No one can describe how Blood Pupil and Carrie felt at this moment.

What do they see? Is this really just a painting?

No, it's definitely not a picture, because in the eyes of the blood pupil, it has no canvas, no handwriting, and no substance.

In front of him, there was a puff of blown up star dust. Countless shining blue dots of light flew and swirled, forming one mysterious figure after another. Let his spirit get lost in it. In this so-called painting, the blood pupil does not know where he is, and he does not know the passage of time. He only felt as if he was surrounded by countless stars, witnessing the wonders of the universe with his own eyes.

He saw the formation of stars, the evolution of living things.

He saw a group of star beasts frolicking in the universe, passing by planets from time to time.

The picture turned, and he saw that the stiffness of a planet had come to an end, and it was gradually transforming into a white dwarf.

His consciousness flew low over the white dwarf, and he felt a sense of desolation that was coming to an end. The white dwarf burns violently, exerting unimaginable heat and supergravity. A little bit of collapse......

Then, the picture changed again. The Blood Pupil found himself in a vast and boundless sea of clouds.

There is blue sky, but no land. This is a sea of clouds with no end in sight. Everywhere there were pure white clouds. It's like substance. The marshmallow-like clouds have blue lakes and cloud-formed peaks. There are also countless girls with wings on their backs frolicking. Each of them was as beautiful as an angel. Every gesture exudes a strong sense of vitality.

"That's ...... Mark......"

I don't know what Lu Dao is for, this thought suddenly flashed in the blood pupil's mind. Consciousness hovered over the clouds for a moment, and then flew towards the clouds.

There, there was a huge and incoherent tree.

The Blood Pupil couldn't understand how it existed here. Because he can't see the roots of the trees, he can't see the land. You can't see the stars. This is a big tree, an unimaginably big tree. It is abruptly present in the clouds, and the canopy stretches out, covering tens of billions of kilometers. Its canopy is dense and covers the sky, and its trunk is so strong that it resembles a giant pillar that reaches to the sky. Countless strange little creatures fly around it, bringing unimaginable meanings of life. In the eyes of the Blood Pupil, its size alone is comparable to that of a planet. Above that, there is a silver bell-like laughter of the Marc girl.

The Blood Pupil didn't know the name of the tree, or how it had grown to such a size. But he felt the strong attraction of the big tree, and pulled himself involuntarily to fly towards it. Close to it.

Approached...... A little bit closer......

The big tree became clear in the eyes of the blood pupils. He saw a lot of Marque's girls, living in the trees and gathering fruits. Butterflies flutter around them, and each girl's face is filled with a smile called happiness. They frolic in the canopy of trees and build treehouses. They weave flower baskets out of rattan and collect dew from leaves.

They are so beautiful, so vibrant. So much so that even the Blood Pupils thought they were like a group of elves. It shouldn't exist on earth.

But that was just the beginning, as the blood pupil's consciousness drifted towards the canopy, he saw more, more beautiful Marc girls. As he was about to reach the top of the canopy, he finally saw a perfect, almost indescribable woman.

What a beautiful girl she was......

You can feel suffocated almost at first glance. The beauty of this girl is beyond miracles. Her face is as delicate as water, and her hair is as smooth as a cloud. The curvaceous curves of the body are hidden in a pure white veil. The two huge and pure white wings on the back stretched gently, moving with the micro fan from time to time...... In the eyes of the Blood Pupil, she is like an angel beloved by all the gods, a perfect work of art in itself. Especially on her smooth and white forehead, a prismatic red crystal emitted a ghostly glow. It's unforgettable at first sight.

At this moment, she sat quietly in a small tree hut above the canopy. He is sketching a painting with his fingers.

Her fingers are delicate, like jade onions. Draw a mysterious trajectory in the void. But I don't know what Lu Dao is for, but the blood pupil can't see the picture scroll she made. It's like her paintings shouldn't exist in the world.

I saw that after she drew for a while, a painful expression would appear on her face. The crystals on the forehead will also be a little duller. The longer the painting is made, the more dim the light of the crystal becomes. ,

After a while, the girl seemed too tired. Finally stood up and sighed softly.

Her voice was soft, like an ethereal breeze. Sounds refreshing. The blood pupil couldn't understand what the girl was saying. But just looking at the girl's tired appearance made him feel distressed.

This is an indescribable heartache, and the blood pupil doesn't know what it is. Although it was only the first time he had seen the girl, he seemed to feel the girl's pain and hesitation.

It was a great loneliness, a despair......

