Chapter 125

Zhou ruo'an patted his chest and slowly suppressed his panic.

"It's just carelessness," she said in a low voice, with her lips pursed and her face slightly flushed.

She stepped back two steps, against the joking eyes of Mr. Lin, pretending not to agree and said, "how can you keep up now? I thought you were lost with us. "

Looking at the man in front of him who was unreasonable and strong, Lin finally couldn't help laughing.

"You're more interesting than I thought," said Lin, with his beard shaking.

Zhou ruo'an closed his hands, constantly blowing the wind for his cheek, trying to bring down the hot temperature.

But with the passage of time, the red on her face is more and more clear.

Seeing that Zhou ruo'an's eyes were moist, Ling Tianwang raised his eyelids and said, "why should old Lin tease her?"

"Well, I won't say anything," Mr. Lin waved his hand and said, "I know you'll be upset."

His voice did not deliberately lower when he spoke, which was clearly heard by Zhou ruo'an.

Zhou ruo'an's eyes widened. He was surprised, but he didn't know how to deal with it.

She hesitated for a moment, coughed lightly, and slowly lowered her eyelids as if she had not heard anything.

In the corner that Zhou ruo'an didn't notice, Ling Tianwang took a deep look at her. Her eyes were deep, and there was nothing innocent in her everyday life.

Time flies by in Song Ci's anger and Ling Tianwang's complacency. Soon, Mr. Lin agrees to draw Zhou ruo'an's weapon drawings.

Looking at the clear lines on the soft rice paper, Zhou ruo'an made no secret of her surprise.

At the beginning, she didn't trust Lin Lao, an ancient master. But seeing this painting, Zhou ruo'an was relieved.

In modern times, Zhou ruo'an has always been used to using daggers to accomplish all his goals.

Under such continuous training, Zhou ruo'an's dagger making skill is excellent. At this time, looking at the vivid picture on the paper, her palm itched.

She looked straight at the lines on the paper, hoping that old Lin could have the magic pen of Ma Liang all her life, so that she could easily touch the sharp edge of the dagger at this moment, to see if the other side was cutting iron like mud, and whether she was amazing at this moment.

But no matter how hot her eyes are, the rice paper is still soft, and the ink marks on it have not changed at all.

Under such circumstances, Zhou ruo'an has to admit that the world is still scientific, and there is no magic pen that can make the finishing point.

She reluctantly took back her eyes, expression is very sad.

Looking at Zhou ruo'an's vivid performance, Mr. Lin shook his head in tears and laughter, and urged him to say, "have a look, there are some unsatisfied places on it."

Hearing this, Zhou ruo'an forced himself to wait and try to comment on the dagger in front of him in the most objective tone.

"It has a beautiful shape, but is the blade too wide?" Zhou ruo'an glanced over it and murmured slowly.

"The decorative patterns on the side are useless. Just leave them out."

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Every suggestion put forward by Zhou ruo'an was clearly heard, and your old paintbrush sketched it on this program. Soon, a design that had no change compared with the previous dagger, but was in line with Zhou ruo'an's mind appeared on the paper,

watching the stroke sketched at will, the design that was most in line with Zhou ruo'an's mind appeared on the paper Ann can't help but stare big eyes, looking at his eyes is not stop envy.

After pondering seriously for a while, Mr. Lin added a few ink dots on the side, and then put the brush aside.

"Well," Mr. Lin said in a low voice, greeting Zhou ruo'an standing beside him, "come and have a look, but are there any dissatisfaction?"

Zhou ruo'an shook his head forcefully and emphasized in an exaggerated voice, "how can I be dissatisfied with such a wonderful design?"

Although her expression is exaggerated, the sincerity in her eyes is hard to ignore.

The people Lin contacted before all have their own concerns, and they never express their views clearly, which makes it hard to hear clearly.

Suddenly, seeing Zhou ruo'an, who clearly expressed all his thoughts, Mr. Lin felt uncomfortable for a moment, but then he couldn't help laughing.

Although he could understand the way that the nobles spoke, he could not adapt to it.

He likes to watch the shapeless pig iron slowly calcine and form in the fire, and he also likes to see people show all of themselves frankly. Zhou ruo'an's behavior is just in line with his aesthetic.

"You are satisfied," Lin nodded, only carefully put away the final pattern.Zhou ruo'an looked at his movements in surprise, hesitated for a long time, and asked in a low voice, "these, what are you going to do?"

Her fingers were pointing at the beginning, and her heart was ready to move.

Lin seems to see through her like, eyes quickly across a bit of a smile, disapproval of the waved his hand, said, "if you like, put it away, these things here, but also I throw the stove burned."

"How can that be?" Hearing this, Zhou ruo'an was distressed and cried out without thinking about it.

In her opinion, even these unfinished products are excellent and hard to reach. It's the biggest waste to turn them into ashes in that furnace.

"I'll put it away," Zhou ruo'an said in a low voice. "If you like it in the future, go to me."

Lin laofei quickly waved his hand, and his eyes were full of indifference.

"Do you like these things?" He asked softly.

Zhou ruo'an nodded his head without thinking about it. He looked at old Lin expectantly.

Under her gaze, Lin could not help laughing, shaking his head and pointing to the house.

"I remember there should be some manuscripts designed before, but I was not very satisfied with how to modify them, so I left them there, you..." Lin said.

Without waiting for him to finish, Zhou ruo'an could not wait to rush in, leaving him a jumping figure and a sharp voice because of surprise.

"I will treat them well!" Zhou ruo'an stressed loudly, carefully looking at the thick stack of rice paper, eyes shining.

In her opinion, these wanton paper is not inferior to that of Jinshan and Yinshan, but more precious!