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Hanzo looked at the painting in front of him, his eyebrows furrowed, and Genji next to him had the same expression. "It's true that this painting can't be left behind, Ms. Alba, please forbid Caihua to paint the color of the people again."

Genji turned his head and looked at Caihua who was placed on the sofa, Caihua's clothes were stained with red paint, and the paint did not dry and remained on Caihua's clothes, like blood.

In the corners of his eyes, a drop of black tears now looks so weird. The cute little face was full of crazy looks, even if he was unconscious, the expression on his face still did not have a soft atmosphere.

"Caihua, he's ........" Alba looked at Caihua on the other side worriedly, "It's the state of mind." Genji turned his head to look at the picture that Caihua had painted.

"As Genji said, although Caihua is different from ordinary people for any talent, although he is not aware of it yet, but his heart is gradually becoming restless, and his steady painting has made him even more crazy when he was originally thirsty for killing."

Hanzo stared at the painting painted by Caihua, "And this painting is the expression of his heart, Caihua is from the Shimada family, and the reason why he left the Shimada family at the age of seven is not because of independence or let him go out to find his parents or anything." ”

"He was let out because most of the Shimada family was afraid of Caihua." Hanzo looked at Caihua who was sleeping on the side.

"The talent that Caihua showed in these swordsmanship and even in his talent for killing people is terrifying to everyone, even if it is me or Genji, or our deceased father."

Hanzo shook his head, "And the fact that a year of silence has shown its inner mania in this way is something we didn't expect at all. ”

"This painting may already contain Caihua's innermost emotions, but this emotion is enough to affect anyone." Hanzo pointed to the painting above. "Even Genji and I will be affected by this painting."

"If this painting flows, then some people who are not strong enough or some children may also be affected in their mood when they see this painting."

Hanzo looked at the painting above, and his heart gradually became restless. 'Enough! He covered his head and shook it slightly. "And this painting must not be seen by Caihua."

"But, Caihua .........." Alba looked at Caihua who was sleeping on the sofa worriedly, "Don't worry, Caihua's memory will probably be a little confusing now, and when the time comes, you can just mix it up for some reason." ”

Hanzo slowly stood up, "Genji, I'll find someone to come and process this painting in a moment." It can't flow out anyway, and this painting can't be seen by a fourth person other than the three of us. ”

"Okay, brother." Genji's face was no longer as relaxed and natural as it used to be, and now he nodded with a completely tense face. "That Caihua woke up and ............"

"I'll leave that to you, Caihua's kid seems to be more dependent on you than we are." Hanzo smiled helplessly, turned his head, and walked out of the basement of the Sakura Koji Mansion.

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"Impossible, I only painted four color paintings, all of them were landscape paintings, and the four paintings were sold to Japan, Britain, Germany and the United States for tens of billions of dollars."

Caihua glared at the two children in front of him, he had never painted any character color paintings at all, and his memory would not deceive him. No matter how much you try to remember it, you never have a memory about it.

Not to mention the funeral song of Ming and Red.

"No?" Xiao Ming smiled and shook his head, "If not, how could we be in this world?" ”

"Well, master." Xiaohong smiled and looked at Caihua in front of her, "Why would your teacher strongly oppose you painting character color paintings?" Xiaohong's words made Caihua completely swallow the painting that was about to be spoken.

Yes, if there is no reason, why didn't Alba allow Caihua to paint the color of the figures? I've asked her countless times, but it's basically the same every time.

No matter how much I asked, I got a perfunctory answer. "Why? Why do all your teachers and brothers cover up the fact that you have painted in color? ”

As soon as Xiao Ming's words fell, before Cai Hua could answer, Xiao Hong on the other side spoke at the same time.

"Why? Why did a teacher who was supposed to study steadily every day nine years ago and not expose you to any danger suddenly allowed you to touch the dark side of the world? ”

"Why? Why, nine years ago, your brother suddenly allowed you to accept part of the assignment about the Shimada family? ”

"Why? Why would the teacher who kept your weapons suddenly return two weapons to you for safekeeping? Why did the elder brother take the initiative to create the small throwing knife used to control the dragon? ”

The two children gradually approached Caihua, but their cute little faces were covered with bright smiles. And as the questions came, Caihua covered his ears, but his usually calm and indifferent face was full of fear.

"Because." The two children said in unison, "Because they don't want to see each other again, Sakura Koji, who endured and calmed his heart, broke out again with a madness that everyone feared." ”

"Sakura Koji, who was once only five years old, was known as the 'killer of the Shimada family'." An eerie smile appeared on the faces of both children, "So your madness is all on your first character color painting." ”

"And your crazy state of mind has also led to the emergence of the so-called Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong in this world." The two children looked at Cai Hua and smiled weirdly.

The eyes are also red and black. "Do you know why your Instant Eternity and Divine Dragon are of no use to us at all?"

"Because we were created by you, and it represents the emotions of your heart. You're the only one who can touch the two of us. The faces of the two children gradually leaned over to look at Caihua in front of them.

"For we are written by you, bright and red.................. Funeral song?! (To be continued.) )