[No CP] Monster Race Growth Daily

Although he had a premonition that he would see this person again, Bu Shengyao obviously didn't expect it to be so soon.

And he has reason to believe that this "coincidence" is definitely not a coincidence!

Don't think he didn't see it. When the great grandfather and the others brought him into the arena, it seemed that they showed a very tall invitation letter.

It's a coincidence that all the invitations came here on their own initiative? !

"I didn't expect this to be a child of your family." Clement Dolan looked a little surprised, "Because she doesn't seem very interested in this art exhibition."

"It's the daughter who stayed at home. Her name is Yao Xiaoxiao. Everyone must know that I ran away from home because of art. This child resolutely came to me because of a small accident." Bu Liumu relied on his own strength. With a tender face, she ran the train with her mouth full of no pressure, and made up a set of stories.

By the way, Bu Liumu's alias in heaven is Yao Mu.

Clement Dolan: "Yao Xiaoxiao? I heard Xiao is a musical instrument?"

Bu Liumu smiled and said, "That's right, but this kid doesn't seem to like musical instruments at all."

Clement Doran said: "Then she will always follow you two from now on?"

Yuan Xiu: "Why, children who run away from home should be sent back after their parents calm down."

Bu Liumu nodded in agreement with this statement: "Exactly."

The three adults exchanged pleasantries here, and Bu Shengyao studied hard to make a qualified scenery board with a blank face.

Of course, the galloping horses in Bu Shengyao's heart are another story.

No one ever told him that his two elders were famous designers in the heavens!

Although the realm doesn't seem to have anything to do with painters, its status in the heaven realm is equal to that of Mr. Clement Dolan!

Then the question came, why did the elders who reminded him to be vigilant brought him to meet such a dangerous person?

Create opportunities...for what?

Bu Shengyao subconsciously wanted to touch the mobile phone in his trouser pocket and go to Tianjie.com to check things.

Then felt empty.

Only then did I remember that today, in order to match his status as "the daughter of a young man from the Yaozu who lived alone in the heaven and finally rented an apartment with his friends", he...was put on a skirt again.

Lolita style, black and white red classic lace check.There are white knee-high princess socks and black leather shoes.

With a crossbody bag in the same color, there is even a cute little hat.

Even the hair was turned into a double ponytail.

If he hadn't come to wear it, he would, well, appreciate it!

Even with panties on it's still very...

"My lovely little lady, do I have the honor to invite you to take a look at the art exhibition?" Clement Dolan stretched out his hand to him, "You must have not paid attention to this art feast yesterday. read it."

Bu Shengyao was not too willing to agree, but when he turned his head, he found that his elders had disappeared.

He made a judgment almost instantly: Grandpa and the others didn't know why, but wanted to get in touch with this Clement Dorando.

This is like sending your own domestic cabbage to the mouth of a large beast for gnawing!

It doesn't make sense! !

Bu Shengyao thought about it, and decided to wait and see: "Uncle, your tone sounds like a kidnapper. And even if you say that, I won't go home with you."

Clement Dolan: "After hearing this, your father will definitely break up with me."

Bu Shengyao: "Then let's go, don't you want to take me to the exhibition?"

In the end, Clement Dolan could only lament that children's minds are hard to guess.

Flexible and divergent.

Causal logic is also very difficult to understand.

He took Bu Shengyao's hand and walked towards the venue.

Bu Liumu, who pretended to have a phone and entrusted the child first, was actually hiding in the dark.

After watching his great-grandson being taken away, he choked up and said, "Why, why should I take the initiative to send my little cabbage to that guy?!"

In a way, the thoughts of Bu Liumu and Bu Shengyao are really in sync sometimes.

Yuan Xiu reassured him: "It doesn't matter, you just treat yourself as if you were intoxicated while cultivating demon power. The process is painful, so you must find a way to treat it. As long as it is cured in the end, you can't escape the necessary forbearance."

Bu Liumu: "So why is it that such a pervert got the things! I don't think the previous trip to the human world went well?"

Yuan Xiu: "But we still don't know what the opportunity for recycling is!"

Bu Liumu: "So what should I do..."

Yuan Xiu: "...and you and I are escorting this child, don't worry too much."

Another day passed quickly.

Bu Shengyao was like a disabled person when he was brought home.

Bu Liumu sat in front of Bu Shengyao, ready to fight.

Bu Shengyao was drowsy and spread out into a monster cake.The little skirt on her body was wrinkled like a pickle.

Stepping Wood: "..."

Reach out and pinch.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Bu Shengyao burst into tears: "Grandpa, what kind of demon are you, old man?"

Bu Liumu smiled very brightly: "So how did you play with Mr. Dolan today?"

