DipNovel Chapter 365 New Dungeon: Silent Sanctuary
Chapter 365 New Dungeon: Silent Sanctuary
The wedding celebrations were seven days ago.
The petals falling from the sky, the thunderous applause, the father's hesitant yet sincere and touching blessings, along with the six bouquets that traced rainbow paths in the air, have all settled into the warmest images deep in my memory.
The mansion garden has now returned to tranquility.
Two easels were set up under the rose trellis on the east side of the garden.
Tang Xiaorui wore a denim apron smeared with various colors of paint, and her pigtails swayed with her movements, making her look playful and lively.
Even though she's pregnant and about to become a mother, she still acts like a little girl who hasn't grown up.
"Yes, yes, relax your shoulders, soften your gaze—"
Tang Xiaorui took two steps back, tilted her head, and scrutinized the "model" not far away, striking a pose befitting a little teacher.
"Sister Ningning, you made the perfect choice for this dress today! Ivory white paired with rose pink, it's absolutely stunning!"
Xia Ning sat on a wicker chair in front of the flower stand, wearing a simple ivory white long dress and a rose pink scarf as thin as a cicada's wing draped over her shoulders, fluttering gently in the breeze.
She turned slightly to the side, one hand lightly resting on the armrest of the rattan chair, the other casually placed on her knee. Her chin was slightly raised, and her gaze passed over the easel, landing on Lin Feng who was holding a brush. A gentle smile played on her lips.
"Don't move, don't move—" Tang Xiaorui immediately waved to Lin Feng, "Honey, you're a student now, focus on your own drawing board, stop flirting with the models!"
Lin Feng looked away, both amused and exasperated, and turned to the drawing board in front of him.
On the drawing board, Xia Ning's outline had already been sketched with a pencil—the lines were clean and crisp, the proportions were accurate, and you could tell at a glance that it was Xia Ning.
only--
Lin Feng stared at the watercolor paints in front of him, lost in thought.
The pencil drawing was fine, but how come it all changed when I added color...?
He spent ages adjusting the skin tones, then confidently put pen to paper, only to end up with...
How to put it? Xia Ning's gentle face somehow managed to give him a touch of Guan Yu's majesty.
Tang Xiaorui glanced at it and burst into laughter, unable to stand up straight.
"Hahaha, honey, how much blush did you put on Ningning?! Her whole face is bright red!"
"I didn't wear blush, this is just my skin tone..." Lin Feng weakly defended himself.
"Skin tone?!" Tang Xiaorui laughed even harder. "Sister Ningning is so fair-skinned, but you made her look like she just came back from the plateau!"
"I call this... artistic exploration," he stubbornly insisted. "You don't understand, this is Impressionism, it's about feeling, not realism."
"Come on," Tang Xiaorui laughed, wiping away tears, and took his paintbrush. She mixed a small amount of color on the palette again. "You've only been learning gouache for three days. There's nothing shameful about admitting defeat. Come on, look—"
She lightly sketched a few lines on the canvas and patiently began to explain:
"Gouache and sketching are different. Sketching is about lines and shading, while gouache is about color blocks and transitions."
"You should first lay out large blocks of color, and then gradually refine them."
"Look at Sister Ningning's skin tone, it's not just a simple flesh tone, it has both cool and warm undertones—"
Lin Feng watched attentively, nodding occasionally, and sometimes taking the pen to add a few strokes where she pointed.
Not far away, Su Wan was holding little Lin Che as they strolled along the other side of the rose trellis.
She cradled the child's head with one hand, pointed to the blooming roses on the flower stand with the other, and murmured softly:
"Baby, look, this is a pink flower, and this is a red flower..."
Xiao Linche's eyes were half-open as he lazily yawned in her arms.
Leng Meng and Vivian sat side by side on a bench, basking in the warm sun; both of their pregnant bellies were quite obvious.
On the lawn, Dian Dian chased after a butterfly, running around in circles until it missed its target, then plopped down on the grass, tilting its head in a daze.
