Chapter 270 The Last Masterpiece

Wei Yuan returned to Quan City smoothly.

After getting off the bus, he was pushed back in his wheelchair by Feng Siyu.

Adding to the previous overexertion, he was pale and looked peaceful and weak.

Little A Xuan, on the other hand, was filled with the joy of returning from a mission, ready to go back to Longhu Mountain. Feng Siyu looked at the innate flame pattern between the little Daoist's eyebrows, lost in thought, and then generously shared her favorite snacks. The little Daoist also gave Feng Siyu a handful of sunflower seeds he had dried on the mountain.

Thus, the two achieved the highest friendship of sharing snacks.

After Curator Wei was pushed back to the museum, Feng Siyu did not directly return to her snack shop, which no one ever visited, but instead quietly sneaked to the entrance of the flower shop, then slipped inside, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, and sat aside with bright and well-behaved eyes.

At this moment, the Heavenly Maiden was surrounded.

Ehuang, Nuying, and Yu Ji circled around her.

They were discussing the matter of the gift.

The painter ghost, originally one of the museum's employees, currently working in Yu Ji's studio, was also pulled over. Everyone discussed earnestly:

"It needs to be something that can express sincerity."

"It's best not to be too complicated."

"And it can't be too formal either."

"You know?"

The painter ghost pondered.

Then, she nodded affirmatively and gave a thumbs-up.

'No problem at all.'

Lowering her head, she held her paintbrush and swished it across the canvas. She could be considered a transcendent painter. Just like water ghosts specialize in mixing happy water, perhaps like an alchemist-level master of happy water, all her skill points were invested in painting.

It only took a little while, and the painting was finished.

She turned it around to show the others, her face full of confidence.

'I have exhausted all my prehistoric power. This is my last masterpiece!'

On the white canvas was a huge gift box. Inside the box was a girl wearing a scarlet gold-patterned dress, her black hair like a waterfall, her eyes slightly lowered, her gaze flowing, and feathers like ribbons wrapped around her like the ribbons of a gift box. Ehuang and Nuying were stunned. Yu Ji's hand, which was propping up her chin, slipped. The sunflower seeds in Feng Siyu's hand spilled.

"This, this, this..."

The little Yu clan's feathers behind her instantly opened, surrounding herself. She was too embarrassed to look.

She covered her eyes with her hands, but the gaps between her fingers revealed her bright almond-shaped eyes.

Looking at the Heavenly Maiden in the picture, her eyes were soft, her fair face was flushed, the fabric was soft, and the curves of her body could be seen faintly, giving people beautiful reveries. With a rustling sound, Nuying rushed up and pressed down on the painter ghost's movements, her face flushed red. "This, this, this... this is too avant-garde."

The painter tilted her head.

Ehuang exhaled. The painter had drawn it a little too realistically.

She was dressed very conservatively, but the Kunlun Heavenly Maiden showing such a shy expression made their hearts skip a beat.

It was too unfair.

"Why, is it not okay?"

The painter was puzzled. She really couldn't understand.

"Perhaps Miss Jue wouldn't reject something like this?"

Ehuang pondered.

Everyone looked at the Heavenly Maiden, seeing her still sitting there peacefully, with a hint of a smile, her temperament calm and elegant, as if she hadn't encountered such a huge shock at all. Nuying gasped. Could it be that Jue had been influenced by modern society to such an extent?!

How amazing!

This, this, this…

If the Queen Mother of the West woke up, would she feel that her child had been corrupted?

In her mind, she instantly imagined a small essay of eighteen thousand words: a cold and stern mother bringing Kunlun Mountain's Red Flower Double Staff, hitman number one, Ying Long, descending from the sky, ruthlessly separating the museum owner and the Kunlun Heavenly Maiden. The museum owner fell to the ground, delicate and weak, and the Kunlun Heavenly Maiden was ruthlessly taken away. Finally, Ying Long, wearing sunglasses and a suit, took out a savings book with the password of eight eights and threw it in the museum owner's face.

Nuying's eyes lit up, eager to try.

That seems not bad…

Ehuang quickly discovered the problem.

She sighed helplessly, prompting everyone to look over. Then, she reached out and waved her hand in front of the Heavenly Maiden.

The Heavenly Maiden smiled gently and elegantly, "Elegant, elegant, elegant..."

The corner of Ehuang's mouth twitched. She reached out and brushed back a strand of black hair from Jue's temples, revealing her fiery red ear. She reached out and poked the Heavenly Maiden, then turned back and explained, "It's probably, the impact is too great..."

Feng Siyu suddenly understood:

"So the brain started a self-protection program? The CPU can't handle it and is about to burn out?"

Ehuang was stunned for a moment.

Then, after pondering for a few seconds, she nodded and said, "That's probably it."

"However, I thought of a method."

She slowly opened her mouth and explained her idea.

A moment later, the painter lowered her head and worked diligently, swishing out a painting.

Then she turned the canvas towards Jue.

She gave a thumbs-up.

"Take a look at this? This is my last masterpiece!"

Ehuang was too weak to remind the painter that she was actually a young woman, and that she had already said this sentence many times. She just reached out and pressed Jue's shoulder, shaking her slightly, and said, "Jue, take a look..."

She called out several times in a row.

The girl blinked and looked at the canvas, then her expression froze.

