Jiang Liushao saw the golden light flash on the rune on the bed, and a line of words appeared. He went up to see it with an arrow, which greatly relieved him.

This relaxation made me feel weak all over.

I was so scared just now.

"Are you asleep?"

He could only think of such a possibility.

If Jiang Xiao didn't fall asleep, how could he shout three times before she heard it?

Jiang Xiao touched his nose and felt a little embarrassed.

"No, Dad, I got a remnant painting related to space in the ancient tomb at base 2. I'm painting this remnant painting now. It's in the pavilion where I'm trapped. Maybe it has something to do with my being trapped?"

How could she fall asleep at this time.

Jiang Liushao saw this and then put down his heart, "since you suspect that it is related to being trapped, it is to try to be able to come out."

"Well, I've almost done it. Now I'll finish it. Dad, who's looking for you? Are you really an old friend

"He said yes, but I can't remember. It's not in a hurry. I'll tell you in detail when you come out. You can draw quickly."

"Well, you go to a rest first."

Jiang Xiao is not willing to see him stay here all the time.

"I'll just sit on the sofa outside for a while." He sat down on the sofa and folded the letter in the living room.

Those symbols were pressed on his chest, and he could feel them if she wrote again.

But if Jiang Xiao paints inside, he won't stay in the room and influence her.

When Jiang Xiao saw him go out, he continued to bury himself in the painting.

With this sinking, she soon fell in love again.

I don't know how long I've been drawing, but I can't finish the painting without one stroke. Jiang Xiao stands up straight and looks at the painting on the table. He has a black line.

She's not really a painter.

The old and the new are interwoven in this painting. Some of them are very old, and the color has faded. Some are brand new and tight, and there is no trace of time.

This kind of painting looks particularly disharmonious, like a piece of garbage patched from the east to the west, psoriasis, which is much more ugly than before.

Jiang Xiao made up the last stroke with a black line.

She suddenly felt that she must have been stupid, or she would have lost her heart. Why would she want to mend such a painting?

If her teacher saw that she had made up such a painting, she would be so angry that she would give her a knock on the head.

With such a toss, the painting has no value at all, which is tantamount to being destroyed by her.

What's more, there is no abnormal situation.

Jiangxiao step back, suddenly feel dizzy in the head, like overdraft of the spirit, is very tired of the appearance.

She habitually wanted to take the spring to drink, but her mind moved, but there was no spring on her hand. Then she remembered that she was trapped here and could not take anything in.

She was dizzy, weak, and her hands were soft. The hand holding the magic pen was still shaking slightly, but she could not get food or drink.

Jiang Xiao thinks it's really over.

If she faints in this pavilion, it is estimated that she will never go out again.

And no one has been able to save her.

She supported the table with one hand and raised her head. Suddenly she saw the white jade box hanging over the pavilion like a lamp. She moved in her heart and looked down at the painting.

The box is not hanging in the pavilion.

But there's a blank in that place.

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