Ji Yingying was sitting on a small stool at the door, drafting. Her models were the pair of cats and dogs raised by the owner of the farmhouse.
The cat is an ordinary tabby cat, but the dog is tall and majestic, looking more like a wolfdog than a native dog.
Both were lying lazily at the door, drying their bellies, and the big wolf dog was licking the kitten's fur every now and then, which was really cute.
Ji Yingying obviously also found it very cute, and she was sketching it with her drawing notebook.
Mu Qingyun looked at it and saw that the child's painting was pretty good, with delicate brushstrokes. It was not as simple as copying a cat or a tiger. Although it was not very mature and perfect, it was still very interesting.
According to Teacher Jia's appraisal method, this child's paintings are considered to have great potential and can be invested in in advance.
Such a lovely girl, she has a bright future and her own ideals. She is so young and has just stepped out of the ivory tower, and is full of imagination about the world.
Mu Qingyun couldn't deliberately allow danger to happen just because she wanted her boyfriend to reveal his true colors.
On the second day, dark clouds gathered and heavy rain poured down.
Mu Qingyun got up from the bed and received a call from Mr. Qiao's bodyguard, saying that the surveillance equipment of a canteen in Yang County, twenty miles east, had captured photos of suspected dangerous people.
A bit vague, but very similar to Liu Sinan, the fugitive suspect in the Gejiazhuang murder who was wanted eight years ago.
Mu Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief and quickly opened the system and took a look.
There is no movement in the system at all.
Mu Qingyun didn't care. Her system was different from other people's systems. It was completely unintelligent and very rigid.
Every time she does something, whether it can increase or decrease the degree of completion, whether it can enhance her highlights and make people like her, or weaken her highlights and make her annoying, all of them cannot be displayed in time until the completion of the script reaches a certain level. stage, she can see the feedback.
Sometimes Mu Qingyun hopes that her system will be a little more subjective.
Let’s just say that in the previous script, when she was about to carry out the ban mission at the end, she specially used a "wishing incense".
She lit incense and spoke to everyone in front of the Monument of Merits in the Imperial Capital, telling everyone that soon, the people of the Ming Kingdom would be able to enter a new world, and impossible disasters would be far away from the world. Just as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said, From then on, the way of heaven is constant.
There must be many people who believe every word she says from the bottom of their hearts.
Her authority was established in every minute, every second, and every struggle over the past ten years.
Ten years and never make a mistake.
People say that only a saint can do it.
Although this is not wrong, it is just good in the general direction, and the road to the goal is always paved with countless victims.
As the saying goes, the future is bright, but the road is tortuous.
But she felt that her wish was successful, but before she entered the restricted area, this broken system was like a machine that was dead. It just didn't give her any information feedback, which was really annoying.
"Phew, done, call it a day."
The Qiao family's bodyguard heard a call directly to the police on the earphones. The police acted vigorously and in less than ten minutes, the suspect who had been on the run for eight years was successfully arrested.
Mu Qingyun stretched lazily and glanced at Ji Yingying, who was painting and whispering to her boyfriend.
"Well."
This is very unpleasant.
I remember back then, when she met someone she didn't like, she would just draw her sword and fight first.
I learned this from the senior sisters in the martial arts school.
Anyway, most of the people she would feel unhappy with were warriors. Of course, there were also some common people who were annoying, so it was not easy to beat them up simply and roughly. She had to teach them how to behave in a more "gentle" way.
My senior sister Chen Yi is a good one. She once met a family in the village who threw their daughters by the river and raised them only after they gave birth to boys.
Chen Yi was angry, so she directly grabbed a young Tang Sect disciple who was good at illusions and asked the Tang Sect disciples to perform illusions, making the man who abandoned his daughter live as a daughter in the illusion for nine generations, living in a family that values boys over girls. Three of them were just born
He was thrown into a urinal and drowned.
At the end of the fantasy, the man burst into tears and changed his attitude from then on.
Even so, Chen Yi still felt unhappy.
"Why should his family call him Amitabha if he changes his character? A prodigal son can turn around without paying for it."
"Why, just because he has changed, the sins he committed in the past will not count. Besides, I don't think he can really get rid of his old habits. Who knows when the scars are healed and he will commit the same crime again."
Mu Qingyun thought at that time that if this was true, his scar would never heal.
Although the villager did not fall back into his old habits in the end, he was quite shrewd and guessed that there was something fishy going on, so he actually went to the supervisor and complained.
I don’t know who gave him the idea.
The young disciple of the Tang family was punished by having to copy the Tang family's family rules fifty times.
When the man saw that the inspector punished him so lightly, he turned pale with fright.
The young disciple of the Tang family threatened him solemnly: "What I call it is courage to act for justice. We Jianghu people naturally have the right to draw a sword to help when there is injustice. Although there is a suspicion of excessive means, the punishment is to be punished. At most, it is to copy the family rules. .”
"There aren't many rules in the Tang family, so I'm not afraid of copying them. At worst, I'll just practice calligraphy in the future. I'm willing to copy them seven or eight hundred more times for you. You're welcome to complain next time."
The man: "..."
Well, since then, he has never dared to have children again.
Mu Qingyun: This seems to be overkill, forget it, it doesn’t matter.
After a rain, the mountains and forests are as fresh as the little green shoots emerging from the rice fields.
Ji Yingying especially likes the night in the mountains, where the moon is full and the stars are sparse. The moon in the blue lake complements the moon in the sky. The small fish in the lake swing their tails leisurely, which is quite pitiful and cute.
With the drawing board supported and only a small oil lamp lit beside her, Ji Yingying painted as much as she could. After painting for a long time, she finally had a very satisfactory draft. She looked at the sky and saw that it was already dead of night, so she quickly packed up her painting tools and got up.
She turned around and saw her boyfriend slumped on the recliner with a mobile phone in his hand and a strange smile on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking about. He shouted a few times and the two of them hurried back.
Not long after walking, Li Zhitong saw the grass on the side of the road shaking. His eyes lit up, and he turned around to cut grass.
Ji Yingying was helpless: "I told Li Zhitong, if you are walking at night, don't get startled and run around, and leave quickly."
Before he finished speaking, Li Zhitong screamed out: "Ah!"
Ji Yingying was startled and quickly turned on her phone to take a photo.
I saw a man squatting in the grass, his head was messed up, his face could not be seen clearly, he was curled up in a ball, his head was lowered and he didn't know what he was doing.
Ji Yingying was shocked and said hurriedly: "Li Zhitong, let's go."
Li Zhitong came to his senses, but became angry and said angrily: "This kind of garbage is really everywhere, polluting the environment, polluting the air, and so on."
