It didn't take long for Zhu Suiyun to finish the painting, only the red paint was missing. r?anw?e?nｗ?ｅｎ`

"No, Ah Yun, you don't really want to use blood... Think about it, we're always ready to ......."

Zhu Suiyu still couldn't help but persuade him.

"Don't worry," Song Jin looked at him sincerely, shook the strap and alcohol in his hand, and said sincerely: "No, I'm ready to save people, you can go with confidence." ”

Zhu Suiyu: "......"

Zhu Suiyun: "......"

Zhu Suiyun almost wanted to break a pen again, he closed his eyes, and then suppressed the anger surging in his heart, opened his eyes, his black eyes returned to their usual clarity and calmness, he didn't speak, he took the art knife from the side, and slashed down to his left hand without any expression on his face.

The movements are crisp and neat, without the slightest drag.

"Damn, are you really here?"

Zhu Suiyu's eyes were shocked, who knew that Zhu Suiyun's face was still faint, there were no ups and downs, he used his left hand as a paint board, smeared the surging bright blood on the drawing board, and said calmly in his mouth, "Try it." ”

Song Jin didn't understand what he meant, but Zhu Suiyu instantly understood, looked at him with complicated eyes, and didn't stop him.

He should have known that Ah Yun was not such an easy person to compromise, and yesterday he promised Song Jin, but it was nothing more than Song Jin's request that gave him an inspiration.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the artist is a crazy mental patient, and he will try anything that comes to mind, even if it is self-harm.

Zhu Suiyu also saw the news that a sculptor jumped directly from the upper floor of his house, saying that it was to pursue elegant inspiration.

And there are so many colors in the world, there are dozens of levels of red pigment alone, a painting, for painters, what brand of red pigment can produce different effects, I wish you to paint with Yun for many years, major brands, whether it is a famous brand or a miscellaneous brand of pigments have been used a lot.

But I never found the red I liked.

When you are at the end of your rope, you forget that there is a kind of red, which lasts for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, that is, human blood.

Although the blood will be oxidized and blackened after a long time, as long as the blood is red at the moment of coloring, and the whole painting is vividly outlined, it is enough to cause a shock in Zhu Suiyun's eyes.

Zhu Suiyu thought like this, and suddenly raised his head, and his dark pupils shrank suddenly.

Even he had to admit that after such coloring, it was too amazing, and that kind of red was indeed different from those pigments that were distributed with chemical ingredients, as if there was a rhythm of life.

He glanced at Zhu Suiyun's calm face, and a deep worry swelled up again.

What if this red color is too much in Ah Yun's eyes, causing him to draw and self-harm in the future?

Song Jin was also very excited, seeing that Zhu Suiyun was finished, she hurriedly took the alcohol and the strap over, and bent down to bandage his hand.

His fingertips pretended to inadvertently touch the blood he was still bleeding.

At that moment, as if her soul was trembling desperately, she was stunned, and subconsciously licked the blood-stained fingertips, and the slight bloody breath spread from her fingertips to her lips and tongue, but her soul seemed to be infused with infinite power.

Still... It's really him.

Song Jinwan stayed there, she didn't even know that she didn't put down the hand holding Zhu Suiyun, she turned her head in a daze, and suddenly crashed into Zhu Suiyun's dark and bottomless eyes, she seemed to react at this time, and she took a step back in fright.

"Damn, what do you want to do as a woman?" Zhu Suiyu suddenly came back to his senses, and when he saw the hands of the two of them, his eyes widened, "Let go of your hand!" ”