When Mo Shuang was still disgusting the man's movements, he suddenly heard the word "living carving", his pupils contracted dramatically, and his breathing began to become short.

What? Living Eagle?! It tricked me into coming here to be a living carving?!

Anger and fear slammed into the head and face.

The man stopped talking, turned behind him and continued his movements.

I don't know how long it was, but it was a few weeks. Frost's back was finally freed, and the man turned to him, brushing away his long hair from his chest, and then began to paint on Frost's chest with a very thin brush dipped in black ink. The delicate brush strokes were a little itchy on Mo Shuang's chest, but he couldn't move, so he had to hold back. However, he was a little curious after all, what the hell was this man doing, the eyes on his lowered head never left the brush, but he couldn't see the reason clearly.

The man was completely unaware of the eyes of the person in the pen, and still concentrated on drawing carefully one stroke at a time. The ink is thick and the ink is not bad, and the lines can be clearly displayed without dripping.

After about two weeks of such boredom, the pattern on the right side of the chest finally gradually appeared. From the middle to the right breast, it is a dragon head drawn!

"Dragon?" thought to Ink Frost.

However, it didn't take long for him to feel a chill in his buttocks, and Ink Frost was startled, and he wanted to speak, but he never had the strength. What's even more terrifying is that after a few days, he clearly felt the wet brush move from his hips to his hips, and there was a tendency to attack his inner thighs.

If he could scold at this moment, I'm afraid he would have already scolded. At this time, Mo Shuang was ashamed and angry, his eyes were wide open, and he almost gritted his teeth.

"Ah...... A few days later, the man let out a satisfied sigh, and then he walked around to Ink Frost and said to him with a smile, "I'll surprise you!"

After that, let someone bring a large bronze mirror that falls on three sides, and after placing it in position, lift the mirror cloth. The man wiped his hands, gently lifted Ink Cream's chin, and said, "Look." ”

So Ink Cream saw the man in the mirror, which may have been more than two months of fruit.

The angle of the mirror is just right, one side is facing oneself, the other is facing one's back, and the two sides are obliquely reflected, just so that you can see both your front and your back.

The intricate and delicate patterns reflect the solemnity of his pale wheat complexion.

There is only one black tattoo drawing on the whole body, and this black is an impeccable depiction of a giant dragon in different shades. Each piece of dragon scales is finely carved, and you can even see the hard shell folds of the scales on the dragon scales; the dragon head passing through the chest has a bloody mouth, and the copper bell looks angrily at the sky, as if it is roaring; the sharp dragon claws, one claw grasps his shoulder, the other claw grasps his back muscles, and the tail dragon claw holds a strange beast like a pixiu, around the dragon's body, with very light brushstrokes, soft painting clouds and mist; the dragon's tail winds down, from the hip to the inner thigh.

The majestic momentum of good life! The pen of the gods of good life! It is simply wonderful!

Ink Frost couldn't help but admire in her heart, but after the admiration, it was desolate...... How good would it be if this picture wasn't on me? I'm going to be made into a living sculpture!

At the thought of the living sculpture in his leisure, a fear overpowered the admiration in his heart, and Mo Shuang's body trembled involuntarily. However, this was only his hallucination, and in reality, his body remained motionless as if it no longer belonged to him.

Suddenly, a burst of applause came, and a voice that was not angry and self-righteous followed: "Second, the master's skill in literary painting, I'm afraid I can't find a second one in the world today!"

Mo Shuang's eyes squinted at a gorgeously dressed figure, and before he could see it clearly, Master Jiang had already let go, and his head drooped down weakly again.

"King Fude has won the prize. Master Jiang saluted respectfully to the visitor, "Speaking of which, I have to thank the adults for the opportunity to give me, otherwise this Qingye Tenglong picture will not have such a divine product." ”

King Fu waved his hand and said with a smile, "Master is polite, a good horse needs to meet Bole, such a good material, only a master is worthy of use." ”

After the two exchanged a few more polite words, King Fu cut to the chase and said, "Dare to ask the master, how long will this ice sculpture be completed?"

"This ......," Master Jiang thought for a moment and said, "If the finished product is what the adults ask, then it must not be in a hurry, at least it will take a year and a half." ”

"Yes...... It's also ......" King Fu touched the black totem on Mo Shuang's body with his fingers, looked at the fine painting carefully, and sighed, "It must be carefully crafted." ”

Master Jiang nodded yes.

"It's just...... I'm afraid I can't wait that long. As soon as the style of painting changed, King Fu sighed.

"Oh, sir, this is ......," Master Jiang was puzzled.

"Recently, there was a person that I needed to try to win over and help me a lot. However, this person does not enter the oil and salt. The golden concubine estate or ** can't impress him," Speaking of this, King Fu sighed heavily and said, "So far, he has accepted a royal family of the Han King of the Northern Clan as a pet, but he will not accept anything I sent. Finally, once he reacted after seeing the back carving, but when he sent it, he was displeased, and he couldn't get into his eyes...... So, after thinking about it, I'm afraid that I can only wronged the master. ”

Master Jiang listened quietly, turned his head to look at the painting on Mo Shuang's body, and his face was full of reluctance.

King Fu couldn't see it, and hurriedly said, "Master rest assured, if there are good materials in the future, you will definitely inform the master, and the master will personally handle the pen." ”

Master Jiang lowered his head and thought for a while, but finally compromised.