Bu Shengyao thought about it hard: "It's very good, and it's dreamy."

Bu Liumu: "Huh? Very good? Dreamy?"

Bu Shengyao: "Yes, Clement is really a gentleman. He even praised me as a lovely little lady."

"Did you know, he actually carries a bandage with him! I accidentally scratched my finger before, and he took out the bandage to treat the wound for me as if by magic."

"Funny and humorous, people like you, grandpa, will not understand this kind of romance."

"I think I'm going to marry him when I grow up!"

Those eyes are really shining.

Bu Liumu: "..." I hate it.

Bu Shengyao frowned: "Grandpa, you can't do this, you are too prejudiced against Clement, he is really a good person, and invited me to date at the Holy Land Cafe next week!"

Bu Liumu: "Do you remember who you are?"

Bu Shengyao's eyes were a little confused, but he quickly became firm: "Grandpa, your good daughter!"

Bu Liumu: "...I'll fuck him."

He suddenly stretched out his hand and shook Sheng Yao in various ways, and after shaking the child unconscious, he turned his head and shouted to Yuan Xiu: "Damn it! When did Yao Yao be brainwashed by someone who killed thousands of knives?!"

Yuan Xiu was also surprised: "This is..."

Bu Liumu continued to be mad: "I heard that Yaoyao has already started to learn the ability of the spiritual system. What the hell Clement, how could he make Yaoyao's cognition confused in just one day?!"

Yuan Xiu: "...Calm down."

Bu Liumu: "Ahhhhhhhhh what time is it?!"

"Tie—" He punched Bu Liumu on the head with his hard fist, and then the world became quiet.

"Bu Liumu, I'm not talking about you, can you still be neurotic?" Yuan Xiu said coldly, "I hope you don't inherit this."

"Now your only role is to check A Yao well, understand?"

"That's all you need for your neuroticism. You are an expert in spirituality."

"Clement Dolan used unknown means, now is not the time to panic."

Bicui Tianshui Art Exchange Hall.

Although the Art Exchange Day is called a day, it is not just a day.

It takes a week in total.

This time, it was a grand event shared by the North Seven Islands, rather than being supervised by the Ningbi Island family in previous years.

A large scale means that there are many things to do, and there are many people who come here attracted by the name.

With the help of the staff, Clement Dolan finally escaped from the crowd.

He returned to his temporary residence—this is also his temporary studio.

Othello Allard gave his friend a sympathetic look, bid farewell to Shi Shiran, and went to supervise the layout of the scene to be used the next day.

Clement's gentle and melancholy expression slowly disappeared from his face as Othello disappeared outside the door.

It's like that revered artist is slowly disappearing.

His expression became a bit like joy and a bit like trying to suppress something, and it looked like a subtle madness.

"Is it her...my perfect work?"

A delicate face, a body between a girl and a child.

A pure smile coupled with a body full of scars and suffering.

The contradictory temperament of hardness and softness, after being cleaned, the mind devoutly believes in my god.

Clement locked the doors and windows and drew the heavy curtains.Turning on all the dazzling white lights, he slowly took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves earnestly, picked up a small knife and cut a long wound on his forearm.

Judging by the amount of bleeding, it was really merciless, and the wound was deep.

The paler neck skin under the light reflects the distorted scars on the arms, and the visual effect is very striking.

There were many criss-crossing scars on that arm, some old and some new.

Skin tones can barely be seen beneath rugged scars, the result of years and years.

He stroked deeply, and the blood quickly slid down his wrist and dripped into a small bowl that had been prepared long ago.

Clement looked at the golden blood mixed with red, and laughed: "My God, is this proof that you haven't abandoned me?"

The dizziness caused by blood loss did not stop Clement from doing the next thing. He carefully wrapped the wound with the bandage he carried with him, and then took out the paintbrush.

On the easel is a half-finished painting, the thick crimson dark clouds are pierced by a few strands of blood-colored golden light.

The strange hope of dawn.

you are mine.

Clement's hand holding the paintbrush trembled a little, and blood seeped through the layers of bandages.

you are mine.

Clement's sense of smell seemed to be a step behind before he smelled the thick blood.

you are mine.

Clement dropped his paintbrush and laughed until tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, which he wiped away with his hand.

"You will be mine, Miss Yao."

The author has something to say: I am not a professional in painting or something.

and a small theater.

Bu Liumu: The great-grandson went to the art exhibition and went home stupid, which is really worrying

Bu Shengyao: I am the daughter of my great-grandpa hehehe

Yuan Xiu: ...So Bu Liumu, can you stop putting a skirt on A Yao so happily?

Bu Shengyao: No, I only wear nice skirts!

Yuan Xiu: Then don't regret it in the future. (Takes out the phone and pats it)