John closed his eyes, and he could already feel the tsunami-like cheers of the mountains. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

One bow and four arrows, arrows hit the pile.

The god-like deeds took place in this humble garden, and everyone who witnessed it was inspired.

John turned around and slowly raised his hands in front of the crowd, and in an instant the whole garden boiled.

Praise, praise, glory, and deafening cries,

A shocked Hansel, a Templar with an excited and almost twisted face, an unbelievable Aunt Debbie, and a lost witch.

At this moment, John felt that he appeared in everyone's pupils, and he was the only one in the world.

"Defeated, completely defeated, defeated and convinced." Grant muttered to himself, and there was no more pride in his eyes,

With one bow and four arrows, she can do it, but it is impossible for the arrow to hit the pile, even her master can't do this, but the rich young master has done it.

The unimaginable appears in front of people, making people anxious, dazed, unacceptable but having to accept it.

John returned to the table, put down the folding bow in his hand, and said,

"Miss Gretel, remember what I said earlier, as long as it is related to the word [shooting], no matter what it is, you will not be able to win me."

After speaking, looking at the witch witch with blank eyes and seemed to be in a daze, she shook her head slightly, and suddenly lost the interest in talking.

Losing completely in the project she is best at, this kind of blow from the soul is not so easy to bear, and I don't know if she can survive it.

John took a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table, saying,

"This is an employment contract that I have drafted, you can see it, and if you are satisfied, you can finalize it now."

"Wait!"

At this moment, Gretel, who had been silent, suddenly raised her head,

"The duel isn't over yet, I haven't lost yet!"

"It's over."

"No, now the score is 2-1, and there is one more game, and I didn't lose."

John raised his eyebrows and looked at her expressionlessly, the stubbornness and unwillingness in those eyes was John's concentration and he also felt a burst of shock.

This woman is simply insane.

Hansel took his sister's arm and shouted in a deep voice,

"Gretel, that's enough, it's over."

"No, there is one more game, I must compete." The witch broke free of her brother's hindrance and rushed to John, her voice low and hoarse, her eyes red, and her demeanor a little crazy.

This is no longer the pretty, arrogant Miss Witcher, she is completely a female madwoman who is about to have a mental breakdown, and even the scent of gardenia emanating from her body has the smell of rage.

John raised his hand to stop the ugly Hansel, and said to the witch who was almost touching the tip of his nose,

"Are you sure you want to compare with me."

Gretel nodded heavily, her eyes wide open, her forehead covered with bruises, and her face was unusually red.

This is a typical symptom of anger and blood, and if she is not allowed to vent it, there may be a possibility of burping.

After losing a competition, she was actually angry like this, this woman's competitive spirit is so strong that heaven and earth can't tolerate it.

John was helpless, thought about it, but agreed to this request, and said,

"Well, since you want to compare, let's compare!"

Immediately, he told Aunt Debbie to go to her room and get two sets of things for painting.

After the things were taken and arranged, John plucked an autumn chrysanthemum and placed it in front of the candle, and said,

"The rules are very simple, we draw this flower, whoever draws more like it wins."

"Do you agree with this approach?"

Gretel nodded, her expression suddenly calming down as if she had returned to light, and she walked over to the easel and began to paint.

But the moment she picked up the paintbrush, there was a sudden burst of strange laughter around her.

Hold the brush the same way you hold the sword!

Seeing this scene, Han Seel's face turned pale and pale, and it was difficult to see the extreme, a pair of fists clenched together, exuding a violent killing intent all over his body.

Ay! Why bother!

John sighed softly, picked up his paintbrush, and began to paint in the dim light.

The brush rubs against the paper, dotted with different colors in a single bit.

John's expression was calm, and the whole person was immersed in the atmosphere of creation.

Five minutes later, a joyful voice came from the side,

"I'm done."

Gretel put down her paintbrush and was very excited to let everyone appreciate the painting she had made, but what puzzled her was that the faces of the people who saw this painting suddenly became solemn, and some even turned their backs strangely, even the old brother on the side,

"Why, don't I draw like it?" Gretel asked, puzzled,

"Like, very like!"

Hansel nodded solemnly and earnestly, and this sentence was not at all against his will.

Anyone who has eyes will admit that the thing in the painting is a chrysanthemum at first sight, although the rhizome of this chrysanthemum is a little thick, the leaves are a little disabled, the petals are a little black, and the stamens are a little seeping.

But it is indeed an autumn chrysanthemum, and no one will deny that it is something else.

Poof!

I didn't know that the short-eyed laugh was immediately glared back by Hansel, who had a cold face.

He would never allow anyone to laugh at his sister.

After a few moments, John put down his paintbrush and his painting was finished.

However, there is something special about his paintings, very beautiful, very quiet, but people can't understand them.

A flaming candle flame lay peacefully on the white drawing paper,

The candle flame has light, and there is fire in the light, layered on top of each other, with seven different halos.

"This doesn't seem to be a chrysanthemum!" Someone whispered,

"No, that's a chrysanthemum." John's expression was serious, very serious, "I painted chrysanthemums. ”

"But this is really not a chrysanthemum!" The person who spoke was very nervous, and he wanted to prove that he was not mistaken, and said to the people around him, "Come and see, is the eldest young master painting a chrysanthemum?" ”

"Not like that!" Someone shook his head,

"Where's the like, it's just a candle flame!"

"Yes, it's a candle flame indeed."

……

There were more and more sparse discussions, but John did not change his statement at all, and still said strongly,

"I'm drawing chrysanthemums."

The atmosphere became a little weird, people couldn't figure out what the eldest young master was doing, what he painted was obviously a candle flame, where was the chrysanthemum?

Could it be that there is something wrong with his eyes, and he can't see the autumn chrysanthemum in front of the candle.

Mars, who was the referee, stepped forward, put the two paintings together, and asked in a deep voice,

"Mr. John, are you sure you're drawing chrysanthemums and nothing else."

As these words sounded, everyone looked at John, worried, dazed, and even pleading, this is the last chance, as long as the eldest young master says that he drew the wrong thing, there is a possibility of winning.

But even so, John still said strongly,

"I'm drawing chrysanthemums."

"Alright then!"

Mars shook his head regretfully, glanced at the bloodshot witch with an extremely excited expression, and said,

"I now declare the winner of the fourth contest to Ms. Gretel."

As soon as the words fell, the witch witch, whose spirit was on the verge of collapse, shouted excitedly, as if all the depression had found an outlet, her face turned crimson, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, and she fainted directly.

Hansel helped up his sister who fell to the ground, his face was very complicated, things had come to this point, how could he not see the real purpose of John's doing,

He let out a long sigh, with gratitude in his eyes, and said,

"Our brother and sister owe you our lives, if there is anything you need help with, please feel free to ask, and we will do it."

"Well said! Say! ”

John smiled and ordered Debbie to evacuate the crowd.

The duel is over, and while there is no winner, what better outcome than gaining the friendship of the Brotherhood of the Witchers?