How could he be a craftsman to play with the powerful, even if he was the top among the craftsmen, he was not qualified to resist in the face of power; he knew that King Fu was able to say this part, which was already enough to save face, otherwise there was no need to explain more, and he had to do it if he didn't want to do it.

"That'...... Thank you, King Fud. Master Jiang bowed respectfully. "Under as soon as possible. ”

"Well, with the master's words, I'm relieved. In half a year, the master was also asked to do his best to complete the masterpiece. At that time, any request, as long as this king can do it, will definitely be granted!"

...... Half a year, this is to squeeze yourself dry......

However, Master Jiang still nodded and responded.

"Tomorrow a full set of carving materials will be shipped to you, all of them are the best. If you need anything, just mention it!" King Fude patted the Master's somewhat withered shoulder.

"By the way, how is he doing lately" King Fu withdrew his hand and lifted the beautiful cheek of Inkfrost's heroic beauty.

"Back to the prince, I will feed the cartilage powder regularly every three quarters. I can't move physically, but I'm in good spirits. ”

Looking at Mo Shuang's deep eyes staring at him with hatred and annoyance, King Fu smiled indifferently, patted his face lightly and said, "I like this look." It goes well with the dragon diagram on you!"

Then he turned to Master Jiang and said, "This piece of material is good, but it is also difficult to do." Start carving tomorrow, just in case, just in case, just intubate him. Since you have to rush the work, I will also send more people to assist you. ”

After Master Jiang thanked him, King Fu gave a few more words and left.

After Master Jiang saw King Fu leave, he looked at the ink frost fixedly, to be exact, at the dragon picture of himself. Ink Cream was only stared at uncomfortably, but after a while, he felt a thin hand caress his back, and the movements were so gentle, like a mother caressing her newborn child.

Then, Mo Shuang heard the forbearance cry, and didn't dare to vent it completely, just sobbed slightly.

However, these indescribable things, when Master Jiang came to Mo Shuang again the next day, it seemed that nothing had happened at all.

The man calmly walked up to Ink Frost, and after a few words, the next few people began to assemble something.

Then, Inkfrost's head was lifted, and a small, soft tube of unknown material came out.

A strong man, holding the end of the tube in one hand and pinching the jaw of Ink Frost with the other, forcibly let his mouth loosen, and then poked the tube directly into it.

Before the urge to gag had been carried out, the pipe poked directly against his little tongue. Ink Frost retched, but he hadn't eaten much in recent days, and he couldn't vomit anything. The sour water that gushed up was forced back because of the passage of the pipe.

"Intubation" ...... That's what it means......

Before the ink cream could get used to it, two bowls of soup and medicine arrived with the tube. This decoction has not been interrupted since I arrived here, and today it has been poured in more volume. Not only that, but a few of them, like thin reed tubes, were inserted in several places in the ink, and small holes were cut, but when all the water inside had flowed into the body, the poles were pulled out again.

After a few moments, Ink Cream only felt that she was getting weaker and weaker.

"Alas...... Don't get too much. Master Jiang on the side said with some dissatisfaction, "If you don't even have the strength to struggle, then there is no flow of meridians, and without the flow of meridians, the carved dragon is a dead dragon!"

"Master, we also have good intentions, the owner said that this time the goods are hard, let us pay more attention. We're afraid that he'll struggle too much, and if he hurts you, it's not good. A man said, tossing the tools in his hand.

"No, forget it this time, alas...... Let's start work tomorrow, tomorrow the effect is just right. I need a professional dispenser with just the right amount of medicine. At the time of my carving, the muscles of this parent body were able to twitch, but on the whole, they did not struggle significantly...... In this way, the carved dragon will have anger and vitality!"

......... Ink Frost felt a little chill when she heard this.

"The professional dispenser is coincidental, there is one in the palace, this poor place, the prince is afraid of a serious illness that is not easy to treat, so he takes it with him. Master rest assured, tomorrow, people will definitely arrive. ”

Master Jiang nodded, looked at the ink cream again, sighed and said, "Withdraw the pipe, don't choke people to death, this piece of good material will be wasted!"

Everyone smiled embarrassedly, and took out the tube that had been inserted for a short time.

"Disperse, come back tomorrow. ”

The crowd dispersed.

Master Jiang looked at Wen Hua for a long time, frowned and pondered something, and then reached out to all parts of the ink cream's body and pressed and rubbed it vigorously, as if he was testing something. After a long time, he nodded approvingly.

Under the bright firelight, the flickering candlelight reflected the row of silver glittering utensils on the table, and all kinds of knives, needles, scissors, etc., were difficult to see in ordinary times. In addition to this, unknown liquids and gels are placed...... And these were all delivered by people early in the morning.

In the huge empty cave, only Ink Frost and Master Jiang remained, and King Fu was originally going to arrange people to help, but Master Fu couldn't help but drive everyone away, the reason was that "a group of people are in the way, and it will affect me." Of course, there is another important reason to prevent stealing.

It's unusually quiet in a warm space...... Except for the sound of Ink's heavy breathing.

Today, that strange liquid was no longer forced into his mouth, and the cartilage was scattered and was not fed to him again. Compared to before, he had a little strength, his fingers could move, and his head could be raised, but this weak force was still not enough to lift his legs and arms.

When the head looks around, the instinct is to understand the surrounding forms. When he saw the various cold light appliances on the two large long tables next to him, his heart instantly sank to the bottom.