow over the armrest of the chair and spread out.

Kong Liu stared blankly for a moment.

The patterns on the cuffs, the tassels of the silver ornaments, and even the hair are all visible.

"Wow...Xiao Xianshu...Sister, your drawing is just a little bit worse than the real person."

Kong Liu stretched out a hand and showed a little fingernail.

"But you came from the inner courtyard to our outer courtyard just to paint beauties?" He wiped his saliva and asked in confusion.

"It's because you are so poor at spirit possession that you can't even draw a third of the beauty's charm."

When he thought of this, Kong Xianqing couldn't help but look at him with disdain.

"You know I don't have good talent." Kong Liu said indifferently.

Half a month ago, he showed Kong Xianqing his best painting of a spirit that he had been dreaming of painting day and night.

Kong Xianqing was drooling, and both the brother and sister turned into face-lovers.

"This face will definitely be the iconic beauty of the college in the near future," Kong Xianqing exclaimed sincerely.

"It's just that the paper is not suitable. Xuanling paper is as soft as clouds and snow, but it lacks the jade-like feeling of a beauty." She said regretfully.

"You can draw but you can't draw randomly." Kong Li said with hint of meaning.

"Of course, your sister is still very law-abiding."

“By the way, help me make an appointment with the beauty. Any time is fine.” Kong Xianqing put away the drawing board, patted his younger brother on the head, and said with a smile.

"Sister, what do you want to do with Xiao Xianshu?" Kong Liu was curious.

"Let's talk about business." Kong Xianqing held his face and said happily.

(Ahem… Kong Xianqing, the wife of the painter of the sese painting that Little Butterfly sees… a professional and experienced sese painting artist with strong brushstrokes, the beauties she draws… ahem… coupled with the Kong family’s unique “spirit attachment” technique, the static becomes dynamic cough cough cough cough cough)

(The little butterfly holding the Sesetu tightly in its hand: A divine treasure! A divine treasure! Madam’s Sesetu smells so good!

Good at painting, good at painting, and more painting, let us say, thank you, Buddha! )