Everyone led by Ji Jingyun tiptoed to the window of the rabbit spirit and looked into the house.

The rabbit spirit was lying on the table in the house and writing.

At this moment, a white deer passed by: "What are you doing?"

"Don't make a noise." Ji Jingyun pulled the white deer aside, glanced into the room, and then muttered after confirming that the rabbit semen had not been found.

When Bai Lu walked over to look, the rabbit essence in the house rolled the written words into a ball of paper and threw them into the wastebasket beside him.

Writing another copy is the same as the word "王说".

"What does he want to do?" Bai Lu was also curious.

Su Qingwan shrugged: "Let me write a letter."

Bai Lu said: "Write a letter?"

"He is just writing a letter, what's worth reading?" Su Qingwan felt that Ji Jingyun was a little fussy, "Does the rabbit spirit have no right to write a letter? He can write it as long as he wants. It's not in the way."

Even though a rabbit is holding a pen in his arms and writing seriously is too funny, no one can deprive others of their hobbies.

Ji Jingyun pretended to stroke his beard: "Is it just a simple letter to write. Is it worth calling you all? I went into the house before and saw the letter that the rabbit spirit forgot to hide. He was writing poems, which are the kind of sour poems of love, flowers, snow and moon, and also with pictures."

Su Qingwan, who had originally walked to the corner, was back.

Feng Nishang also lay down on the crack in the window with an impatient look on his face.

The rabbit spirit seemed to have finally finished writing and began to draw pictures.

Su Qingwan saw him painting himself.

Feng Nishang's expression was very rich. It turned out that the monster had become so incomprehensible when she didn't know it.

It's even more changeable than humans.

Feng Nishang began to seriously think about whether to return to his old career.

I feel that it is difficult to get along in the demon world now.

At this time, the rabbit spirit remembered something, dipped ink with its claws and pressed it on the paper, as if it was about to use footprints to make a lace. It looked very childish, referred to as childish.

"He is writing letters to his baby?" Ji Jingyun muttered.

Feng Nishang shook her head, she really couldn't understand the monster's thoughts.

After finishing this, the rabbit spirit was holding the letter paper in his mouth and running around on the table with a broken claw.

It explains reasonably and vividly what is like a crazy rabbit.

As a result, he accidentally fell off the table and his feet were facing the sky.

It happened to meet Ji Jingyun and Feng Nishang outside the window.

The wind blew, and the scene was extremely awkward.

Rabbit Sperm: "…"

Ji Jingyun was in the same place, not laughing or crying.

Su Qingwan said: "You haven't gone in and helped him up yet."

Feng Nishang opened the window, jumped in, straightened the rabbit's essence, and jumped out again. Nowadays, demons are like Yin Jiu's brains.

The more anxious Ji Jingyun became, the less speechless he could not speak.

The rabbit spirit shrank itself into a ball of cotton, motionless.

Ji Jingyun was almost crying.

He died young and made him autistic!

What should I do in this situation?

Can looking for a Rabbit Essence to solve the embarrassment?

Su Qingwan found it very funny, she tightly tightly and tried hard to restrain herself.

The white deer moved quietly.

Ji Jingyun prayed in his heart that everyone would leave so quietly.

This will create the illusion that nothing has happened.

A Yin accidentally revealed a trace of laughter.

Then Ayang, who covered his mouth, also laughed.

"I'm sorry, sorry rabbit..."

"We will stop laughing at you."

The entire courtyard was filled with two little boys apologizing.

Just laugh, I'll explain, isn't this going to be more obvious?

Ji Jingyun was already desperate.

The pigeon is back: "Hey, witch, there is your letter."

Ji Jingyun's paper crane also came back with a message, screaming arrogantly.

The layer of white hair of the rabbit spirit seemed to be stained with haze. He hid his own letter and continued to cross species and shrink his head in front of the turtle.

Ji Jingyun vaguely heard the sound of something shattered.

Su Qingwan is committed to stabbing: "That's the face of the rabbit spirit."

Ji Jingyun covered her chest and couldn't breathe.

It's deadly.

It was a physical injury before, but now it is a direct impact on your spirit.

Who will save the rabbit?

Ji Jingyun asked with conscience: "Tutu, I want to say we are outside watching the weather. Will you believe me?"

Please say you believe it!

The rabbit spirit climbed onto the table, wrote a note and threw it out.

Stay away from me!

Ji Jingyun was in tears. She was willing to pass a note to deal with him. Rabbit must not blame him, and he no longer had to pluck his hair and apologize.

Su Qingwan didn't know what Ji Jingyun misunderstood, but for the sake of Lezhai's harmony, she rationally did not expose Ji Jingyun's fantasy.

But there are some things that even if Su Qingwan doesn't expose them, reality will ruthlessly hit Ji Jingyun. When we met the next day, the air was once very heavy.

"Maybe we need to take practical actions to comfort the rabbit." Ji Jingyun said with his mess on his back, "It's nothing to write sour poems, and it's very common to add pictures to the poems."

Feng Nishang asked knowingly: "Are those lustful poems that are circulating in the market also accompanying the author's own paintings?"

Ji Jingyun hugged her head and hit the wall: "How could it be?"

"There is no need to be so entangled. You should do whatever you should do. The more you care, the less you will be able to overcome this matter." Su Qingwan said.

Ji Jingyun was trying to do what Su Qingwan said, and finally two days later, the rabbit spirit took the initiative to pay attention to him: "Can you give me some rice paper? There is no more in the house."

A few days later, Ji Jingyun rushed into Lezhai: "Qingwan Qingwan, we have been written into a storybook. Now the storyteller in the teahouse is talking about our storybook."

Su Qingwan's inspiration for painting was interrupted. She looked helplessly at the ink traces under her pen, put down her pen and looked at Ji Jingyun: "What kind of story book?"

"It's me and Nishang." Ji Jingyun pointed it at her with a small picture album, sighing, "It's so vivid."

Su Qingwan looked around and saw that the scene on the album was similar to the scene that day, and even the back of the rabbit spirit was very vivid.

Overall, it looks very funny.

Su Qingwanqi said: "Has the rabbit spirit gone out to sell picture albums?"

"Of course it's not him. The rabbit stayed in Lezhai all day long and didn't go anywhere." Ji Jingyun said. He took out a stack of picture albums from his sleeve, pointed to the author's pseudonym on it, and took out a portrait, "It was all painted by her."

Human girl?

Su Qingwan was surprised.

The girl in the painting looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, and she is handsome in military uniform, and has nothing to do with the rabbit spirit in Lezhai.

Ji Jingyun said gossip: "After I carefully investigated, this girl likes rabbits very much. Qingwan, do you think the rabbit spirit knows this girl?"

"Maybe I know each other." Su Qingwan followed Ji Jingyun.

She doesn't seem to care about things like love.
Chapter completed!