When Yan Baibai woke up, the room was quiet. The window was half open, and she could see the green bamboo outside through the gap. Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound outside the window that became louder. It turned out that a breeze blew, causing the half-open window to open outwards, and a few slightly yellow bamboo leaves were blown into the house.

Inside the window was a mahogany table with the four treasures of the study placed on it. There was also a piece of drawing paper on the table that had not been put away yet, and a few fallen leaves had gently fallen on the drawing paper.

Yan Baibai got up from the couch and walked to the table. The content on the drawing paper caught his eye. It was a woman who was sleeping with her eyes closed. The woman was wearing a green nightgown and lying quietly on the couch. Her black hair hung down behind her head, making her skin look whiter and her lips look redder.

She waved her hand gently, and the two windows in front of her slowly opened. What came into view was a lush green bamboo forest. The bamboo forest gave her a familiar feeling. When she broadened her sight slightly, she saw a small pavilion woven with bamboo hidden among the bamboo leaves.

This bamboo forest was the one behind Liao Cang when he was pretending to be Song Yu, and the pavilion was naturally the one Lu Wuxiu stayed in when he was pretending to be Song Yu. As for where he was now, it should be the attic next to the bamboo forest.

There were slightly anxious footsteps behind me, but they stopped abruptly when they reached the door. Soon, there were regular knocks on the door.

"Come in." Yan Baibai answered softly without turning around.

Song Yu opened the door wide and saw Yan Baibai, dressed in green, standing in front of the wide-open window against the light. The wind blew her hair and the hem of her clothes slowly back. In addition to the scent of bamboo, he also smelled a fragrance that was unique to her.

"Baibai, did you have a good rest?" Song Yu walked in, his eyes stopped at the painting on the table that was not yet completely dry, his face a little embarrassed.

"Very good, it's very quiet here." Yan Baibai nodded, turned around and smiled at Song Yu, then pointed to the painting on the table: "Did you draw this?"

"Yeah, I didn't mean it." Song Yu's face was full of embarrassment. He had secretly drawn a picture while Yan Baibai was asleep without her consent, and the real owner saw it when she woke up. No matter how you look at it, this was not a good thing.

He rushed over in a hurry, intending to put the painting away, but he didn't expect the person to have already woken up, which was really embarrassing.

"It's a very good painting." Yan Baibai looked down at the painting and praised it sincerely: "Your talisman is so well drawn. It turns out that it can also be used in painting."

Song Yu was already lucky not to be blamed for being caught secretly drawing a portrait. He didn't expect to be praised. He suddenly felt his face burning and said uncomfortably, "I'm glad Baibai isn't angry."

"No, I'm angry!" Yan Baibai deliberately turned cold, and in Song Yu's somewhat nervous expression, he deliberately prolonged his voice: "Unless..."

"What?" Seeing this, Song Yu knew Yan Baibai was joking, but he still cooperated and pretended to be nervous and asked, "I can agree to anything."

"Haha, that's what you said." Yan Baibai couldn't help laughing and said casually, "I have some complicated runes that need to be written. Although I can draw them myself, the effect probably won't be very good."

Yan Baibai smiled at Song Yu and continued, "I think you are the most powerful talisman cultivator in the world. Since you want to apologize to me, please help me draw it!"

Yan Baibai said as she pulled out a piece of white paper from the side and spread it on the table. She took the ink stick next to it, gently broke off a corner, and melted it into her hands. She placed her hands lightly on the white paper, closed her eyes, and began to recall the patterns in her mind. As she remembered, the ink in her hands seemed to come alive and slowly spread across the white paper...

When Yan Baibai opened her eyes again, the last drop of ink on her hand had left her fingers and slowly landed at the end of the pattern. Thus, the rune on the white paper was completed. It was just an ordinary piece of white paper with runes printed on it. Because the ink had stained the paper and the production method, the pattern on the white paper had no effect at all.

"This rune is indeed exquisite and complex. It does take a considerable amount of time and effort to create it." Song Yu's eyes flashed with amazement, and he asked curiously, "Where did Bai Bai get it from, and what is it used for?"

"This is a formation I stumbled upon by chance. It must have been devised by a senior." Yan Baibai smiled and quickly lowered her head to pick up the white paper. Without meeting Song Yu's eyes, she continued, "If you can draw it, I want the best. Um... something like the one in the Demon King Seal, is that okay?"

Yan Baibai looked up at Song Yu again, only to see Song Yu's face stiffen for a moment, then he nodded naturally, "Okay, no problem."

Although it was just one picture of the formation that Yan Baibai wanted, it was actually not much easier to draw than the talismans in the Demon King Seal. But putting aside the fact that he had secretly drawn Yan Baibai's portrait this time, in fact, as long as Yan Baibai asked, he would do it.

Both of them knew the truth about this matter, so there was no need to point it out.

Song Yu stepped forward and took the white paper. Then, somewhat uncomfortably, he pointed at the portrait on the table and asked, "This painting..."

He really wanted to keep the painting, but since the original owner had seen it, he had to ask her opinion.

Yan Baibai paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "If you want to stay, then stay."

"Well, I will definitely keep it well." Song Yu quickly put the painting into his storage space as if he was afraid of regretting it. "I won't let it be damaged in the slightest, if possible..."

Song Yu looked at Yan Baibai and smiled, without finishing what was in his mind.

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