Yan Baibai said this and walked around the screen, which contained an ancient painting of a steaming hot spring. As Yan Baibai approached the mural, ripples spread across it. Yan Baibai passed through the barrier, transforming into a shadow and entering the painting.
Looking at the steaming hot spring in front of her, Yan Baibai quickly took off her clothes and sank into the water, closing her eyes and enjoying it.
Yan Baibai moved too quickly, and before he could retreat, Lu Cang saw everything and his face turned red instantly. He was at a loss and took half a step back, then he felt two shadows behind him. When he turned around, he saw Lu Wuxiu and Song Yu looking at him gloomily.
Le Cang's face instantly turned darker than the two people behind him: "You two close your eyes, or I will dig out your eyes!"
Of course, he is the only one who can see his saint!
"Come on, let's see who dug out whose eyes!" Lu Wuxiu showed no sign of weakness. The book in his hand was squeezed so tightly that it seemed like it was going to break.
"You guys fight, Baibai belongs to me tonight." Song Yu was tired of seeing this kind of situation these days. He could already imagine the scene of Baibai coming out and tiredly driving the two of them out. But Baibai was too tired today, and he didn't want her to worry too much, so he took the initiative to remind her.
After Song Yu's reminder, both of them calmed down, but no one was willing to leave the painting first. Instead, Song Yu slowly approached with the pen in his hand.
In the painting, Yan Baibai was drowsy when he suddenly felt something falling from the sky. When he opened his eyes, he saw flower petals falling from the sky and into the water. Soon his nose was filled with the fragrance of flower petals.
Half an incense stick later, Yan Baibai stood up and put on her pajamas. With a thought, she left the painting. Then she found that there was only one hot spring in the painting, but now there was a mountain above the blank space of the hot spring. Various flowers bloomed on the mountain. I guess that's where the petals came from.
When he moved in, Song Yu had introduced this painting. It was a magical artifact from the demon world. Originally, the painting was blank, and the demon king had to draw whatever he wanted. However, because it had no killing power and could only draw things without emotion, it had been put aside by the previous demon king until he met Song Yu...
Yan Baibai suddenly realized that something was wrong. There were no flowers on the painting when she just went in. Doesn't this prove that Song Yu came over and added flowers to the painting while she was taking a bath in it?
Yan Baibai looked at the empty space behind the screen in silence for a moment. She walked out from behind the screen and found three men sitting quietly at a round table, drinking tea in big gulps.
Yan Baibai narrowed her eyes and walked towards her big bed suspiciously. She changed direction when she seemed to hear a relaxed sigh. She walked towards the round table step by step, looked at the three men who suddenly stiffened and even held their breath, pulled out a stool and slowly sat down.
The three of them were holding teacups and drinking, without looking at Yan Baibai.
To be honest, Yan Baibai really didn't expect these three people to do such a thing. She wasn't shy or anything, but she felt that such a thing could happen, which was very inexplicable and a bit funny.
Yan Baibai reached out and poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp... Tsk tsk, this tea is ice cold.
She was confident that she was soaking in the hot spring and they wouldn't see anything outside the painting, so why did one or two of them react so strongly?
"Did you peek at me taking a shower?" Yan Baibai asked bluntly.
"Puff, cough, cough..." The three of them started coughing because they choked on the tea.
"Bai Bai, I wanted to leave after you went in, but I didn't expect both of them to come over, so I..." Le Cang directly recreated the scene.
"Senior Sister, I went to catch him and took him away." Lu Wuxiu pointed at Cang.
"Me too." Song Yu nodded, thought for a moment and continued, "But seeing Bai Bai in the painting, and seeing that you were really tired, I couldn't help but add some flower petals to help you sleep and relieve your fatigue."
"I was about to leave and didn't expect you to catch me." Seeing that Yan Baibai was not angry, Le Cang just argued and stood up, approached her, and whispered to smell her scent.
"It smells so good! I like the smell of Baibai." Liao Cang said as he quickly ran towards the screen: "I want to take a bath too. I want to be like Baibai."
There were fluctuations of the barrier behind the screen, but soon the sound died down.
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