Ehuang reached out and brushed back the girl's black hair.

She reached out and touched Jue's cheek.

She looked at the painter, "It's too stimulating, but it's much better than the first one."

"Restrain it a little more."

"However, your painting style, why is it a little strange..."

The painter smiled shyly, then reached out and gave a thumbs-up.

Her delicate face had an expression of boldness that said, 'Leave it to me, don't worry.'

"Don't worry."

"I've already come ashore, you know!"

"Oh, come ashore... Huh?!"

Ehuang said a sentence, then suddenly realized something was wrong and suddenly looked up.

What did you draw before?

Wei Yuan…

Do the employees of this museum all have some kind of big problem?

Nuying looked at her sister in confusion, "Come ashore? What is that?"

It's a doujinshi. (fan-made comics)

Ehuang had a sisterly, doting smile on her face and said gently:

"It just means drawing landscape paintings on the shore."

"Nuying, you can't look at it."

……………………

While Jue's brain was in a long-term short circuit, being ruthlessly used by Ehuang to confirm her tolerance to pick a gift, inside the museum, the Wei person who had just dealt with Takamagahara was sitting in a wheelchair, his fingers interlaced, propping up his chin, and said, "So, I need your help."

"To complete this gift."

"Any ideas?"

The water ghost elegantly swirled his goblet: "Confess your love."

The Qi Family Army soldier soul wiped his blade: "Confess your love."

The Yuangue monk put his palms together: "Amitabha, why don't you, Curator Wei, become a monk with me?"

There was also an old voice: "Confess your love."

Wei Yuan's forehead twitched. He looked at the smiling old Daoist next to him, or rather, Zhang Ruosu, who was using a paper doll in the museum to create a clone, and sighed, "Daoist Zhang, why are you joining in on the fun..."

Zhang Ruosu's eyes were full of the golden light of Qingqiu Kingdom's spirit materials.

The Daoist state of mind is empty and selfless, pursuing the true heart and true nature.

But...

Qingqiu Kingdom really has money.

And they have wine.

The old Daoist had the smile of someone conning others into reading fortunes in a temple, his eyes were blank, with no reflection of Wei Yuan, but instead reflecting money and fine wine. He reached out, and with a rustling sound, a piece of paper appeared, densely covered with various words, and said:

"Take a look. Longhu Mountain has launched a new business. Whether you want a meteor shower, rain, snow, or a sunny day on the night after tomorrow, the Zhu You Thirteen Departments will serve you wholeheartedly."

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

At this time, Wuzhiqi, who was holding a swindled Switch game console while attached to another paper doll in the museum, snorted dismissively, "In the end, you still have to use illusions. What a waste of learning."

Wei Yuan was furious: "What's wrong with illusions?"

"Besides, it's not an illusion."

Wuzhiqi said, "I really don't understand what you're thinking?"

Wei Yuan said, "Just sending a gift."

Wuzhiqi sneered, and said arrogantly, "Since she's an existence from the Age of Gods, you should give her a weapon, the heavier the better. In our time, the bigger the weapon, the better. Like me, I can directly draw up the Huai River. Can you do that? You can't!"

Wei Yuan's forehead twitched, and he pointed his finger: "Say another word."

"Deduct your salary."

Wuzhiqi was furious.

Wei Yuan suddenly stood up, and with a swish, pulled out a gun.

Then he directly pressed it against the Switch.

He stared at Wuzhiqi with a dauntless attitude.

This was a historic moment!

His aura actually forced back the Water Lord of the Huai River.

"If you mess around again..."

"I'll tear up the ticket."

"...Calm down, you bought that."

"I don't care. If I can't beat you, can't I beat a game console?"

In the end, Wei Yuan, in a fit of anger, subdued Wuzhiqi with his hooligan-like aura of 'If you say another word, I'll tear up the ticket directly'. The water monkey was still playing the game and didn't bother to say anything more. Wei Yuan sat back down and said, "Anyway, you guys help me make this happen."

The water ghost nodded: "Alright, boss, you have to invite Miss Jue to dinner beforehand, right?"

Wei Yuan was stunned.

There's that too?

At this time, the flower shop had also successfully tested Jue's psychological endurance limit.

All the other paintings were destroyed.

"Then..."

Feng Siyu, who had been eating sunflower seeds, put down her wings and said, "Since we're going to give a gift..."

"Sister Jue, would you like to invite Curator Wei to a simple meal?"

The Heavenly Maiden was stunned.

Does giving a gift to a friend need to be so troublesome?

Qingqiu Kingdom, Nu Jiao.

"This is snacks, this is snacks, the flower shop is ready."

"This is cola, this is cola, the museum is ready."

Nu Jiao, who had rediscovered interesting and fun things after more than five thousand years, slightly hooked the corner of her mouth. She elegantly closed the door, told the little foxes of Qingqiu Kingdom that she was cultivating and practicing self-cultivation, and that she shouldn't be disturbed recently. Then she slowly walked in. The little foxes could only watch the elegant and refined Old Ancestor return.

Then,

Nu Jiao suddenly closed the door, took small steps to the futon, sat down at once, and looked at the old street in the spell.

Like a director, she put on sunglasses and patted the palm of her hand with a rolled-up script.

"Ahem, cola, snacks, everyone in position..."

"Begin!"

Author: Zhai Zhu