The atmosphere in the box was quiet, and only the sound of paintbrushes rubbing against the paper could be heard.

As early as a few minutes ago, Ling Xing and the weak girl were already standing in the place where there were painting tools, and the position happened to be facing each other...... Then start closing your eyes and thinking about what you want to draw.

"How could you win me over such a subject as Gongkou?" the weak girl was the first to open her eyes, and her eyes seemed to be flashing with fanatical brilliance. She quickly picked up her paintbrush and began to sketch the outlines on the white paper.

Depression, or madness?

No matter how you describe it, anyway, after the moment when the weak girl put pen to paper, everyone present felt as if there was something heavy and depressed in their hearts. Especially Ling Xing, who was standing on the opposite side, felt the most obvious, she was defenseless at first, she was so shocked that she almost had to fall off the palm of her hand unsteadily, and now after getting used to it, she can refocus on her own creation with the afterglow of the internship period.

Why is there an environmental buff when you draw a picture?Ye Zidie's expression was a little subtle, and she was a little unsure whether the person in front of her was a painter or a master who had traveled from another world......

The rich black gas overflowed from the moment the weak girl put down the pen, and it seemed that hideous skeletons and grimaces had been formed, and the surrounding environment seemed to have Satan singing in a low voice, and the charming demon was tempting the lamb who was about to fall astray......

On the paper, the outline of the gloomy palace gradually takes shape, and at first glance it is a work in the dark style. As for how the gloom is revealed, it is very simple, with black and dark purple tones throughout, and the dead trees outside the palace...... If you ask a layman who has no artistic cells at all, he can be sure that this painting must be full of magic.

"What can she draw? This one feels so powerful at the beginning......" In order not to disturb the attention of the two people who were playing, Ye Zidie quietly pulled Leng Mengyuan into a corner and asked in a whisper.

"I don't know," Leng Mengyuan shook his head, "but I know that the probability of Ling Xing wanting to win can basically be declared zero." She said very solemnly.

"It's not unreasonable for the two sisters who are weak in theology to want to challenge Yufeng Bomo, and in terms of the current basic composition, the strength of the weak girl can already be ranked in the top 20 of the painter's list. ”

The top ten painters are the legendary god-level touches. And those who are in the top 20 and outside the top 10 can be called masters, so Leng Mengyuan and An Xiaoqian can be ranked in the position of sixteen and eighteen at such a young age, which is enough to prove their strength, you must know that the remaining painters in the top 20 are already over thirty years old!

And now two people have randomly appeared, they are also not very old, but their strength is also so good, they have to make Leng Mengyuan rise in awe. Don't look at her current scenery, God knows how many peerless masters with deep hidden merits and fame outside the SOS Painters Association, such as the classmate Theological Bully Girl......

Therefore, she can't slack off, she still has to continue to work hard!

"Doesn't my sister have the slightest chance?" Ye Zidie's expression was full of loneliness.

"Not necessarily, think on the bright side, after all, the final arbitration method is collective voting, in case more people like Ling Xing's mouth, provided that she is in a state, and the quality of the painting is not much worse than that of a weak girl. Leng Mengyuan patted his shoulder and comforted Ye Zidie.

"That's right, it's too late to worry about anything now!" Ye Zidie smiled again, and began to cheer for Ling Xing silently in her heart.

What is Ling Xing's current state of mind?

As mentioned earlier, when the weak girl put down the pen, the strange atmosphere startled her, causing her to tremble so much that she almost didn't hold the brush, and it was not until later that she adjusted, and then ......

In fact, to be honest, she recovered really well later. Although it seems that there is a terrifying force field around the body of a weak girl who is amplifying and weakening herself, how can she catch up with her body's thirst for pleasure that seems to go deep into the bone marrow?

Wet all over her body is the driving force that supports her unremitting pursuit in the world of Gongkou, striving to move forward, and bravely climbing the peak! Her foundation has not collapsed, so why can't she create an epic chapter that people do not stand up for?

So, after a few minutes, both of them had successfully constructed the outline they wanted to draw, and it was up to them to inject flesh into it. Ling Xing and the weak girl looked very serious, as if they were carefully caring for a croaking baby to thrive.

At times like these, it's easier to know what the creator has in mind. Ye Zidie and the others quietly moved their steps to the weak girl first, wanting to see what she wanted to draw to win this competition.

The dark hall is just the background, and the real protagonist is at the gate of the majestic hall, hanging barefoot in the air, and her body is wrapped with many black tentacles...... At first glance, the tentacles seemed to come to life, squirming disgustingly, and filling the girl.

Suddenly, an evil atmosphere came to the nose.

But to everyone's surprise, the struggling girls wrapped in despair were very familiar......! Oh, and it did.

"Why do you look at me like that?" The girl was a little uneasy, she also came over, and then naturally saw her sister's masterpiece.

"Do we have a grudge?" said the Scholar Girl with a stomachache.

The figure on the screen is very familiar, isn't that me?

"Yes!" replied the weak girl without raising her head.

"Who made his sister's black history into a galgame game, and it was sold at the campus festival organized by the school?"

"Poof—"

Ling Xing's hand shook again, almost ruining the painting she had worked so hard to draw, you must know that the brush she was using now could not be altered!

What did she just hear, galgame?black history?school big sell?

It's a pit girl madman, what else can she say? This is really ...... So talented!

"Wasn't that when I was a little short of money...... "The girl nodded her fingers awkwardly, "And it's good to sacrifice yourself and entertain the public?"

"Then don't blame me for painting you now! You can also entertain the public!" said the weak girl angrily.