Be a Cartoonist In the Fairy World

"Huh? Huh!" Xiao Jin didn't know what to say with food in his mouth.

"How old is he, can't even eat?" Du Ziyuan stretched out his hand and pulled out all the strands of hair that had been eaten into his mouth, and tidied them up, and then wiped off the rice grains on her face with his hands. The solution is to use only one towel in his house, which has been wiped on some special parts, so it is impossible to use it to wipe a girl's face.

After chewing a few mouthfuls, Xiao Jin smirked and said, "It's so delicious."

"You are used to delicacies from mountains and seas, and you only find them delicious when you eat home-cooked dishes occasionally." For some reason, Du Ziyuan grew up eating neighbor's meals since he was a child. He didn't think these dishes were delicious, so he just So-so. It's not a dish that can shine, surf, or erupt. Xiaojin likes it because of its freshness.

"It's really delicious."

"All right, all right, let's eat yours." Du Ziyuan picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and swept them into her mouth like she was picking up trash. Xiao Jin is also worthy of being a dragon, with his mouth wide open like a rubber man, catching all the food.

After feeding, Du Ziyuan started to eat his own. Straight men always eat fast, and he finished eating within a few minutes. After he was full, he planned to go for a walk. When he walked outside, he found that Xiaojin had really washed his clothes and hung them to dry.

He checked them one by one, and found that they were really clean with a faint fragrance. Du Ziyuan didn't remember that his saponin powder had such a strong decontamination effect, so he asked Xiao Jin, "What do you use to wash it, and why is it so clean? It smells pretty good."

At this time, the numbness of hands and feet was relieved a lot, and Xiao Jin, who was already able to walk, said to him with a "quickly praise me" expression: "Hey, I washed it with ambergris, it smells good, right?"

"So it's dragon saliva, huh?! Dragon saliva!" Du Ziyuan suddenly realized, "Isn't dragon saliva just dragon saliva!"

"That's right," Xiao Jin nodded with a face of reason, "I'll clean up these clothes after I put them in my mouth and chew them a couple of times."

Du Ziyuan's face immediately looked unlovable, which made him wear these clothes in the future. When the time comes, his nose will be full of her saliva. Even if it smells good, the psychological impact will still be great.

He felt more and more that he had accepted a loss-making maid, and he even made up the story that Xiao Jin was actually abandoned by the entire dragon clan in his brain. Otherwise, why did no dragon clan come for so long after she failed to cross the catastrophe? Looking for her? He didn't believe that she didn't have a communication tool on her.

Thinking about it, he suddenly felt that Xiao Jin was quite pitiful, she was not loved by her parents (brain supplement), and she was also mentally retarded, look at her stupid way of staring at the hermit crab on the ground.

"Forget it, let's treat it as adopting a disabled person to contribute to society... Damn! What are you doing! Spit out that hermit crab!"

"Bah! It's terrible."

"..."

Du Ziyuan, who felt out of sight, went into the studio again after digesting his dinner, and Xiao Jin obediently did not bother him.

After a whole night, Du Ziyuan completed 12 pages of painting again, which is definitely a drawing speed like going berserk.

Feeling a little sleepy, he walked out of the studio and found that Xiao Jin was lying sprawled on his bed at this moment, completely defenseless. Due to the ugly sleeping position, one-third of the two big balls on her chest were exposed.

"It must be F, alas, it's a pity that it's mentally retarded." Du Ziyuan shook his head, pulled a blanket and fell asleep on the floor.

He can't enter the studio to sleep, and after he goes in, he won't be affected by danger, and the studio's self-defense system won't be triggered.

...

While Du Ziyuan was soundly asleep, Pei Mingyang brought his bodyguard Lao Wu to a closed room in a courtyard tens of miles away from him.

"My lord, it's been a day, do you want to wait any longer?" Standing behind Pei Mingyang, the fifth child showed a trace of impatience in his tone.

Pei Mingyang smiled and said: "Don't worry, have you and I seen less people with weird tempers these years?"

"That's true," Lao Wu nodded, and then looked towards the door, "I hope he has the talent to match his temper."

Just as he was speaking, the originally closed door was suddenly opened, and a young man with ink all over his face, hair as messy as a chicken coop, and several writing brushes sticking out of the room walked out of the room in good spirits. He still held a thick stack of manuscript paper in his hand.

Although he was sloppy, the stack of manuscript paper was exceptionally clean and tidy. "Look!" The boy directly held the manuscript in front of Pei Mingyang.

The latter took it with both hands, without looking for a place to sit down, and began to read silently on the spot.

One page, two pages...

After reading the thick 50-page manuscript, Pei Mingyang couldn't help but read it again from the beginning. Repeatedly, he didn't stop until the fifth time. He carefully arranged the manuscript paper, and then looked at the boy.

The latter said nothing, but his panda eyes were full of confidence.

Pei Mingyang sighed: "Mr. Yiye, I have to say that I am overwhelmed by your story. Now, on behalf of Tiangangzong, I formally extend an invitation to you to come to our "Tiangangzhi" serial novel!"

As the largest entertainment giant in Aolan Kingdom, Tiangangzong naturally has more than one book under its name, and the target user groups are also different. But to say that the most widely sold is undoubtedly the earliest "Tian Gang Zhi", which can be called the national reading material of Aolan country. It can be said that there is no one who reads novels in the entire Ao Lan country who does not know " "Tian Gang Zhi".

To be able to serialize novels on "Tian Gang Zhi" is the highest honor for a novelist in Aolan Country. This is an opportunity that many people beg their grandpa to sue their grandma, and they may not be able to get it after a lifetime of hard work. Lao Wu has seen too many authors cheering for the opportunity to serialize, but the boy in front of him seems to be a little different.

"Serialization," he said absently, scratching his shaggy hair, "OK, but you have to promise me one thing."

"What's the matter?" If someone else said this, Pei Mingyang might not even pay attention to it, but the young man in front of him has enough talent, so he also has enough patience.

"Hmm... I haven't thought of it yet," the boy tugged on his underpants, adjusted his buttocks, and said casually, "Can I tell you if I think about it?"

"It's okay." Pei Mingyang still agreed.

This can't help but make Lao Wu look at the young man a few more times, it seems that his talent is really extraordinary.

"So, when can we leave?" the boy asked again. Pei Mingyang had previously promised him to settle in Aolan Kingdom's Imperial City. He and an old housekeeper were the only ones in his house, and he didn't have many belongings. If he wanted to move, he could leave at any time.

"No hurry, I still have a place to go..."