flstandardbreds Chapter 354 Bad News
Chapter 354 Bad News
Chapter 354 Bad News
The young man, wearing a loose white vest and shorts, opened the wooden door, steam coming out of his whole body.
The white hair that was usually tied into a ponytail was now loose and wet.
The pendant on the pointed ear disappeared, and a cotton towel was draped over the shoulders.
"What are you doing?"
"I just made a little gadget and I was a little sweaty, so I went to take a cold shower. Phew... I feel a lot fresher." With a flick of his right hand, a folding fan unfolded out of thin air and kept fanning his face.
"Come in and sit down. I'll go get a bottle of water first." Nian invited Roy into the room and walked towards the cabinet in the corner. She had just come out of the bathroom without wearing shoes, so she walked around barefoot on the floor without worrying about stepping on metal debris.
The studio is decorated simply, with a long wooden table covered with various tools and metal parts. The finished works are placed on shelves along the wall, and there is a small steel furnace next to it.
She could have used her authority to melt the metal, but she insisted on using a furnace. I didn't expect that she was still a traditionalist. However, her aesthetic taste in movies was far ahead of her time.
Roy looked around the studio but couldn't find a place to sit.
The clothes that Roy had just changed were thrown carelessly on the love sofa without being cleaned up. Roy was too embarrassed to take them away and sit on them, so he could only sit on a bench that looked newly finished.
Since it is a product of the year, its strength and reliability should still be trustworthy.
As soon as he sat down, a bad premonition was transmitted from the coccyx to the brain. Before he could get up, Roy felt a chill on his upper body. The robe, which was originally handmade by an old tailor and was finely crafted, instantly turned into a short-sleeved white shirt.
"Damn! We fell into a trap, this guy Nian!!!" Roy felt angry and amused. Nian's works always had some special functions that went against common sense, and he was careless.
"Hey, why are you sitting on that side table? I prepared this specially for Sister Xi, but I didn't expect you to be the first one to fall for it."
Nian came over with two glasses of water, with a smile that showed a hint of gloating.
"You still have the nerve to laugh! If you had tidied up the things on the sofa, I wouldn't have to sit here. You have to compensate me with a piece of clothing." Roy rolled his eyes at Nian and stood up and moved away from the storage table to avoid any more traps.
"It's just a piece of clothing. It's easy. I have a brother who is good at sewing. If you can ask him to help you weave the clothing, it will not get dirty, will not be affected by water or fire, will not be affected by cold or heat, and can be worn for hundreds of years."
As Nian spoke, he handed the cup of water to Roy.
"Are you on good terms with your third brother?" Roy took the cup of water. The water was warm, but the cup from Nian was covered in cold mist.
"It's OK, but Third Brother is always smart and knows how to distinguish between personal and personal matters. Of course, it won't work if I tell him directly. I'll mention it to Sister Shu, and he should be willing to help."
Knowing the third brother's style of doing things, asking Sister Shu for help is the simplest and most effective way.
"When you go to see Shu, let me know. She helped me breed a special rice variety last time, and I haven't thanked her in person yet."
"No problem, it's just a piece of cake. By the way, how come you have time to come to my place today..." Nian drank the ice water in the glass and then picked up the messy clothes on the sofa.
After sitting down carelessly, he patted the empty seat next to him and motioned Roy to sit there.
"I came to inspect the work and to see if you were slacking off."
"Don't worry, I will do the job for you. I will definitely help you get it done. However, can you tell me a little bit about the origin of that huge ship? It should not be a product of the past thousand years."
Nian didn't care about the difference between men and women. He put his arm around her and leaned closer, looking like good friends chatting in private.
"I dug it out from deep in the northern ice sheet. I'm not sure when it was built, but it's probably more than 10,000 years ago. That's all I can tell you."
"Oh, it's really an old thing. I have to be careful not to break it."
Nian withdrew his arm from Roy's shoulder, rubbed his chin, and his crimson eyes turned, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Come to think of it, you actually found time to go to the northern ice sheet. Now that you've reached this position, you don't need to do everything yourself. Learn from our Yan Nation's true dragons, who have a group of capable people around them ready to be dispatched at any time."
When talking about the real dragon of Yan country, Nian always has some inexplicable emotions. The people of Yan country call him a wise ruler, but he is unwilling to relax the surveillance of Sui Beast and his family.
It's obvious that except for the second brother, everyone just wants to live a good life and has no intention of causing trouble.
"Some things require my personal involvement, and the incidents involved are serious, so the fewer irrelevant people involved, the better."
"Alas, the more things you know, the more important they are, and the greater the burden and responsibility that weighs on you. The True Dragon of Dayan is like this, you are like this, and that Doctor Kal'tsit is also like this... Why should we live so hard in this world?"
"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. This is an inevitable step for a king."
"If I have bad news to tell you, you should be able to bear it, right?" Nian put away the folding fan he was using to fan himself and asked with a serious face.
"Well, tell me, let me see how big a deal it is."
"I heard that the old Taoist priest who had retired to the Great Wasteland City to recuperate received an order from the True Dragon and is coming to Kazdel to relax and have fun. I guess he is here for me and Sister Xi."
"Well... come if you want to. Some things, if they are said openly, may not be a bad thing." Roy originally thought that the top leaders of Simuitai would come first, but he didn't expect that it would be the old Taoist priest Dayan who would come.
"Since you said so, I'll tell Sister Xi about it, so that she won't hide and dare to come out."
"Who do you say is hiding and afraid to come out?" A cold voice with a faint scent of ink came from the other end of the studio.
Roy turned his head and looked towards the source of the sound, only to find that a scroll was slowly unfolding on the shelf full of works of art.
The scroll contains an unfinished landscape painting in ink, with a circle of ripples in the blank space in the center of the picture. The mountains are filled with mist, and the fairy in the painting slowly walks out of the clouds.
No matter how many times you have seen it with your own eyes, Xi's stunning appearance combined with the unique ancient Yan country aesthetic style gives people an unreal sense of stunningness.
The navy blue satin cheongsam fits closely to the skin, and the dark golden dragon pattern winds up from the hem along the curve of the body, complementing the slender waist.
Her jet-black hair was tied up with a simple headband, with emerald dragon horns sticking out from her hair, like pine trees growing out of inky clouds.
If Xi wasn't looking slightly upset, it would definitely be an appearance worth recording on the canvas.