The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 36

[Article 36]

The vertical line, I don’t know if it is a trace of modification or if I want to make a yin shadow on my nose.

Under the shadow of that group of Yin, a very ugly mouth could be seen faintly.

What the hell is this?

Osvid stared at the paper for a long time, and then distinguished the tree and the table from behind the face, and the style of the painting was still hard to look at.

Shade?

table?

people?

Putting these things together, a scene flashed through Ovid’s mind.

He pondered for a while, and his face darkened instantly.

“Tee! Tee! Tee!” Osvid bent a knuckle and tapped the table hard.

“Huh?” Kevin snorted, opened his eyes with a frown, and looked at him sleepily and blankly.

“What are you drawing?” Osvid flicked the piece of paper.

“Um…” Kevin went back again, and answered vaguely with his eyes closed on his arm.

Parsons’ backyard.

Osvid leaned closer and heard him say that.

It is not enough for this ancestor to miss the time when he can be beaten by raising his hand, and he has to draw it down.

Since the painting is of the backyard of Parsons Manor, it is self-evident who this person is not a ghost or a ghost.

Osvid: “…”

The scene in the dream just now reappeared in Osvid’s mind. He remembered what he said when he first saw this ancestor, and he wanted to go back and rip his tongue out.

Like a fart!

If you don’t hate it, there will be ghosts.

“Get up!” Osvid slammed on the table again.

Kevin frowned and waved his hand, vaguely saying, “We’ll talk about it later, I’m too sleepy.”

Osvid frowned: “You have the final say or I have the final say?”

Kevin didn’t even bother to wave this time. Well, don’t speak at all.

“Hey—” Osvid glared at him for a while, and wanted to scream again, but found that Kevin’s breathing had grown again, and he seemed to have really fallen asleep again, but his frowning brows had not been released, full of A tiredness that didn’t match his usual routine.

Osvid snapped his fingers, feeling that something was not quite right.

Chapter 17

Kevin dreamed that he was digging soil in the thick fog and miasma of the Andoha jungle. He threw away the wet mud, dragged an obscure heavy object, lay down together in the pit, and sealed it by himself mud.

The ground was sultry and humid, making people sticky and sticky, like a thick layer of blood mud.

The rust-like smell of blood was getting heavier and heavier. He finally couldn’t help pulling the dirt and sat up, only to see dead bodies everywhere. color.

He glanced down to the left and saw that the man lying in the pit with him was Osvid.

“Wake up—” He was a little sad, and pushed Osvid’s shoulder hard, only to see the lying corpse sitting up.

Osvid unconcernedly pulled out the arrow on his body, picked up a longbow on the ground, handed it to him, and said, “Can you show the chaste leaves on the other side of the courtyard here? Try it to me. Look.”

He propped himself up from the ground, and as soon as he looked up, he found that the battlefield had become the Parsons’ garden, and the adult Osvid was at the refreshment table, folded his arms and looked at him in a relaxed manner.

“Okay, let’s try.” He replied hesitantly, then squinted at Zhenshu in the distance, and pulled the bowstring steadily.

With the sound of the wind breaking, the long arrow was heavily nailed to the broad-leaved chastity tree, and the whole tree shook for a while, and fell in response.

He put down his bow, but found himself on the top of the mountain, the whole world was extremely quiet, as if he was the only one left, the huge sunset slowly sinking behind him, and the rest of the sky was golden red like blood.

Kevin woke up in this silent dusk.

He sat up, only to find that he had been moved at some point – this was obviously not Osvid’s study, but a large bedroom.

A heavy and luxurious bedroom with black gold brass as the main decoration.

“You’re finally awake,” said an elderly voice.

Kevin turned his head and saw a meticulously dressed white-haired old man sitting on a chair beside the bed quietly watching him, the nasolabial lines on the corners of his mouth were so deep that they were almost carved into the bones, looking old-fashioned and severe.

The old man had a book on his lap, and with Kevin’s eyesight, he glanced at the label on the corner of the book: The next book.

On the first line of the opened page was a sentence: Don’t think of a dream as a nonsense and absurd journey, it always comes from somewhere.

Kevin pouted, looked away, and said to the old man, “Uncle Ian,

it’s been a long time.” It’s been a long time, since he left Parsons Manor at the end of the spring break that year, he hadn’t seen this old housekeeper again. He was actually taken into the palace by Osvid.

Ian