Chapter 1207

"It's really like my portrait..." after seeing the portrait, Wan Jing made sure that it was her.

"Who had it painted?"

The Buddhists are the most resistant to this kind of publicity.

Anyway, those with color are not good things, they are all evil things.

A painter who likes to draw that kind of thing will surely bring that kind of thing in his works. Subconsciously, he will draw the chest straight, the legs slender, and the fork of the monk's robe higher than that of the cheongsam.

"It's not clear who drew it. It's a young man who broke in and pulled it down."

"Young man?"

This makes Wan Jing feel even more uncomfortable. What is the intention of a young man who painted such a picture of her?

In short, it's not a good thing.

She felt she had been desecrated.

"What's your name and where do you live?"

If you find him, you have to repair him. She has a special way to punish the apprentice. After taking a special pill from Jingzhai, she will enter the time of sages indefinitely.

I promise I'll never have this idea again.

"I don't know. I'm a stranger."

"Hum."

If a person can draw himself, it shows where he has seen himself.

"Elder martial sister, you don't have to worry about it."

Hum, it's not you who are painted.

"We are monks."

Seeing that Wan Jing was so angry, everyone was silent.

"What happened to the child?"

The topic has changed, and WAN Jing has calmed down.

There was a trace of guilt on her beautiful face.

"I shouldn't have done it."

However, she has done it, and she has spent more than ten years on it.

Get someone's trust and sell her.

"It's not your fault, elder martial sister."

Wan Jing sighed: "Wang ruoro still can't speak. He is two years old."

"This time we come to the fief, we just want to ask the fief Lord to help us with the treatment."

A group of people's eyes toward the far end of a little girl looked.

It's not like a normal kid.

The little girl just sat, staring at the front, in a daze.

It's not like a normal child at all.

And beside her, a beautiful woman looked at her child tenderly.

"She didn't belong in this world."

"But I came to this world because of my relationship."

"So that..."

Night static complexion is gloomy of hang down.

In fact, she thought of a possibility to cure the child, that is, to send the child back to her world.

But she couldn't do it.

Because, to do so, it goes against her original intention of betraying the people she trusted.

And she wanted to be nice.

So try to find another way to cure the child.

As for the biological mother of the child, it is not clear what the problem is with the child.

Giving birth to an unhealthy child, she always felt guilty and thought it was her own problem.

"See you in the snow..."

Late static came to their side, gently called a, looking back at the beautiful woman, is once the big star of the red and purple snow see.

"Shh

She motioned to be quiet in the evening for fear that she would disturb the children.

"If you don't know what you're thinking..."

Late static think snow see also a bit abnormal, an unhealthy child, always dementia distracted, and you are afraid I disturb her.

Yes, as a mother, she always tries to hide her children's defects.

"Don't worry, Lord Feng has high attainments in soul. He should have a chance to cure Ruo..."

The snow nodded slightly.

She wanted to take her children back to her own world, but she wanted to find Wang Yu.

I really want to. I really want to.

But every time he was stopped by Wanjing, it was delayed for two years.

Of course, she didn't have so much determination, largely because there was something wrong with the child. She was afraid to face Wang Yu, afraid that he would be as sad as herself.

"I hope so."

In fact, in the past two years, Wan Jing has been taking her to seek medical treatment everywhere, but with no results.

In such a highly developed world, there is no way. She feels that she has no chance to return to her own world.

"You have to be confident, you can."

"This time it's a strong Lord."

Wan Jing doesn't know whether the damage to her child is reversible. In fact, it's very likely that it's irreversible. Even if the child returns to the original world, she can't do it herself.

Because the child was born in this world.

It's a special creature that spans two worlds.

That's why she went to another world. Now she's halfway through her mission“ Well Since learning that the baby has health problems, Xuejian is not as cheerful as before, and is depressed all day“ This time to the fiefdom is the Yulan Festival. I'll take you out with your baby. "“ Go out and play? " Every day is not in the medical treatment is on the way to medical treatment, play this word, snow see have been strange“ Yes, go shopping. Didn't you like shopping best before? " The former snow see is very like, professional relationship, let shopping become a kind of extravagant hope, the more extravagant want to do. Shopping reflects a kind of fashion taste, but after coming here, culture is different, history is different, talk about taste, no cry, no Chanel... Or other famous brands, all gone“ No, I'm a little tired today. " "Taking your baby out to meet people may also be good for her," Wan Jing said“ Maybe, all of a sudden. " Xuejian thought about it and finally nodded. Socialization is really very important for children. Children who do well in socialization are brave and have strong social skills. Many introverted and self abased children just don't do well in socialization when they were young That night, the closure of the city was full of fireworks, and the noisy streets were crowded in the early morning. Two women and a child were walking in the crowd. Wan Jing put on her wig and beautiful clothes again. She couldn't see that she was a nun at all. Snow is dazzling. However, the child is still obsessed with the surrounding atmosphere and has no response at all“ Baby, look, there's a show over there. "“ It's magic. "“ There are entertainers over there. " Xuejian tries to explain to her children, but actually she doesn't understand the world“ Wow, the fireworks are beautiful. " The children did not look up at the fireworks in the sky“ Sold paintings... "" sold paintings... "" best, best, not best... Cut hands... "A painter yelled at the roadside. There was a large crowd of onlookers, all men“ Hard goods, my lord... "The storm is coming again. This time it's a girl. Is it strong enough?"“ Damn it. What a pervert. Give me a copy. "“ Give me one, too. " Wan Jing frowns. She hears the word Nuni, and he is a painter, so he thinks of his own portrait.