How could the Saint of Kalan from Kjerag come to Rhodes Island at this time?
Seeing that the New Year is coming on the continent of Terra, shouldn't she host the New Year celebration in Kjerag?
"Long time no see. I'm really surprised. Why are you here Enya?"
He remembered that Chuxue didn't like playing the role of a saint at all. She always wanted to be the original Enya.
A strange color flashed in Chu Xue's crystal eyes, and she asked, "Why can't I give myself a holiday?"
Give yourself a break?
Zhou Jinru suddenly understood that this saintly lady should have run out on her own. Maybe she was too tired from work?
Or was it because Xierag Manzhuyuan didn't look good on her, so she secretly ran out to play?
Or maybe both?
Since Jiao Feng is also here, Yin Hui must also know about his sister's coming to Rhode Island. Zhou Jinru is not worried about causing a diplomatic turmoil. As long as there is a big warlord behind him, even if Manzhuyuan has any complaints, it will not matter. Can be swallowed into the stomach.
Sure enough, those with big fists speak more rationally.
What? ! Do you dare to have a problem with my sister? ! Real man kills~
"Of course, life is a holiday every day."
Enya wrinkled her nose, slightly dissatisfied: "Doctor, you are too polite. By the way, my brother is here too, right behind you."
What? !
Zhou Jinru had a drop of cold sweat on his forehead. He could imagine how oppressive the 192-centimeter-tall Boss Yin felt standing behind him, but when he thought about it, he felt that something was wrong. The conflict between Chu Xue and Yin Hui was so great that it was almost impossible to reconcile. Why can she say the word "brother" so easily?
He immediately turned around, and there was no one behind him. He saw a big gray bird falling from the sky, and its sharp claws landed on his shoulder.
A bit heavy.
Zhou Jinru looked at Tenzin on his right shoulder, with steel-gray feathers, strong claws, and a cloth bag tied around his neck.
"Doctor, that's a letter for you."
Zhou Jinru took off the bag with suspicion, and there was indeed a letter inside. At a glance, he saw the words "personally addressed by an ally" written on the envelope.
Even Chuxue didn't quite believe that he was back. How did Yin Hui know?
Opening the envelope and reading it carefully, it was a handwritten letter, with iron hooks and silver hooks at the beginning of the letter. There was a sharp edge between the lines, but there was a hint of softness at the end of the strokes. Yin Hui was really a contradictory man.
Except for the pleasantries at the beginning, the general content is about the three months that Chuxue worked hard. Yin Hui decided to give her a holiday. Rhodes Island was a good place to go. It happened that he also learned about the return of the doctor from a third party. With the doctor Rhodes Island can protect the Saint of Kalan very well, Yin Hui firmly believes in this. As for Jiao Feng, his greatest use is to cook the meals that Chu Xue likes to eat.
Kjerag was too busy around the New Year, and Yin Hui had no time to visit his allies, saying that he was looking forward to playing chess with him.
After silently feeling sorry for Jiao Feng for a few seconds, Zhou Jinru put the letter away. As for the chess game, he didn't care at all.
"Sherag, please be more busy. Boss Yin, who is so busy, will have no time to pay attention to me for the next year."
Zhou Jinru prayed, adjusted his expression, turned around, and found that Chu Xue had got into the bookcase again, and spread a layer of quilt there, put it on the coffee table, and put some exquisite desserts on hand, as if he planned to The look of this place of residence.
Oh my god.
Zhou Jinru had no time to care about who brought the quilt in. He hurried over. The bookcase there contained the framework he wrote for the Mouse King. Although it was not as exciting as the original work, it was still okay to follow the gourd and draw the scoop. Those Things are not suitable for the setting of the First Snow Saint.
But when he got closer, he realized that what was on the coffee table in front of Saint Kalan was not anything, but the set of cards he had commissioned Bai Song to make at Longmen, with exquisite vertical paintings on them.
"Uh, Enya, are you interested in these things?"
"It's very beautiful. Amiya is so cute. Doctor, did you draw these?"
Of course not. How could he have that ability? He just wrote down the basic details and then used his money to figure it out.
As Chuxue spoke, she picked up a pen and drew a vague figure of Amiya in two or three strokes on the white paper. Zhou Jinru's expression changed instantly. He remembered one thing. Chuxue was born in the three major areas of Xierag. One of the families in the kingdom, she has learned a lot of knowledge since she was a child, and naturally has a strong literary and artistic atmosphere. This is one of the reasons why she does not want to be a saint.
The life she imagined was a ray of sunshine, a cup of tea, a book, and a quiet afternoon. As a result, now she can only be trapped in the office, dealing with various documents all day long, and sometimes she has to mediate between tribal disputes. The real mascot/tool man/puppet is getting further and further away from the life she really wants, and is gradually becoming numb.
At this time, her brother, the man who chose to stay away from Kjerag when she and Ya Xin were in trouble, came back, bringing his armored soldiers and his thoughts so fiery that they could melt ice and snow, he would lift the thread The puppet's controller kicked into a corner and took control of the entire territory of Kjerag with lightning speed, becoming a veritable king of Kjerag.
But Chuxue was already the Saint of Kalan. She was confused by the sudden changes, and the conflict with Yin Hui became more and more intense. It evolved into a situation where there was no communication between the two parties, and there were only formulaic conversations in public.
Now, maybe there's an opportunity?
He didn't dare to have any thoughts about Chuxue. Even the personal bodyguards Jiao Feng and Tenzin could send the silver gray to protect his sister. If anyone dared to touch Chuxue, they would probably be smashed down by a set of True Silver Slash...
Does the doctor have to taste the True Silver Slash, which the doctor has worked so hard to make for three years, by himself?
Zhou Jinru had a plan in his mind, and he began to persuade: "Enya, have you read the comic strips?"
"Comic strips? I read a little bit when I was very young, but I can't remember them anymore."
"do you like it?"
"I don't know, doctor, what do you want to say?"
Zhou Jinru looked hesitant on the surface. He paced back and forth. Finally, as if he had made a decision, he clenched his right hand into the palm of his left hand and said seriously: "Enya, I have a script now, and I originally wanted to find someone to draw it. Ben, I wonder if you are interested..."
Chuxue was initially slightly interested, but when she heard about the job, she immediately lowered her head and refused: "Doctor, I don't want to work."
"This is not a job, it's just a hobby. Anyone who meets Enya now will say that the Saint of Kalan is Chuxue..."
Zhou Jinru observed Chuxue's face. When she heard the words "Kalan Saint", her expression froze, so she struck a chord while the iron was hot: "But I guarantee that in the future they will all say, 'Look, that's the famous painter Miss Enya!'"
