"Well, they are on a business trip, so they have to come back in a month."

Feng Chuxue poured himself a glass of boiled water and took a sip, saying something, "Then Mr. Chen, you are busy, right? I see that you have made a lot of noise online recently."

Shen Chong was poked in pain, looked carefully at the door of the studio, and lowered his voice: "It's really a bit busy, I'm a little busy. I haven't gone out to catch monsters for a long time."

Feng Chuxue immediately became interested and quietly approached, "Can you tell me more about killing demons? I really want to know. Look at my recent paintings."

After saying that, she took out her cell phone again, which was a painting she remade.

Shen Chong took it, his eyes narrowed, and he flipped through more than a dozen paintings, all of which were paintings made out of her imagination and combined with some ancient "myths".

The God of Fire War with three heads and eight arms.

The Eight Destined Mountain God with a human head and a tiger body.

The nine-tailed mysterious fox that is overwhelming the common people.

There are also great heroes who are as tall as mountains, eyes as lakes, wearing golden armor, and iron spears towards the sky.

The details of each painting are impeccable and look lifelike.

Even remakes can make people subconsciously intoxicated.

"You imagined it all by yourself?"

Shen Chong asked.

Feng Chuxue uttered, "Yes, I don't know what's wrong. Once I start writing, I feel uncontrollable. I used to learn realistic school, but now I've gradually transformed into a fantasy school. Look, this was when I went to Xixue Mountain to sketch two days ago. At that time, I was inexplicably trying to draw a cloud of mist between these two mountains, with a shadow of an old man in white floating on it."

Before they knew it, the two got too close. Shen Chong smelled a faint fragrance of a girl in his nose. He subconsciously moved his phone to Feng Chuxue and thought for a while and said, "Otherwise, I'll contact the department and wait for the leader of Axu from the talent testing team to come to Shudu again. I'll introduce you to go over and test it."

No one dares to say that he has seen through the spirit and demon, and it is difficult to understand what happened to Feng Chuxue.

There is no awakening of spiritual sources, but the painting skills continue to soar rapidly to the point that is visible to the naked eye.

She can also resist brainwashing and heart-to-heart talk. All the factors combined together are so weird.

Feng Chuxue was a little scared, "Will you lock me up again?"

"What are you thinking? You have been tested. Since you cannot clear your memory, you can only let it go. Your performance has been very good recently. You have not leaked the secrets and will not easily lock you up. Although the demon-slaying demons is strong, it is still reasonable."

"Oh, that's good."

Feng Chuxue looked at Shen Chong's side face, a little reluctant to speak, but then looked at the studio and lowered her head in a slight loss.

For a long time, she deliberately let her mind go, and even took the initiative to approach the strange and unpredictable inspiration that emerged out of thin air, thinking that she could narrow the distance with him.

I never thought it was getting farther and farther away.

She was a little disappointed.

She turned her head and looked in the direction of the studio, clenching her fists secretly.

What exactly should I do to make myself more present around him?

No one could have thought that the rising artist Feng, who is gradually becoming famous in China, would have such a girl’s distress.

After five o'clock in the afternoon, Xinxin finally finished painting. It was the scene of a monkey popping out of the stone mentioned in her last time when she told her a story.

The waves were rolling, and on the turbulent East China Sea side, a little monkey who seemed to be cute but stubborn was climbing out of the stone with great difficulty.

Half of its body was still embedded in stones, and half of it was struggling outside.

The picture looks static, but it gives people a very strong sense of dynamics. The little monkey's expression can read fatigue and stubbornness.

This is different from the story told by Shen Chong, but it has a unique flavor.

Shen Chong gave Xinxin a thumbs up, "It's amazing Xinxin."

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't believe that this was a picture imagined by a child who was under six years old.

He praised Feng Chuxue again, "Teacher Chuxue teaches him well."

Feng Chuxue was also surprised, "Have Xinxin practiced a lot recently?"

Shen Chong thought for a while, "It's not too much."

"Then her progress is not slower than me!"

Shen Chong raised his eyebrows and Feng Chuxue's seemingly simple comment, but his connotation was profound.

What does Xinxin’s painting skills, which I didn’t practice hard, naturally grow faster than Teacher Chuanxue who has cheated?

Looking at his daughter who was proudly raising her head, a particularly terrible thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

I have been trying my best to avoid dragging Xinxin and Lao Lin into the spiritual demon world, but what should I do if Xinxin or Lao Lin wakes up?

He had never thought about this simple truth before.

But now he suddenly realized it, and he felt panic uncontrollably.

He coughed lightly, and did not avoid Feng Chuxue, but said directly, "Xinxin, you have already painted well, but you will not be a painter in the future. Otherwise, we will learn this way. Go back and change to something else? Dancing? Piano? Mathematics? English? Violin? Is it good?"

Xinxin didn't understand at first, but gradually realized that she hugged Feng Chuxue's thigh with her backhand, "No, I want to learn painting with Teacher Chuxue, I want to learn!"

Before he finished speaking, the little baby's eyes were filled with tears, and tears as big as beans fell to the ground.

Feng Chuxue was extremely embarrassed and wanted to coax Xinxin, but she couldn't say anything about her own loss.

She probably understood Shen Chong's thoughts a little, but from her position, she didn't know how to suggest it.

Seeing Xinxin's heartbroken look, Shen Chong silently turned his face away.

Is this life?

If this is fate, can I avoid it if I force it to turn it around?

Or, will forcefully cut off her hobbies stimulate her and make her awaken faster?

I don't know!

Is there anyone who has a deep enough research on the Spirit Demon World to tell me what to do?

etc……

As the founder of Shen Debach's conjecture, I am afraid that I can also rank among the top three in the industry, right?

"Forget it, Xinxin, you can continue to learn from Teacher Kurasui. I'll just make a joke with you, and you're crying so hard that your eyes are red."

Dad Shen squatted down and wiped Xinxin's face.
Chapter completed!