Chapter 132 - Warm Sunshine
"It's okay." The two cold words came out from his lips, which was considered a very high evaluation.
"Decent talent?" Xie Zhao immediately raised an eyebrow in dissatisfaction, took a step closer, and almost poked Chu Linyuan in the face with the Jinghong Talisman Pen. "Brother, your expectations are too high! Look at the density of the runes! The flow of star power! The fluctuations in space! This..."
His words stopped abruptly.
Because Chu Linyuan suddenly raised his intact right hand, not to push his pen away, but - with extremely precise hands, he used his index finger and middle finger to pinch the pen shaft near the tip of the Jinghong Fu Pen!
The movements were as fast as lightning, with unquestionable strength!
"?!" Xie Zhao froze, his peach blossom eyes widening slightly. The cold touch of the pen and the unbreakable force made him forget his words for a moment.
Chu Linyuan's face remained expressionless. He exerted a slight pressure with his fingers gripping the pen, moving it away from Xie Zhao's sight. Then, as Xie Zhao stared in astonishment, his other hand produced a palm-sized, dark red piece of fabric with jagged edges—the same color as the torn sleeve of Chu Linyuan's left arm!
Chu Linyuan didn't even look at Xie Zhao. He just used the two fingers holding the talisman pen, and very naturally and with a rigid care, used the dark red cloth to begin wiping the extremely small amount of stardust powder remaining on the silver tip of the Jinghong talisman pen.
His movements were a little unfamiliar, even a little clumsy, and he couldn't control the wiping force very well. The rough edge of the cloth occasionally scraped the soft silver hair.
But he lowered his eyelashes, his expression focused, as if he were doing something extremely important. The cold lines of his face seemed somewhat softened by the light, and the scar on his left arm was faintly visible through the torn part of his black robe.
Xie Zhao stared blankly at Chu Linyuan's actions, looking at the dark red fabric that belonged to Chu Linyuan, and clumsily wiping his own natal talisman pen.
An indescribable warmth, like the lingering starlight from the tip of a pen, instantly spread from the pen he was holding to his palm, then flowed along his arm to his heart, and finally exploded, burning his ears.
The square seemed quiet for a moment.
"Puchi!" Su Tang was the first one who couldn't hold back her laughter and burst out laughing. She quickly covered her mouth, but the camera of the photo stone was fixed on this "horrifying" scene.
Luo Hongyi crossed her arms, with a strange expression on her beautiful face, as if she had seen some incredible spectacle.
Tie Niu scratched his head and muttered in a muffled voice, "Big Brother...are you...wiping your pen? Second Brother's pen...is it very dirty?"
Bai Xiaolu's clear eyes were also full of curiosity.
Xie Zhao snapped back to his senses, his face flushing red! He tried to pull back the talisman pen as if it had been burned, but Chu Linyuan held it tightly.
"Senior... Senior Brother!" Xie Zhao's voice changed tone, with embarrassment and a hint of barely perceptible panic, "I... I can do it myself! This... I'm so embarrassed! Your... fabric is quite expensive, right? It's such a waste to wipe the brush..."
"Shut up." Chu Linyuan didn't even look up, his voice still flat, but he continued wiping. He even switched to a smoother piece of cloth and continued wiping the last speck of dust from the tip of the pen. He didn't release his fingers until the silver tip was as smooth as new.
The Jinghong Talisman Pen fell back into Xie Zhao's hands.
Chu Linyuan casually threw the dark red cloth stained with stardust away, as if discarding a piece of useless trash. He raised his eyes, his cold gaze sweeping across Xie Zhao's flushed face, then landing on the smooth talisman brush in his hand.
"The pen is blunt," Chu Linyuan's voice was calm, as if he was stating an objective fact.
After saying that, he no longer paid attention to the stunned Xie Zhao, and turned to walk towards the huge piece of "Abyss Star Pattern Iron" that Tie Niu had just moved over. The Immortal-Slaying Spear appeared silently in his hand, and the tip of the spear emitted a cold light, obviously preparing to start processing the materials.
Xie Zhao stood where he was, holding the Jinghong Talisman Pen in his hand, which seemed to still retain the cold touch of Chu Linyuan's fingertips. He looked at the discarded dark red cloth on the ground that belonged to Chu Linyuan's sleeve, and then looked at Chu Linyuan's tall back as he walked towards the boulder. The blush on the tip of his ears spread all the way to the base of his neck.
He took a sharp breath, as if making up his mind. The Jinghong Talisman Pen twirled between his fingers, and a faint yet incredibly warm golden light flowed from the tip—no longer talisman power, but the purest spiritual intention.
He quickly squatted down, picked up the dark red cloth, and wrote with the Jinghong Fu brush on the rough cloth!
With a few strokes, a crooked sun pattern, yet exuding an extremely familiar and warm feeling, suddenly appeared on the dark red cloth!
It looks exactly like the Warm Sun Talisman!
After finishing the painting, Xie Zhao quickly stuffed the piece of cloth with the "New Warm Sun Talisman" painted on it into the innermost layer of his storage bag like a thief.
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