On the birdcage shelf, the talkative parrot screeched loudly, "Stupid dog! Stupid dog!"
Lin Feng's hand trembled, and the tip of his pen drew a long mark on the drawing board.
"Shut up, you talkative one!" He turned and glared at the parrot.
Tang Xiaofu walked over carrying a plate of sliced fruit and happened to witness this scene. She couldn't help but laugh:
"Honey, why are you getting so worked up over a bird?"
She placed the fruit plate on the small table under the flower stand, peeked at Lin Feng's easel, and her eyes lit up slightly:
"Wow, that's pretty convincing—look at those eyes, they capture the essence of Sister Ningning."
"Xiaofu has such good taste!" Lin Feng perked up immediately, proudly gesturing with his chin towards Tang Xiaorui. "Did you hear that? That's what someone who understands art looks like!"
No sooner had the words been spoken than a chilling announcement of the supernatural tale suddenly exploded above everyone's heads without warning!
[WARNING: The new dungeon "Silent Sanctuary" from the Rules of the Strange is ready.]
[The chosen one is locked in...]
[The Chosen One of the Dragon Kingdom: Lin Feng, Forced Conscription!]
[Countdown: 59 seconds...]
"It's finally here!"
Lin Feng stepped forward and took Xia Ning's hand.
He had already designated Xia Ning as the NPC for the next instance, and this time, the two of them would be teleported together.
Xia Ning's eyes were filled with apprehension and urgency as she turned to Tang Xiaorui: "Xiaorui, quickly give me a pen!"
"A pen?" Tang Xiaorui froze, her eyes brimming with tears. "Sister Ningning, what do you need a pen for?"
"I~" Xia Ning's voice was trembling. She quickly stretched out her left hand, palm up.
"I want to write on my palm! I want to write 'Lin Feng is my husband'!"
She bit her lip, her eyes reddening, "I'm so afraid I'll kill him with one blow!!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback at first, and then—
"puff--"
Leng Meng was the first to laugh out loud.
"Ningning...you're just worrying unnecessarily..."
"What are you laughing at!" Xia Ning stamped her feet in frustration. "I'm serious! Give me a pen!"
The countdown continues: 20 seconds... 19 seconds... 18 seconds...
Leng Meng scoffed, "Don't worry, back in Abyss Prison, when I discovered he was two-timing me, he managed to escape unscathed from a certain death situation!"
"With his slippery manner, you think you can just kill him? No way."
"Exactly!" Tang Xiaofu chimed in with a smile. "Don't worry, Sister Ningning, my husband may not be good at much else, but he's a master smooth talker!"
Lin Feng muttered under his breath, "Hey, what do you mean 'other things aren't good enough'? Who praised me last night? Have you already forgotten?"
Only 3 seconds left in the countdown.
Xia Ning released Lin Feng's hand, then hugged him tightly, and turned to look at her five sisters.
"Wait for us to come back."
The countdown has reached zero.
"Buzz—!!!"
A beam of white light suddenly enveloped the two of them, and a powerful suction swept over them, causing the world to spin around them.
A few breaths later, Lin Feng suddenly stopped and landed steadily.
He opened his eyes and found himself standing on a gravel mountain path, the path winding upwards and disappearing into the vast coniferous forest.
Xia Ning was nowhere to be seen.
"Ningning!" he cried out, but only received silence in return.
It seems that NPCs and Chosen Ones do not spawn at the same point.
He composed himself and began to carefully observe his surroundings.
The location is on the mountainside of a majestic snow-capped mountain.
Looking up, the mountain peaks were hidden in the clouds and mist, and their tops could not be seen.
The path we came from had been completely swallowed up by a thick, gray-blue fog—the fog churned slowly, as if something was wriggling silently inside.
Needless to say, this fog will not dissipate until the dungeon is cleared.
Lin Feng took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs and clearing his mind somewhat.
He turned around and began climbing the gravel path...