When Rat Bao returned to the Colosseum, he saw at a glance the actor Li Jinghui who was standing by the wall and painting something. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

No way, it's too eye-catching, the other newcomers are enjoying the last-minute pleasure before this decisive battle, but he is painting with an easel, which is really hard not to notice.

Rat Bao clasped his hands in his sleeves and walked over quietly.

The former actor obviously didn't notice the mouse treasure, and was still engrossed in painting his own paintings, only to see him sometimes looking up at the big playground, sometimes bowing his head and waving charcoal, and a layer of sketches had been built next to the stool.

Pulling the hand that had finally been warm out of his sleeve, Rat Bao picked up the sketch and opened it, there were twenty-one in total.

In the first shot, the demon stretched out his tongue to attack the person looking at the painting, and the ferocity came out of the paper.

In the second picture, the demons have their hands and feet cut off, and their ugly faces are full of sorrow.

In the third, the demon is impaled and hung on an iron tree, his eyes rolling and bleeding profusely.

In the fourth, the demon is tied with his hands and feet in a steamer and steamed, and he looks up and begs for mercy.

……

After the eighteen ghost pictures, there are three ghost king pictures.

These three ghost kings with hideous and ugly faces and fierce and irritable breaths are different from all the ghosts at first glance.

After reading the sketch in his hand, Rat Bao looked up at the one that the actor was painting now, and it was indeed a picture of the ghost king.

"Are you painting Yanbei Prison?" Rat Bao Road.

Li Jinghui, who was concentrating on painting, was startled by a certain treasure who suddenly spoke, and the tip of the pen dragged forward, and a long stroke passed across the face of the ghost king.

Li Jinghui looked at the ruined painting quietly for a while, then turned around and stared at the rat treasure with cold eyes.

"Poof! Your old man has such a good temper, if only I would have done it. Rat Bao smiled and said in an instigating tone.

Seeing her unrepentant virtue, the coldness in Li Jinghui's eyes became less and less, and in the end, he sighed: "Don't you have the slightest apology for ruining other people's hard work?" ”

Rat Bao smiled: "Is it useful to apologize?" So why should I do it when it's useless? ”

The actor was stupid when he heard it, so he didn't apologize at all because it was useless? How on earth do you take such nonsense for granted?

Rat Baocai didn't care what he thought, he drew a long sword based on that horizontal after grabbing a few strokes of the charcoal pen, and the sharp long sword crossed the face of the ghost king, which did not destroy its terror and majesty at all, but added a wisp of murderous aura.

After the revision, Rat Bao turned his head and said, "Eighteen pictures of ghosts in hell and four pictures of ghost kings, is it really good for you to draw Yanbei Prison like this?" ”

Anyway, I grew up watching Li Jinghui's movies, and Rat Bao couldn't bear to see him being repaired by a group of bad-tempered "evil ghosts" like this, so he gave a warning.

Li Jinghui glanced at the sweet-looking mouse treasure, and then looked at the paintings that were even more terrifying after she changed them, and suddenly felt that this girl was like a fog, which was incomprehensible.

"I didn't expect your hands to kill people to be good for painting." He hadn't forgotten the scene on the shallows, if he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been killed by this girl a long time ago.

"Generally speaking, that is, my eldest cousin likes to draw, and I have only studied with her for a few years." Rat Bao Jiao'er Lang turned the charcoal in his hand on the spot, "It's only been two days since I was transferred to prison to get such a set of tools, I have the ability!" ”

"One of the prison guards here is a fan of mine and asked me to sign him. I said I don't have extra pen and paper, I want to draw. It just so happened that he also liked to draw, so he happened to have such a set of painting tools, so he lent it to me. As he spoke, he took the charcoal pen and continued to draw with the changes made by the rat treasure.

Soon, another hideous and terrifying ghost king was active on the paper.

"This is the closest thing I've ever seen to hell." Putting down the brush, the actor sighed.

Rat Bao sneered: "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, and I'm scared just by listening to others talk casually." ”

Li Jinghui was silent.

Is he afraid?

When he heard the bloody rules in this prison, it was a lie to say that he was not afraid, although he suffered from stomach cancer and died soon, no one was not afraid of death.

If he was still a little confident in his fist and foot kung fu at the beginning, then after seeing the fight between the two Lou Kings just now, this confidence disappeared without a trace.

He couldn't beat these two Lou Wang, Li Jinghui knew this deeply, so when he felt confused in his heart, he couldn't help but want to paint to vent his suppressed emotions.

"Are you done? Can you show me. "Rat Bao Dao.

Li Jinghui took down the sketch and handed it to her.

"Hee-hee, it's really like it."

As Rat Bao spoke, she made a gesture: she aimed the long-tongued ghost at a group of twittering women, the severed hand ghost at a group of men who beat weak chickens, the iron tree ghost at a villain who was standing next to someone else biting his ears, and the steamer ghost at an idler who was talking to each other......

Li Jinghui's heart tightened.

That's right! She actually got it all right!!

"Hehe, that's pretty interesting." After the joy was over, Rat Bao stuffed the sketch back into Li Jinghui's hand, "I'll go first, and you old man will play slowly." ”

"Wait a minute!" Looking at the girl's back, Li Jinghui subconsciously called out to her.

Rat Bao didn't speak, just turned his head, and a cold light flashed in the eyes of the lychee that was originally smiling, and it was fleeting.

"Is there anything else?" She said.

There are always some newcomers who like to step on the old man's body and climb up, and if this actor also has this idea...... The smile on Rat Bao's face became even stronger.

In fact, Li Jinghui's retention of the rat treasure is just an instinct, a subconscious action without thinking.

But after seeing Rat Bao's smile, he suddenly made up his mind, because ...... He discovers a secret.

"Would you like to draw one too?" Li Jinghui raised his hand and handed out the charcoal pen in his hand.

Rat Bao rolled his eyes and nodded: "Well, it's true that I haven't painted for a long time, so let's have fun." ”

A new piece of drawing paper was spread out again, and Rat Bao also played.

Seeing that large sea of sunflowers appear on the paper, the calculating color in Li Jinghui's eyes became deeper and deeper.

Just like words are like people, painting can also reveal a person's psychological world through image information, it can more objectively see a person's character, and it is more real than the person's expressions and words.

So......

"How?" Rat Bao stopped his pen and turned his head to look at the actor, with a look of anticipation.

Li Jinghui took a closer look at the sunflower sea, nodded and said, "The painting is good, but it seems that something is missing." ”

What's missing?

Rat Bao looked back at her painting with a sluggish face, she painted plants, there are flowers and leaves, isn't it, what is missing??

"Give me a hint, composition." Li Jinghui didn't say more, took out the painting and returned it to Rat Bao, and then began to pack up the painting tools.

Composition?

Rat Bao looked down at the sea of flowers in his hand, stunned.