Chapter 38

The people in the penguin group slept very late. They called it "Xiu Xian". Anyway, they didn't know if they had cultivated successfully or not. In the end, everyone suffered like they were about to die suddenly.

What people are discussing today is the difference between the painting methods of different painters, and everyone in the group is haunting and expressing their own opinions.

[The monsters drawn by Jiqiu are so beautiful, they all have an elegant feeling. 】

[The hair and clothes are very beautifully drawn, and there are so many characters drawn without a heavy face. Compared with some comics that share a face, I am filled with emotion. 】

[So Guoman is not necessarily bad, you can see that the characters drawn by Jiqiu with this ink-based painting method have their own beauty. 】

[Who is the most beautiful picture here? I think the boy in white last time drew quite handsome, and he drew a kind of handsome boy in ink and wash. 】

[I like when Jiqiu paints blood with ink... ah, I have already been planted by Jiqiu. For the first time, I feel how beautiful this kind of hazy painting method is to draw blood. The red color is just like Like floating in water. 】

...

In the dimly lit room, two lit candles were placed on the table, one on the left and one on the right, and the candles burned very quietly.

Yuan Yuanyuan sat in front of the table, looked at a white porcelain plate the size of a face on the table, picked up the knife next to it, and gently slid it along her hand.

A red blood dripped down the skin little by little, and the color was extraordinarily brilliant under the candlelight.

Yuan Yuanyuan's face was inexplicably cloudy under the candlelight.

She pressed the skin lightly with one hand to make the blood flow more.

When the plate was laid on the bottom, she reached back, picked up the bandage on one side and wrapped it around the wound, watching the steady burning candlelight suddenly tremble next to her.

The blood standing still in the plate slowly fluctuated, a small vortex slowly formed in the middle, and finally a small red bean was left under the plate.

Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the slowly forming red beans, stood up from the table, blew out the candles on both sides, first left and then right.

Then she got up and turned on the light.

...The dark room suddenly lit up, and the atmosphere of a cult-like atmosphere just now suddenly became everyday.

The incandescent lamp above his head was on as usual, Yuan Yuanyuan rubbed his eyes and gave a slap, got up and pushed the chair back, and then began to remove the two candles that were glued to the table with wax.

This is actually her kitchen. The table just set up is her dining table, and the plate is a special plate for microwave ovens.

Yuan Yuanyuan picked up a spoon, scooped out the small red bean in the center of the plate, took it under the faucet and rushed back and forth, then picked up the blood-filled plate and shook it back and forth.

The red liquid was slightly viscous, and they swayed slightly in the plate, without splashing out of the shallow plate.

...Every month for Yuan Yuanyuan, there are two major events related to blood, one is the visit of the aunt, and the other is to make this kind of thing that looks very similar to red beans.

This thing that is very similar to Hongdou is her monthly rent. Yuan Yuanyuan maintains the rate of making one per month, and pays it every three months.

Yuan Yuanyuan knew how to do this a long time ago, and it was the fastest magic trick she had learned. The method is to condense the magic power in the blood into a small bead with two waxes on a plate.

Yuan Yuanyuan couldn't remember what the monster who told herself this method looked like back then, because that monster was as weak as her, and the two had been together for a week before the weak monster died.

She looked at the blood on the plate, thought for a while, then pulled out another crisper from the bowl rack, poured the blood into it, wrapped the plastic wrap several times, and put it in the refrigerator.

To say that Yuan Yuanyuan has changed the most since she became a monster for so long, she can only say that she has become more courageous, and she will not be afraid to see more blood.

Back then, when she was watching anime, the people in the novel would swipe a knife on her hand at every turn to draw a magic circle or something. She felt pain when she saw it.

But now, she can proudly announce - she can too.

... She can also draw a summoning formation on the ground, and then summon a **** Wentai with a "pop". Eyebrows are not wrinkled.

Yuan Yuanyuan threw the red beans into the bedside table. Sitting on the bed, I continued to search for the question just now on Du Niang, "What is the price of blood in the hospital?"

The prices below are various, Yuan Yuanyuan looked at it, and one answer was, "800 yuan for 400cc".

How much is 400cc?

