Chapter 1766

The names of these gods and beasts look particularly strange, and some words she doesn't even know.

But she didn't care.

She scanned the catalogue one by one.

The book is very thick. One page describes a divine beast, and there are about a hundred catalogues.

Duanmu yawang carefully looked down all the directories and carefully recorded the names he had seen in his heart.

After reading it, she noticed from the bottom of her heart.

In her last life, she was a very fond reader of the book of mountains and seas. There were many species in the book of mountains and seas, and almost all of them were strange and complicated. When duanmuya looked at the book of mountains and seas, she only felt that the person who wrote the book had a strong mind.

She also appreciates this imagination.

So she read the classics of mountains and seas over and over again.

I was impressed by the description of some species in it.

Although she can't recite every word in the book, she can recite every species in it.

The description of species is also clear.

In this book of creation, it is strange that some species still fit in with the mountain and sea Sutra, but the number of species in this book is far from that in the mountain and sea Sutra. Therefore, if a divine animal can be described according to the mountain and sea Sutra, Duanmu yawang has a lot of choices.

I'm afraid Simon yingyue's guess is wrong.

Thinking so, she stretched out her hand and took out the largest one from a row of rolled up papers, large and small, and stretched out her hand to prepare for it.

However, when I was about to start, I suddenly found that there was no ink on the desktop.

She glanced around and found that there was no ink on the table where no one was sitting, and on the table where Simon yuntu was sitting.

She frowned and wondered what was going on.

"Why is there no ink?"

She murmured softly.

The words had fallen, and a man quietly appeared beside her.

The man was carrying a cloth basket. The basket was covered with white cloth. No one could see what was in the basket.

The man looked at the paper in my hand and asked, "do you need ink?"

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang was used to the way the ghost appeared. The man asked, "color painting or line drawing?"

Duanmu Ya looked at her eyes and said, "color painting."

"OK."

The man answered and looked at duanmuya and said, "stretch out your hand."

Duanmu yawang thought the man wanted to give himself ink, but unexpectedly, there was a silver needle in his hand.

Duanmu yawang was stunned.

What is this... Operation?

She drew back her outspoken hand at once.

The man estimated that he could guess Duanmu yawang's uneasiness, and his voice comforted him smoothly: "don't panic, just need a drop of blood."

Duanmu yawang still hesitated.

After waiting for a while, the man saw that Duanmu yawang had not stretched out his hand, and said blandly, "if you don't want to, you don't have to participate in this ceremony."

Then he turned and left.

Duanmu yawang hurriedly stopped: "please wait a moment."

The man looked back at her with deep purple eyes.

Duanmu yawang stretched out his hand, "I will."

The man came back two times, holding a silver needle and gently clicking on the belly of Duanmu yawang's ring finger.

The silver needle fell and soon left. Duanmu yawang's ring finger almost felt no pain, and she took a careful look at her ring finger, and there was no wound on it.

However, the silver needle on the hand happened to be stained with a drop of blood.

“！！”

Duanmu yawang was stunned.

There was no wound or pain on her hand. How was this drop of blood drawn out?

Without waiting for her to think more, the man put the silver needle in his hand into the basket and asked her again, "what color do you need?"

Duanmu yawang pondered for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth: "Brown, red, white, blue..."

She said about ten colors at one stroke.

"So much?"

The man made a surprised inquiry.

It seems hard to imagine that there are species in the world that need so many colors to draw.

With so many colors, the painted species should be colorful, right?

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang nodded affirmatively, "I really need the colors I said, do you have them?"

The man didn't answer. He stretched out his hand and took out a small plate of color ink from the basket.

More than ten bottles were taken out.

No one knows why there are so many stacks of color ink in this small basket.

Duanmu yawang only felt that the basket in the man's hand looked like the pocket of a tinkling cat.

It's just what you want.

The man put down all the things Duanmu yawang needed and turned around to go. Duanmu yawang quickly called again, "wait!"

The man paused. "What else?"

"I need several of these small dishes. Can you give me some?"

"How much do you need?"

Duanmu yawang pondered, "seven or eight."

The man glanced at her, paused, reached into his basket, and then magically took out seven or eight small dishes and handed them to her.

Duanmu Ya looked at her and said, "thank you."

The man turned and left without saying anything.

On the other side, night Nong Ying noticed Duanmu yawang's movement. He came over and said to her curiously: "are you going to draw butterflies?"

“……”

Duanmu Ya looked at her in vain. "Can a butterfly be regarded as a divine beast?"

"Then why do you want so much color ink?" the tone of night Nong Ying was puzzled: "the only colorful thing I can think of is butterflies. Moreover, with so many colors, a butterfly doesn't think a wild flower can have so many colors!"

"Haven't you ever painted?" Duanmu yawang said, staring at the colored ink carefully.

She felt that the color of these colored ink really looked better and better. She couldn't help reaching out and picked up one of them and looked at it carefully.

Just looked for a while, suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood.

Bloody?

Why does ink smell bloody?

Or is the smell of blood not emanating from the ink at all?

In order to test her idea, she moved the ink to the tip of her nose and found that she smelled wrong. These colored ink didn't smell at all.

Moreover, the smell of blood seemed to be gone.

"Sure enough, I smelled wrong."

She breathed a sigh of relief and put down the ink.

"What are you talking to yourself?" the night shadow couldn't help asking when he saw her strange behavior.

"No."

When Duanmu yawang said, he thought of something, glanced at her and asked, "do you want to draw anything?"

"No."

The shadow of the night made him dejected.

When she remembered something, she asked, "what did you mean just now? I can paint. Do you underestimate me?"

"Then you don't need to color your own paintings?"

"Color matching?"

I was stunned by the shadow at night.

"Don't tell me. You don't know anything."

"Of course I know, but the color can be adjusted casually." night nongying frowned: "color ink is rare. If each color can be used well, it will be very good. Don't waste color ink and adjust some bad colors."

"That's because you don't know how to color."

Duanmu yawang said mercilessly, "if you understand, you won't say that."

Night shadow did not refute, but asked, "so you know how to color?"

"Hum, why would I want so much color ink?"

She didn't know if she had the color she wanted, so she said some conventional colors.

The colors she wants are not all directly used for painting. On the contrary, many of them are not directly needed, but she needs to mix them to get the colors she really needs.

"Tut tut."

The night made a shadow, glanced and hummed, "well, I must admit that you are better at painting than me."

“……”

Duanmu yawang didn't mean to compare with her. She silently put the ink and clean empty dishes on the table in order, and then she picked up the ink and began to mix.

When she was preparing, night shadow was staring at one side.

Duanmu yawang noticed it and whispered to her without raising her head: "I've started to do it. Don't you hurry. Don't you really think about this ceremony?"

"Yes."

Night nongying sighed. She said, "however, I don't want to make it so complicated. It's better for me to draw lines directly, which is simple and clear."

"Whatever you want."

Anyway, she prefers exquisite and colorful paintings.