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As soon as he finished his shift, Qin Kun leaned on his seat and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Now he has 2 more functions in his mind.

【Ten Dead Mentors】

Contract Fighters: 0

Description: The Ten Dead City Mentors, the contract master, can sign contracts with hosts below level 30. Consumes 5 drops of calyptic plasma.

Reward: Contract Fighter wins 5 consecutive matches to receive 1 drop of Sycamore Plasma for each match. After 5 matches, you will receive 2 drops of Sycalypse for each win. Each time you can bet against the mentor of the contract fighter, the minimum merit is 100 merit, and the maximum merit is 5W.

Note: One day, you will be full of peach and plums.

Qin Kun can see this function at a glance, there is no other reason, he is a contract fighter, a gladiator who was oppressed back then, and he can finally turn over and become a master.

In the exchange of the Ten Dead City, the item 'Ten Death Contract' appeared, but the price of 5 drops of Yin Cao plasma, Qin Kun did not want to consume it.

He now has a total of 30 drops of Yin Cao plasma, and the current open exchanges are: Blood Corpse Essence (12 drops), Ten Death Contract (5 drops), Huangquan Dao Fruit (30 drops, increase the potential value of the ghost difference by 10 points, each ghost can take 1 time)

In addition to the [Ten Dead Mentors], there is also a function [Ghost Difference Potential]

【Ghost Difference Potential】

Introduction: Every ghost also has potential that can be tapped.

Potential Division:

Spirit Pawn (0~49),

One side is reckless (50~69),

Fierce (70~79),

Evil Comes to the World (80~89),

Peerless Ghost General (90~99),

Yin Dragon Haunting (100).

Niu Meng: 90

Ugly: 75

Skinner: 83

Headless ghosts: 81

Smiley: 87

Xu Tao: 80

The Wedding Ghost: 92

Water Monk: 87

Note: Potential can be changed by the acquired cultivation environment.

Qin Kun saw that he was a ghost in one vote, and the ones who were on 90 were Niu Meng and the ghost in the wedding dress, the ghost in the wedding dress had a mysterious origin, he had fought with the ghost king of Longhuai, and the potential was very high Qin Kun also understood, but he didn't expect Niu Meng to also be on the 90, which made him a little relieved.

But the other ghosts are poor, except for the newly collected water monk and the smiling ghost, there are 87, and the others are average.

But Qin Kun doesn't mind, Qin Kun is not the kind of person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, he has to have a lot of people under him, besides, these ghosts are now at the level of evil ghosts, and they are majestic enough to pull them out.

After Qin Kun won the PK with Bat Emperor Innoqi, he still had a chance to improve the potential of the ghost difference, he didn't want to use it for the time being, even if he raised the potential for Niu Meng and the ghost in the wedding dress now, their level was not even that piece, so it was better to save it first.

Jingle Bell -

The mobile phone rang, Qin Kun retracted his thoughts, took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Qin Xue's phone.

After the Chinese New Year, Qin Xue went back to school directly, and now it is the middle of March in the solar calendar, and she hasn't seen her for almost two months.

"Hello? Light snow. ”

"Brother! Did you miss me? ”

Stinky girl, hypocritical.

Qin Kun pursed his lips angrily, still very happy in his heart.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? ”

Qin Xue muttered, "I hate it!" Not enthusiastic at all, he deserves to be a single! ”

Qin Kun exploded all of a sudden, "Hey, you little girl, how can you talk?" Has someone bullied you or is there not enough money to spend? ”

Qin Kun touched his pocket, he now has 5 or 6W on his body, and all the money is smashed for decoration, but it's still okay to give Qin Xue some money, after all, we are just a baby sister.

"Hey, who dares to bully me, our school is about to have a sports day, are you coming? This weekend. Qin Xue asked.

Today is only Monday, there is still a week to go, for the school, Qin Kun is still very happy to go, and with young people, he can feel the vitality and vitality.

His kind of work, contact with either the old man or the dead, is too dull.

"Well, I should be able to go, I'll have to see the time."

Spring is here, how can you do it without stepping on spring, look at the young people running, jumping high and jumping, the girls cheerleading a dance, and shouting 'Come on, seniors', Qin Kun is happy when he thinks about it.

He's only 23 years old this year.

Qin Xue said happily: "That's okay, you must come, I'm from the school's literature and art department, watch me dance cheerleading when the time comes!" With that, Qin Xue hung up the phone.

Huh?

What the hell is cheer?

Qin Kun was suspicious, it seemed to be a cheerleader's jump?

Well...... If it's a cheerleader, won't it be a little too revealing? Should I leave it to myself?