Yuan Yuanyuan wanted to search this amount again, but suddenly remembered another serious problem——

The blood in the hospital... It seems that can't take it away and pack it...

She dropped her eyes, thought about it, and closed the refrigerator door tightly.

...

"Yuanyuan." Sister Lizi asked Yuan Yuanyuan, "Why are you so sleepy? Do you need to go to sleep?"

"Ah? It's okay." Yuan Yuanyuan said.

She rubbed her eyes and watched Mengman vote in real time on her phone. The name of the man in black has now been changed to "Yuan".

The source of this name was decided by the official Mengman. Originally, everyone was calling a man in black and a man in black. Who knew that one morning when I woke up, I suddenly found that the name on the vote had changed from the man in black to Yuan. .

Yuan Yuanyuan was driving Mengman repeatedly, and she was quite uneasy. She looked at the words below the comment, and the more she read, the more confused her heart became.

[What happened to Faning and Tong Xin? I thought Tong Xin was a good person, why did he suddenly defect. 】

[It's not a betrayal either... Didn't you find that there were signs of Tong Xin in the first few issues? There are a few pictures of her standing behind Faning with a gloomy expression. 】

【What should Fanning do?】

[I don't know...but I have a bold idea. 】

[I also have... I always feel that Yuan should go to save Faning, because he has helped him a few times before, and I always feel that Yuan is like the thigh that he held for the protagonist in the early stage. 】

[The protagonist was sent to this place to upgrade in the early stage. The mortality rate is high, and it must be opened. I think Yuan is the best one for the protagonist to hang, especially at this time. 】

[Similar to the feeling of a life mentor, after all, Faning is not popular in his own sect, and there is no one to point him, relying on Yuan to come. 】

Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the comments below... 80% of them guessed that she would be the one who would save the protagonist.

How could it be her?

Yuan Yuanyuan threw the phone aside, picked up a cup and wiped it hard.

"Hey, wipe it slowly, the flowers on it will almost wipe you off." Sister Lizi said.

Yuan Yuanyuan held her hands for a while, lowered her head, slowed down the movements in her hands, and continued to wipe.

...Peach Blossom Lane.

There is no place called Taohua Alley nearby, but after two stops, there is a place called Taohua Park.

A small park full of peach blossom trees, it is estimated that the peach blossoms are not in bloom at this time.

Yuan Yuanyuan felt like grass was growing in her heart. The more she didn't let herself think about those things, the more those things came out of her mind.

Endless, like wildfire.

"Hey? Yuanyuan, what's wrong with your hand?"

Yuan Yuanyuan was awakened by Sister Lizi's voice, "I'm bleeding..."

"Oh, I thought someone was bullying you." Sister Lizi said.

Yuan Yuanyuan looked at her hand, the cut was a little bigger today, and it hasn't healed yet.

In fact, the monster's wound healed very quickly. She was bleeding a bit more today.

When returning home, Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the brightly lit pub behind her, turned around and walked on the street, an inexplicable idea popped into her mind.

——If no one saves the protagonist this time, what will happen to him?

They are a real world, or is it just a comic? If no one saves him, will the protagonist die directly, or will he be rescued by Ji Qiu?

When she thought so, Yuan Yuanyuan walked to a shop window with a pair of beautiful red high-heeled shoes.

She stared at the transparent glass of the window for a long time. Her face was reflected on the glass, and it was somewhat distorted on the glass.

If 80% of the readers of a comic have the same voice, then the next development of the plot will probably be like this.

What if... the show has already started and the actors haven't arrived?

Yuan Yuanyuan stared at herself in the mirror for a long time, then suddenly turned around, looked at the bright sky, and ran towards Peach Blossom Park, two stops away.

If the last issue was about Faning's poisoning... According to the time, Faning should have been to Peach Blossom Lane by now.

At least a day has passed now... Maybe it will be cold for everyone.

Yuan Yuanyuan's speed was very fast. She ran along the street. On the empty street, it was like a gust of wind.

Peach Blossom Lane...is it Peach Blossom Park?

When Yuan Yuanyuan stepped into the Peach Blossom Park, she suddenly felt warm all over her body.

This anti-seasonal situation mobilized all of Yuan Yuanyuan's nerves at once.

