The True Nature of the Ghost Doctor: The Ugly Girl Will Go Against the Sky

Xiao Bailu was not convinced, and pointed to Duan Muya and said, "Nonsense, my master is a human being. She is very good at painting, and she can definitely paint too!"

"No, I can not."

Duanmu Yawang laughed and said: "No matter how good I paint, I am not specializing in this aspect. Even a master of this kind of painting may not be able to paint. I am almost like a three-legged cat in front of this painter."

The little white deer was speechless: "As for, so exaggerated?"

"As for."

Duanmuya nodded his nose, "Take a good look for yourself."

Little Bailu had seen it, he felt very lifelike, and stopped looking down, pouting: "That must be an old demon king who has practiced for hundreds of years. If you have practiced for hundreds of years, it must be too. Different."

"You also said that people have had their skills for hundreds of years. How old am I?" Duanmu Yawang felt that Xiao Bailu's words were contradictory. "Skills has specialization, but not everyone has such a degree of concentration. And specialization is already amazing."

Having said that, don't forget to educate the little white deer: "Look at you, but you have lived for quite a few years, not so much spiritual power."

"..."

Little Bailu didn't dare to speak for a moment.

Yin Huiyin smiled and said, "For nothing, you look at you and ask for trouble."

"Then you don't feel sorry for me." Little Bailu pouted, touching the tip of his nose: "If Fei Fei would not say me."

Yin Huiyin's eyes deepened, smiled and shook his head, no longer replying.

After watching Ye Nongying, she sighed and put down the magnifying glass, frowning at Duanmu Yawang: "Are you sure you want to copy this painting? I tell you, my painter is fine, but I can't copy a painting with such terrible details. , Don't let me do it."

Duanmu Yawang shook his head and said firmly: "There are too many details, and I have to spend too much time alone. How about working together in a division of labor?"

Ye Nongying cried her face, "Anyway, Pang Fengyu is dead. There are so many paintings in his room. The people here are good at it, but they don’t necessarily like ancient paintings. They definitely don’t care so much, or just forget it. Even if we are discovered, we will not necessarily be suspicious. Don't forget, we are just two weak women."

It was the first time that Duanmu Yawang heard Ye Nongying's troubles, and was amused: "I really can't believe that the eldest lady of God of Ghosts will tell me one day that she is just a weak woman."

Ye Nongying curled her mouth: "I have always been able to bend and stretch."

Duanmuya didn't want to quarrel with her, and nodded in deep thought: "That's right, copying this one is too time-consuming, even if we two stay awake, it will take at least three days and three nights, so forget it."

"Yeah."

Ye Nongying applauded and blinked her eyes slyly and said: "Furthermore, even if you suspect that someone has been stolen, you must search this street again. We put things in the medical system, who can find it!"

"that is!"

The little white deer nodded again and again, only to raise his feet in agreement.

Ever since, everyone rested.

When they woke up the next day, everyone went downstairs. Mrs. Bai and Mrs. Ji made breakfast. After they went downstairs, they hurriedly greeted them to eat.

Sitting down, holding up the bowl, Duan Muya Wang looked casually asked: "Didn't you mean that everyone helped Long Feizong's family members clean up the corpses? How is it going now?"

Mrs. Ji was chewing the crisp radish pickled cabbage, and she raised her eyes curiously: "Didn't you all go out at night? Didn't you go and take a look when you passed by?"

The little white deer pouted, and said with a milky voice: "Passing is passing, but I don't look at such terrible things!"

Mrs. Ji loved him and hurriedly coaxed: "Yes, yes, why did I forget that our little baby is here, little baby doesn't look at such **** and stinky things."

After finishing talking, he peeled an egg to him like a compensation. After putting it in his bowl, he did not forget to explain Duanmu Yawang: "Miss Duanmu, you can go and see if you are curious, but don't take it in vain. Scared him."

"..."

He has seen more **** scenes than her!

Duanmu Ya looked secretly and smirked, squeezing a smile on her face: "That's natural."

Mrs. Ji was relieved, and Mrs. Bai sighed, "Although it is to help, many people have heard that while helping and saying something unpleasant, it seems that they will secretly pass on something. Speaking of which, those family members are now down. Become a poor man."

Mrs. Ji said annoyed: "This time I can see some people clearly."

Mr. Bai was not uncomfortable, and said lightly: "There are few things that go along. Many people are unwilling to do white jobs and ask for some remuneration. In addition, they have been suppressed so much by Long Feizong, so there is nothing wrong with whispering."

Mrs. Ji sighed: "Indeed, we can't ask everyone to be like us. We are usually less oppressed. It is normal for them to vent their hearts."

When the women are together, it is inevitable that they like to talk. Mrs. Bai listened and added: "However, I heard that the Wang family in the west is particularly hateful. It's not just a bit of a thing, it's simple, I heard that you will also leave the family of Pang Junshi's house. A lot of food."

"Is it?"

Mrs. Ji came with interest, and the two of them lit up, discussing the gossip of the neighbourhood together. After listening to Mrs. Bai, they didn't forget to talk to Mrs. Bai about who else was on the street.

They said that Duanmu Yawang listened, but they didn't talk about the lack of painting in Pang Fengyu's house, and they were relieved immediately.

After having breakfast in a hurry, Mrs. Ji was called away by Mr. Ji, and asked to continue to help Long Feizong’s family members to clean up the yard. Mrs. Bai also went to coax the children. Duan Muya thought for a while and said: “We don’t know if we just study painting. When the research comes, it's better for us to go to the field to investigate."

"Field trips?"

The word was modernized a bit, and the people in Ye Nongying didn't react.

Duanmu Yawang pinched her eyebrows, and said helplessly, "Just go and see where the painting was."

"Oh oh."

Several people reacted and nodded excitedly: "Okay, maybe we can find something, maybe!"

As a result, a group of people flew away.

On the way out, they really found that many people introduced were helping Long Feizong's family members to clean the yard and deal with the **** smell of the yard.

Duanmu Yawang felt the smell of blood smelled bad even if the scorching sun was a distance away.

Little Bailu lay on the back of the dog and looked down and said, "I think people are really weird. The bully was punished. Everyone was happy for a while, and started to complain again because of the trivial matter of cleaning up the corpse. "

He asked Duanmu Yawang incomprehensibly: "There are so many dead bodies. People who don't clean up this street don't want to live a good life. Long Fei Zong is an old and weak woman and child. Shouldn't they make a little effort to benefit others and themselves?"

"But not everyone thinks that way."

Duanmu Yawang smiled, touched his head, and said lightly: "People, most of them are self-interested."