Chapter 1332

Jiang Chan: "I don't want to see you again. Be funny yourself. Don't force me to do it."

Of course, it's not polite to these two people. It depends on when she cut them.

As soon as the person in the way left, Wah sat opposite Jiang Chan: "it's still so clean. I don't like them."

Wah seldom said that others were bad to her face. Jiang Chan felt warm in her heart.

She poured some tea into Wah's Cup: "I'm very happy to know that you protect me, teacher. In fact, if there were no oil paintings, maybe I wouldn't be able to hold on."

Wah looked at Jiang Chan: "I think you are quite contradictory. After such a painful thing, you can draw such positive paintings. I think it's quite incredible. They say that the works are the derivation of the artist's soul..."

After Jiang Chan's chopsticks, should we say that Wah is worthy of art?

"Call me Jiang Chan, teacher."

Wah's eyes widened. The next moment he approached Jiang Chan and deliberately lowered his voice: "dual personality? Your name is Jiang Chan?"

Jiang Chan smiled and opened the hole in Wah's brain: "it's not a dual personality. I'm an independent individual. Yunqing has another person. Go back and talk to you carefully at night."

With Jiang Chan's assurance, Wah said no more, but looked at Jiang Chan from time to time with his exploratory vision.

In fact, after a while, his mind had changed from dual personality to Yunqing's absence, and Jiang Chan had formed the appearance of Yunqing, hiding from the world and so on.

Seeing that Wah was absent-minded after a meal, Jiang Chan also knew what he was thinking.

"Forget it, go back to Jingyi garden. I'll tell you what you want to know. Save the teacher from thinking about everything. Your meal tastes like chewing wax."

Wah put down his chopsticks: "I'm not surprised?"

Jingyiyuan.

Jiang Chan looks at Wah sitting opposite her. Ya wants her eyes to become X-rays and scan Jiang Chan's whole body up and down.

"Are you Jiang Chan? Are you human?"

Jiang Chan's face suddenly turned black. Although she had an inhuman experience in the task world, she was actually human, okay?

"Of course I'm human. I'm Jiang Chan. Teacher, you can call me the Tasker."

Having said that, Jiang Chan handed over the control of Yunqing's body, and her spiritual body sat down on the sofa next to Yunqing.

Wah's eyes were about to pop out: "what is your existence? It's incredible! Then this is the real cloud tilt?"

"Yes, I'm Yun Qing. Hello, Mr. Wah." suddenly he returned to his body. Yun Qing couldn't shake his mind. He just stretched out his little claw and said hello to Wah.

Just listening to Yunqing, Wah knew that these were two people with different personalities. Jiang Chan spoke politely to him, but she enunciated quickly, but it didn't sound like Yun Qing. The ending sound was a little long and sounded like a spoiled child.

"Hello, this surprised me." Wah rushed to Jiang Chan's sofa and subconsciously wanted to touch Jiang Chan's hand. When he touched it, he found that it was empty.

Jiang Chan smiled: "this is my spiritual body, I came here only my spiritual body..."

"So you came here because of Yunqing's entrustment? If Yunqing's grievances are calmed down, will you still be here?" Wah concluded after being popularized by Jiang Chan for 20 minutes.

"Hum," Jiang Chan nodded. "The teacher is very clever. He has caught the key point so soon."

"Let's see how Yun Qing goes next. If her mind is not mature enough to go alone, I will stay here for a long time. But if Yun Qing is gone one day, I can't stay in this world anymore. I will return to my original world."

Yun leaned against Jiang Chan: "I don't want you to leave. I'm happy to see you defending me today."

Wah was also calm. He picked up the grapes on the table: "even if the little cicada dealt with your ex boyfriend, are you happy? Don't you feel distressed?"

Yun Qing touched his heart: "my feelings for him have long disappeared. Now what's left is strong hatred. As long as I see that he doesn't live well, my heart will be relieved."

Wah was stunned and suddenly smiled: "originally, you were a soft persimmon. Anyone can pinch it. Now I'm out of my sight. You girl, you really don't have a big heart."

Jiang Chan was very calm: "who is the teacher talking about? Who has a small mind?"

Wah took a sip of beer: "who should say who, do you think you have a big heart?"

Jiang Chan: "I think I'm not a narrow-minded person. I still have tolerance when necessary."

"My existence teacher, don't tell others, Zhou Xin can't. the less people know about this, the better."

If Wah hadn't been sharp enough, Jiang Chan didn't want him to know, but who knows Ya saw it?

"I know, your teacher, I'm not absent-minded. Yun Qing, you also study oil painting. Why don't you show your skills?"

After turning his eyes, Wah began to think about Yunqing. He had a good impression of Yunqing, but he didn't know how Yunqing's own works were. In other words, he used to see all the works of Jiang Chan. He didn't know the real level of Yunqing.

"Try it, you have studied for so many years, and I also want to see your works." although I have seen many Yunqing works in the system space, they can't compare with the real works after all.

Yun Qing doesn't refuse. She also wants to see what level she is after so many years of training in the system space.

Yun Qing is painting in the painting room. Wah and Jiang Chan are sitting in a corner of the painting room. They chat together. After fading his curiosity about the origin of Jiang Chan, Wah's curiosity came up.

Holding Jiang Chan, she asked her many previous experiences. Jiang Chan said something selectively, listening to diwah's longing.

"At the beginning, I wondered how you knew so much when you looked young. Now I have found the answer."

Then Wah approached Jiang Chan, "is there really a vampire? How is it? Is it beautiful? Does it really eat fresh blood? Is there a werewolf?"

Thinking of Malvina's life, Jiang Chan's eyes were a little blurred: "there are vampires in that world, werewolves have not seen them, you don't have them here, it's quite beautiful, but the body temperature is too low, the skin color is too white, and others are no different from people."

"Can you walk independently in the sun? There will be no burning when you touch the sun?" Wah's breathing was a little short. He was a pure westerner and was very interested in this kind of myth and legend in the West.

"Of course, you can't believe all the myths." glancing at Wah, Jiang Chan looked at the clouds immersed in painting: "she seems to be shining all over, isn't she?"