I have to say that Catherine's appearance is still very beautiful, and the cumbersome and bloated clothes can't hide her delicate body, sitting there quietly, Catherine exudes a unique beauty from her bones.

At first, she was still a little nervous, but she had calmed down at this time, silently watching Yi Huan.

"You're a qualified model." Yi Huan's brush swayed freely on the drawing board, constantly sketching this beautiful picture, although he was not as good as those painting masters, but there was no problem in depicting the portrait.

"Thank you for the compliment, it's something I'm proud of." Catherine bowed slightly, "There is another admirable painter who has praised me so much, but unfortunately he is no longer alive." Catherine's face was a little dejected.

"Who is it?" Yi Huan glanced at Catherine, and the brush in his hand didn't stop.

"Leonardo da Vinci." A few words squeezed out of Catherine's lips.

Yi Huan paused slightly, his face changed slightly, this is a celebrity, I didn't expect Catherine to have such an experience, "When you were eighteen years old, he was already in his forties." ”

"Are you familiar with me?" Catherine was stunned for a moment, but kept smiling, "Forty years old is the most attractive time, isn't it." ”

Glancing at Catherine again, Yi Huan continued to concentrate on the drawing board, "I thought you liked young people like the Salvatore brothers." ”

"It's rumored that Leonardo da Vinci liked to use nude models, is that true?" Yi Huan glanced at Catherine with a smile and asked.

"Salvatore? Who's that. Catherine frowned, but quickly put the strange name behind her. His studio does have nude models. Catherine smiled. There was no positive answer. "But it's a pity that he didn't draw my portrait in the end." Her expression was a little lonely.

Catherine's private expression is still very rich, and the hustle and bustle has been strange these days.

"But he was a very talented painter." Catherine raised her head and looked at Yi Huan with blazing eyes, "His painter, those works, each one of them is like a work of art, and he is so handsome......" Catherine suddenly looked at Yi Huan when she said this, and her stunned expression appeared on her face a little abruptly.

"What's wrong?" Yi Huan looked at himself a little innocently. I don't understand why Catherine has a hellish look on her face.

He ...... It looks a lot like you. Catherine's expression was a little strange, and she hadn't noticed it at first, but as she recalled, Leonardo's face became clearer and clearer, and when she noticed Yi Huan's face again...... found that the two were very similar.

"Yes......" Yi Huan didn't react much, and said lightly, "But I'm only twenty years old, do I look like forty years old?" ”

"No...... It's not that this ......," Catherine leaned over a little strangely, trying to see it more clearly, "it's really like that. It's exactly when he was younger, and I can't be mistaken. It's only been a hundred years. ”

"Sit up straight, I'm from the Oriental, and he's Florentine." Yi Huan reminded again.

"Maybe that's why." Catherine shrugged, "Our civilization all originated in two rivers, so it's not surprising. ”

Yi Huan didn't argue too much about this issue, just nodded, and as the discussion between the two deepened, Catherine's portrait was gradually completed in Yi Huan's hands.

Slowly sketching out the last stroke, glancing at Catherine, who was still unaware, Yi Huan finished the last point of the spell.

The painting gradually distorted, and after a blur, Catherine's portrait became more life-like, three-dimensional, empty, and finished! Yi Huan was overjoyed in his heart, the first few portraits made by ordinary people were blank on the surface.

Yi Huan calmly looked at Catherine in the painting, Catherine was a little confused at first, then blinked, tried to move, and then saw Yi Huan.

"I ...... Got into the painting? Her voice was a little frightened.

"No, not quite you." Yi Huan explained on the side that after the magic was completed, Catherine's memory in the painting would end at that moment, and the next memory would be life in the painting.

"Who are you talking to?" Catherine, who was sitting across from her, was a little strange, because she felt something familiar to the voice.

"With you." Yi Huan replied lightly, then turned the drawing board around, and suddenly, Catherine saw another self in the portrait.

"What is this?" The two Catherines pointed at each other together.

Their harsh duets echoed through the room, but after saying that, Catherine seemed to feel that something was wrong, and asked, "Who is this?" ”

"That's you." Yi Huan answered her question lightly, "It's you, how do you feel now." ”

"A me?" Both Catherines frowned, and Catherine, who was sitting not far away, thought about it and said, "I feel a little tired, but I don't feel anything else." ”

"That's good." Yi Huan nodded, it seems that magic is very successful, ordinary people can't withstand the magic of magic portraits, but magical creatures like vampires can.

Yi Huan used the principle of Horcruxes to stuff half of Catherine's soul into the portrait, but this was not a split in the traditional sense, Catherine was still Catherine, and there was only one Catherine.

It's like how one can be in two adjoining rooms at the same time, it's as simple as standing in the doorway.

Yi Huan will not engage in soul splitting, Voldemort is already a lesson from the past, and Yi Huan's soul itself is very rare, and there will be nothing left after tossing it again.

Catherine's current state is that she shares the same soul with the portrait, so the thinking of the two is not much different...... The loss of soul energy is also very small, huh...... Presumably the damage is also shared.

Thinking of this, Yi Huan picked up the pen and left a few words on Catherine's picture scroll, "Sean Ilov, 1698." ”

"Yikes!" But just then, Catherine let out a scream, "What are you doing?!" She yelled with some shame.

Yi Huan spread his hands innocently, "That's it...... Leave a name. ”

"Don't scribble on me!" Catherine was a little angry, gritting her teeth as if she wanted to snatch the scroll, but the difference in strength between the two made her stop this thought.

"I drew your whole being." Yi Huan raised his eyebrows, "Don't be so stingy." ”

Catherine was speechless with indignation, and stood aside and watched as she hung the portrait on the wall, and Catherine in the painting walked around uneasily, but she could not get out of it, and as soon as she reached the border, she would run into her head, because there was only one magical portrait in the world.

"I'll keep this thing." Yi Huan said, "You can leave here now, and in a few days your strength will be restored, as for this portrait...... Maybe when I understand it, I can give her to you as a souvenir. ”

"But I don't know how long it will take, and you don't care about the time anyway, do you?" Yi Huan smiled faintly and habitually squinted his eyes. (To be continued......)