The girl opened her mouth lightly and spat out a series of graceful syllables. But the blood pupil didn't understand it at all.

He could only watch quietly as the girl continued to suffer. Continue to get tired......

Day after day, year after year.

She is constantly refining her paintings. When you are thirsty, drink a little dew, and when you are hungry, eat a little fruit. She didn't sleep, and she didn't have the idea of stopping. And so on and so forth. With his fingers, he completed the invisible picture scroll in the void. No one bothered her in the process, only the bloody pupils...... Quietly sat next to her, becoming the only spectator.

He saw that the girl was a little haggard, and he saw that the girl's fair skin had wrinkles that were difficult to see with the naked eye. He also saw that the girl's eyes were losing their luster a little. The crystal on his forehead grew darker and darker.

It's a long, short process. Saying that it is long, even the blood pupils don't know how much time has passed, and they can only see the girl gradually emaciated and aging. It is said to be short-lived, because when the last painting scroll is completed, the blood pupil only feels it for a moment.

The sense of conflict in that time makes people feel so sad that they almost want to vomit blood.

But the blood pupil didn't care about that. Because at the moment when the scroll was completed, a bright smile suddenly appeared on the girl's face.

It was the first time she had smiled in front of the blood pupils, but it was as bright as the sun. In her smile, the blood pupil suddenly felt that the entire world was gone, leaving only this brilliant smile that did not belong to the world.

Then he heard a string of distinctive syllables come out of the girl's mouth.

His face changed suddenly.

Yes, he couldn't understand the girl. But this string of syllables is an exception. Because this is not the language of the girl's mark. It's a kind that exists only in the midst of great chaos. A language that has once made countless civilizations yearn for and fear.

Crodier ...... The language of the fighting country!!

That string of syllables is a name and a sentence. Something to the effect of, so-and-so, I love you so much, but you disdain me. Then let my soul sleep forever, and I will make the whole universe crazy for me, just for your one gaze.

Where is this a painting? It's clearly a wish, a bet!

From this sentence alone, the blood pupil can guess a general story. But what he didn't expect was the message in the girl's words. Is this girl actually connected to the Claudir civilization?

So this painting ......

The blood pupil didn't dare to think about it anymore. Under the shock, his consciousness was no longer stable, and everything in front of him began to shake. The image of the girl is also getting blurred. He desperately wanted to see, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

The next moment, it was as if his consciousness had been knocked back to his body from countless light-years away. The room before me reappeared.

In front of him, the box of Yamil had been restored, and it had become one again. Across from him, Carrie was still sluggish, her eyes blank as if she were sleepwalking.

Taking a deep breath, Blood Pupil took out a cigarette from his bosom and lit it.

The misty cloud of smoke slowly rose, and the blood pupil quietly looked at the box of Yamel in front of him, with a complicated expression.

He didn't bother Carrie, because he knew that everyone was different when they saw Marclatara. It's not a simple picture, it's all about a girl. It's her soul, her desires, and her madness. He didn't care what others saw, he only knew that what he saw was the truth of the painting.

A clue that would allow him to trace the ancient civilization of Crodil.

From the end of the world to today, almost every step of the blood pupil is condensed with his blood, sweat and fighting. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, the improvement of the blood pupil is his own effort. But only the blood pupil knows the Dao, and the most critical factor is actually another factor. That's the colonization.

It can be said that everything he got today stems from the unit he got in that sewer.

Distant civilization, the colonization unit of Crodir.

Therefore, if you want to find someone in today's universe who wants to know the past of Crodil the most, then this person must be the blood pupil.

The cigarette butt was lit little by little, and the blood pupil's thoughts gradually became clearer. Just then, he heard an indiscussable groan from the other side. Carrie also woke up.

He smiled and snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand.

"It's amazing." Carrie seemed to be still immersed in the dream she had just experienced, and her red lips involuntarily opened and closed. His eyes were full of excitement and intoxication.

"I can't describe the feeling, this is Markratara? It is indeed the most mysterious painting in the universe. I feel completely renewed. This feeling...... What a ......."

"What do you see?" Blood Pupil asked softly.

"Oh, dear." Carrie covered her face, blushing with shame. "I can't say, I really can't say. I'm so sorry. It's my own secret. But I say it's perfect. It's just a dream. I really don't want to hand it over if I could. ”

"Yes, I am willing to exchange all my wealth and for it. As long as it stays with me. ”

"I can understand how you feel." Blood Pupil replied with a smile. Then he said something that left Carrie dumbfounded.

"Because, I want it."