Qin Kun was hesitating, after all, Qin Xue was quite good-looking, but his father had specifically instructed him that he couldn't fall in love in his freshman year.

"Damn! When did buddy become a sister maniac? Qin Kun forcibly didn't think about it so much, he was too worried, and if he cared too much, Qin Xue wouldn't grow up. Anyway, in the future, she will have to let herself look for the object she is looking for, so don't think about it so much for the time being.

This week's task, another is to go to the university town of Yangliu District to collect a ghost, just go over and have a look. Qin Kun decided.

……

A week has passed in a blink of an eye.

On Friday night, Qin Kun came to the vicinity of the university town.

The place where he lives is a studio, Yuan Xinghan's studio.

This painter did not choose to move his studio away from the downtown area and live in seclusion in the mountains, but hid in the city like a row of popular studios.

As the saying goes, the big hidden in the city, Qin Kun looked at it, and looked curiously at a row of villas a hundred meters away: "Brother Yuan, I don't believe what you said about the big hidden in the city, but I really didn't expect that I could still see Sister Jiang Lan's home when I stayed here, are you sure you think it's more convenient to have a tryst here?" ”

Yuan Xinghan staggered and turned his head resentfully: "Director Qin, when I paint, can you stop joking?" I've got a bad draw again......"

Looking at Yuan Xinghan's sad appearance, Qin Kun said, "Then you can't blame me." You have a problem with your concentration, it must be like this......"

Since Friday, Qin Kun has greeted Yuan Xinghan, and after staying here for a few days, Yuan Xinghan is very welcome. After all, his painting style is supernatural and terrifying, and with Qin Kun in charge, it is equivalent to raising a town house dog.

I don't know if Qin Kun knows Yuan Xinghan's thoughts, and will kill him.

Qin Kun sat in the studio, looking at the street below.

It is said to be a studio, which used to be an abandoned printing factory, but because of its proximity to the Linjiang Academy of Fine Arts, the local area was developed into an art park.

This area is all art studios, or art blocks.

"Guliuqiao ......" Qin Kun muttered the name here, "Good name, as good as Fan Lane!" But it doesn't quite like the name of the art district......"

Yuan Xinghan was speechless in his heart, how could such a poetic name pop out of his mouth and look so dirty.

Powder Lane, is that a place for prostitutes???

At night, Qin Kun practiced breathing in the studio of Nuoda, and Yuan Xinghan painted quietly, and the two did not disturb each other, each immersed in their own world.

The faint light came in from the window, Yuan Xinghan likes to light candles when painting at night, and he doesn't like to turn on the lights, and Qin Kun doesn't care about the light.

He sat motionless on the sofa for three hours, and Yuan Xinghan sat motionless in front of the drawing board for three hours.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps interrupted the silence.

"Xinghan, can you eat something?"

The beautiful and virtuous Jiang Lan walked in, carrying a lunch box, and behind her was her mother, Mrs. Jiang.

Mrs. Jiang is now more and more satisfied with Yuan Xinghan, after all, the two are already engaged, and after a while, as soon as Yuan Xinghan and Jiang Lan get married, she will have half a son.

"Hehe, Xinghan, don't be like your master, painting all day long, ruining your body, and the lights have to be turned on, you people who are engaged in art, I understand that you have quirks, but you have to pay attention to your eyes."

After the old lady finished speaking, she was about to turn on the lights in the studio.

Yuan Xinghan said: "Don't turn on the lights yet!" ”

A loud voice echoed in the studio, and the old lady was startled, and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Jiang Lan.

After ten minutes, Yuan Xinghan breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's finally done!" ”

Jiang Lan and the old lady stepped forward and found that on the drawing board, it was a young man, sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, his expression relaxed, but his body was straight, his expression and posture had a special sense of disharmony, but in the dim tone, it seemed that the painting was telling an unknown story, giving people a kind of imagination.

Behind the young man, on the windowsill, sat a woman in a wedding dress, who looked out the window with a distracted gaze.

One composition of two subjects, originally a disadvantage, but let the discerning people look at it, will figure out a special taste, in fact, the main body of this painting is not these two people, but the two actions, the indescribable emotions.

It's not like love, it's not like it's obsession, it's not like it's sinful love, it's a little entangled, a little tacit, a little care, in short, everyone can see their emotions.

"Good painting! Good...... Good! ”

At the door of the studio, a white-haired old man walked in, looked at the unfinished painting, and kept praising him.

"Xinghan, if this painting can be completed, it will be of the highest quality!"

Jiang Boxiu was overjoyed, as if the painting was painted by himself, and Mrs. Jiang's expression froze after seeing the person on the painting: Is it him?

……