She groaned in her heart, thinking, sure enough... that Peach Blossom Lane is Peach Blossom Park, and don't know why she guessed so accurately.

In the dark park, pink peach blossoms spread all over the ground. Looking up, tiny petals are falling from the branches.

A gust of wind blew, and the pink peach petals fell off the original round shoulders. She took a little breath and smelled the fragrance of peach blossoms.

There are quite a lot of modern facilities in the park, but at this moment, they all seem to be dead and covered with a layer of dust.

There are only some antique things, still bright colors.

It's already autumn.

She took a deep breath and walked slowly inside. It was dark in the park, and there were no lights everywhere, but you could see green fireflies floating nearby.

The flowers planted nearby have all withered, and only the color of peach blossoms remains in the entire park.

After passing a small fountain in front of the park, they came to a pavilion. Yuan Yuanyuan saw a peach blossom tree beside the pavilion after walking far away.

The tree fell all over the ground with petals, and the tree was extraordinarily lush. The huge tree was next to the pavilion, almost covering the pavilion.

In the nearby area, this tree is the tallest... But in Yuan Yuanyuan's memory, it was not. She remembered that the willow tree was planted next to the gazebo.

Everything seems to be in an illusion, but Yuan Yuanyuan knows that this is an illusion...

She didn't know anything a week ago, but now she knows that this is an illusion, and it is a very wide-ranging illusion.

If there is an illusion, there is naturally a way to remove the illusion.

Yuan Yuanyuan changed its shape, and walked over there cautiously. As soon as he probed out, he saw a person lying in the pavilion.

It was a girl with a face like a peach blossom, her eyes closed, and she was sleeping peacefully.

Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the face, a little unfamiliar, but she was familiar with the clothes... the clothes of the protagonist and their school.

Can't go up like this... This kind of thing looks like a trap, whoever goes up is stupid.

She looked around, recalling the witchcraft she had seen before, tore off the bandage on her wrist a little, and pressed it hard again on the wrist that was about to heal.

A bright red liquid flowed out.

How did you read the formula for deciphering the illusion?

She lightly dipped her fingers in the liquid, whispered a sentence in her mouth, and carefully smeared the blood on the corners of her two eyes with her fingertips.

The blood stains became lighter and lighter, and finally became a red as if floating in the water.

"As expected of a big monster who is said to be prettier than girls."

...

The original round movement stopped.

A woman's soft voice rang from behind Yuan Yuanyuan. "The painting is so beautiful, I want to ask you to help me paint it."

Yuan Yuanyuan's hand was gently put down, and her heart was raised.

What the hell! The boss is here! The boss is here! The boss! It's here! Here!

Nima, I quit my job, I want to run away!!!!!! You don't play cards according to the routine, how can I beat this!

"I also read that picture book, it's really beautiful, I don't know about you, senior, do you know the origin of that Jiqiu?"

The woman's voice became softer and softer, "But senior, why did you run away back then...why didn't you hide the things on your chest?"

Yuan Yuanyuan's eyes turned to her chest slightly, and a red jade was waiting quietly.

The female voice behind her said again, "Haha... It's worse than a woman to survive until today. I want to give you a nickname, why don't I call it... Yuan Erniang, what do you think?"

Yuan Yuanyuan turned her head and glanced at it, the woman was wearing a beautiful pink dress, with classic hair, with a peach blossom in her hair.

Is this a... an insulting title?

Yuan Yuanyuan's mind instantly floated through "Master Rabbit", "Faces" and these messy things.

You are worthy of being a literate person... You can scold people so nicely...

She didn't understand nine of the ten sentences that the person said just now, but she felt that the amount of information was still very large.

She picked up the knife in her sleeve and quickly placed it on a branch of peach blossom that was drawn towards her.

In the early morning, in the penguin colony that had built Yiye Xian, there were still people who didn't sleep.

[I just copied it, and I used watercolor to paint a few autumn blood.】

【Are you good at painting?】

[It's not easy to draw... My eyes are going to be blind. Ji Qiu's blood is too fine.】

[Why don't you try it with real blood? I always feel that Ji Qiu's paintings are very real, just like paintings with real blood.】

[…Don’t make trouble, okay?】