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Fang Xiao and Hoover walked to the front of the deacon hall, and there was a person in a black deacon uniform who seemed to be waiting here early, and as soon as he saw Hoover's arrival, he immediately greeted him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I saw that the person who came was a tall and thin man, neatly dressed in black deacon robes, with a pair of white gloves on his hands, and his hair neatly combed back, looking meticulous.

The man walked up to Hoover, pressed his right hand with white gloves lightly on his left chest, and bowed slightly to Hoover.

"Honorable Lord Hoover, everything has been prepared according to your instructions, please come with me."

"Thank you." Hoover nodded, letting the deacon lead the way in front, and Fang Xiao and Hoover followed behind and walked into the deacon hall.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a large hall, elegantly decorated, black marble paving the floor, setting off the atmosphere of the whole hall simple and capable. At this time, there were many black-clothed deacons shuttling through the hall, a busy scene.

Probably because he used to be a peer, Fang Xiao, who was following behind this deacon, couldn't help but look at this deacon twice.

Behave appropriately and be courteous

It does seem to be a lot more formal than those of us who are dependents

But so what?

What is the most important thing about being a deacon?

It's looks!

How to wear a deacon uniform to look good!

He's far worse than me!

Cut......

The deacon, unaware of the contempt of his peers who followed him, led the two men through the empty and busy hall to a fine tearoom.

"Please wait here for a while, and I'll call the painter."

Immediately, the black-clad deacon turned and pushed the door open and walked out.

"Painter?"

Fang Xiao saw Hoover sitting on a chair in the room, and Fang Xiao also sat down. He asked, "What are you looking for an artist?" ”

Hoover picked up the cup that had already been filled with tea on the table, tasted it, nodded, and replied, "We are looking for the best painter in the Sect of Light, he can make a portrait of the person you are looking for according to your description, and then we will spread this portrait throughout the Sect of Light and other surrounding countries, and let all the members of the Sect of Illumination help find it together." ”

Hearing Hoover's words, Fang Xiao unconsciously lowered his head and fell silent.

Really.....

That's... That's great...

Fang Xiao has not had a good time in the past few days, and the matter of looking for scarlet is like a mountain pressing on his heart, making him a little breathless.

On the way to follow Raphael to the Holy City, Fang Xiao had thought countless times about breaking his promise, leaving Raphael's side, and going all over the world alone to find that little figure, but his reason had always suppressed this impulse, because Fang Xiao knew in his heart that joining the Cult of Light and using the power of the Sect of Light was the best way at present.

The desire to immediately rush out to find Scarlet and his rational judgment were constantly struggling in Fang Xiao's thoughts, and Fang Xiao felt that if he continued like this, he would go crazy.

But to Fang Xiao's surprise, the help given to him by the Light God Sect was much greater than he had imagined before.

It seems that I made the right decision.

All the pain and patience is worth it for this outcome.

It's great that I'm here...

"Thank you..."

After hearing the thanks, Hoover put down the teacup in his hand, turned his face, looked at Fang Xiao, who was still there with his head bowed, his shoulders trembling slightly, and smiled slightly.

"You're welcome, here's what we're supposed to do..."

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Luxengo is one of the most famous great painters of the Cult of Light, and he is also a devout believer of the Cult of Light, his paintings are favored and sought after by the entire human world, and even many are known as masterpieces, these works will be appreciated and praised by the world no matter how long they circulate in this world, when he was alive, people put him together with those great painters who have been famous in the history of human art for a long time, but his works are very few in circulation in this world, Because collectors hold his works firmly in their hands, and when he closes his eyes, the value of his works can multiply several times...

Luxengo is very old, and when asked which one of his most satisfying works is, surprisingly, he does not name any of the heirlooms he paints, but reverently says: "I have been involved in the repair of the frescoes of the Temple of Light." Although it is only a small corner, it is the best work of my life, and the greatest glory of my life. ”

But this pious and great painter is having some trouble painting today, and looking at the black-haired young man sitting in front of him, Luxengo feels a little big...

As a devout member of the Cult of Light, as soon as he heard that Lord Hoover of the Temple needed to find a painter to make a painting, Luxengo took the initiative to come to the door and recommend himself, but he did not expect to encounter such a situation that stumped him today.

Looking at this black-haired young man who was looking at him expectantly, Lusengo couldn't help but ask again, "Could you please describe the appearance of the person you are looking for again..."

"Uh... The hair is black, the eyes are black, the shape of the lips ... Kindness... It's lovely! The nose is small, but it's also cute! The ears are not big, but they are also very cute! The cutest thing is her eyes! It's like I can talk... Very short, a little skinny, boobs... Forehead... There is no such thing! ”

“......”

What a pale language!

How do you write this?

"Can you describe it in more detail?"

"Detailed? Forehead... Eyebrow... It's also cute, with a jaw... It's lovely too..."

"You can't just change the word!"

"Another word? Oh good... It's cute! ”

"What do you mean by moe?"

"It's very cute."

“......”

Seeing the bitterness on the face of the invited painter who claimed to be the best painter in the Bright Sect, and his refusal to put down the pen for a long time, Fang Xiao was also anxious! simply said: "I can't describe the cuteness of my family, because there is no word in this world to describe her cuteness, otherwise you let me draw one first, and then you will change it according to it." ”

“......”

Do you paint? Do I change?

I am the greatest painter of this century! Who do you think you are?

Although what the black-haired boy said was insulting to his dignity, it was something that Lord Hoover had confessed, and Luxengo, who was a devout disciple, had no choice but to hand over the pen and sketchpad to Fang Xiao.

Fang Xiao held the paintbrush in his hand, and constantly recalled the scarlet voice and smile in his mind, and what he said to himself, the paintbrush naturally moved on the drawing board, venting all his feelings and emotions.

"Fang Xiao! Wash people's faces..."

"Don't eat green peppers! People hate eating green peppers! ”

"Don't be afraid if someone is there!"

"You're a family member! Everyone knows everything you think! ”

"You promised someone! You said you would always be by someone's side! Please! Don't abandon others, okay? Please!! ”

“......”

Dark red...

Where are you now?

Why can't I see you when I know you're still alive in this world...

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"I'm done."

"Show me!"

Fang Xiao found that the painter sitting in front of him did not look good at this time, so Fang Xiao had no choice but to honestly hand the sketchpad in his hand to the old painter's hand.

After Luxengo got the drawing board, he glanced at it, and his face changed in an instant!

Fang Xiao looked at Luxengo's drastic expression, and stood up excitedly in an instant: "What? Have you ever met this person? ”

Lusengo shook his head and denied the question, he looked at the painting drawn by Fang Xiao carefully, and said with great surprise:

"It's... Could this be the legendary long-lost method of abstract painting!! ”

“......”

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ps: Make up for the chapter owed on Saturday, uh... I remember saying that I would make up for it on Sunday, but it was delayed until Tuesday... Because today is the Qixi Festival, I would like to dedicate two chapters to you, and I wish you all a happy Qixi Festival...

PS: Yes! It's all an excuse to celebrate the Qixi Festival! Oranges are shameless renegade! It's been delayed until now to make up for you.,I'm really sorry.,If you feel angry.,You can add the orange's book friend group to scold me.,Orange is here to assure you:

Oranges will never get excited by everyone's scolding!!

People aren't shaking m!