He ran in the sunset that was about to end, through artificial lakes, through streets and alleys, all the way to his home.

He slammed the door shut, causing a shrill scream to crack the doorframe, and a cloud of dust was blown down, choking him to cough. He locked the door, jumped on the couch and took out his hand-painted book, turned a new page, picked up a pencil and danced wildly, and after about half an hour, the appearance of the nine-tailed spell appeared in front of his eyes. He blackened the paper, and the hollow white in the middle was the outline of a fox that had not been seen for a long time, and there were no two black scorpions.

He picked up the beer on one side and took a sip, then held up the picture book and looked at it with satisfaction.

It's so beautiful, it's as beautiful as the totem behind Qin Ziyang. He thought back to the totem he had just seen, and only felt a little more yearning in front of him. He felt his heart feel stuffy, rolled up the leaves and flew up, the smoke passed through his nose and deep into his lungs, and then brought the feeling of freshness and intoxication to his brain, he exhaled deeply, and a wisp of green smoke came out of his mouth and nostrils.

So beautiful. In front of him was a nine-tailed fox with a white tail, with superstition, with faith, and with those few intoxications that ordinary people couldn't resist. He stood up and looked at the ceiling, the white of which had turned into a hollow earth, and he stood in the middle of it, surrounded by emerald green and blue ice spikes, covering the outer walls of the sphere, and sticking out one by one. Happily, he couldn't help but spin in place, the crystal blue ice spikes melted and disappeared, spreading on the arms of the ball cavity, the water droplets dripped down and dripped onto his face, he only felt the cold, and then looked at the thin ice-like ball wall, which was really ten thousand times more beautiful than the ice sculptures displayed in the ice city. He only felt that the world was his, Nisina was his, Qin Ziyang was his, and the totem representing faith was even more his. The world in front of him was suddenly stretched into an oval, and then one end was pulled out by something, like a balloon before it was breached, and he stood in the center of the ball, watching the ice disappear around him, replaced by more beautiful stars.

They are like stars in the sky, corals under the sea, leek flowers in the green field, and Milky Way in concert with flashing lights...... In short, the small specks of light gathered all around, covering his world and his whole body, like flashing lights on the stage of a bar, hitting the depths of his soul and arousing his restless and long-indulged artistic heart. He began to dance, to the melodies produced by the bright spots, to waltz and to raise the ballet. Suddenly, the stars around them began to gather strangely, turning into dry wings, like scorched feathers, like a turbulent ocean in a ball, and like a spiky earth. He didn't stand still, and the whole person slammed into the coffee table and the sofa, and fell to the ground hard, shattering the fries on the coffee table into the air.

It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful! At this time, this poor man, who has always regarded tattoos as art, is full of life at this moment, and his eyes are painted with the vigorous morning sun. He suddenly stood up and sat on the sofa, and picked up the hand-painted book again, at this time, the nine-tailed spell spirit was waving to him, trying to hug him, but unfortunately he was too far away.

No, he needs to go further, he needs to embrace such a belief, but the problem comes again, Qin Ziyang is Nisna's sister, can't touch it, she is stronger than himself, if it weren't for the fact that he is Nisna's boyfriend, I'm afraid he would have already been in the hospital, so it can't be Qin Ziyang. But he needs to see this picture, to see this picture on the skin!

Macho suddenly shook the things on the table and threw everything to the ground, tearing his long hair with both hands, and slamming his elbow on the coffee table, slamming the floor.

Pregnant!

Marjo had a flash of inspiration and glanced at the tattoo kit in the corner not far away.

He's going to get a tattoo!

Since it is impossible to eat Qin Ziyang along with her tattoo, it is necessary to create it. He had seen the ancient gods beckoning to him, he was the messenger of the gods, and it was a matter of destiny to tattoo the will of the gods.

Ma Qiao suddenly pounced on the toolbox, knelt down on the edge of the toolbox, took out the tattoo machine, held the handle tightly, and then looked at the portable power bank with a happy smile on his face.

He went out in the middle of the night with his toolbox, sat on a chair next to a bar and smoked, one after another, staring at the bar door like a snake. Someone pushes the door out again and again, a drunk whose life is unsatisfactory, a young man who has no hope of finding a job, and an unlucky person who breaks up and falls out of love...... This is not what he wants, their hearts are like a stone, what kind of soul can be supported by such a stone, and the skin without a clean soul is definitely not a good skin. He is an excellent tattoo artist, and he understands better than anyone that the skin under cosmetics now affects people's cavity and friction, but he can't stop the truth, true health is emitted from the soul.

Looking at the people in front of him walking out one by one, his eyes suddenly lit up. There were four young girls in front of him, each of them blooming with the taste of youth, they might be college students, or they might be graduates who had just entered the work, anyway, he couldn't see the complexity in their eyes.

He followed the four men with his toolbox, and they all drank alcohol, and not too much, which was exactly the result he wanted, because alcohol could affect his judgment, he needed anesthesia, but not deep intoxication, and the skin of a person who was overly intoxicated by alcohol could not make a perfect product.

Of the four people, one of them got into a car first, and the other four waited. He hurried to a nearby alley, stepped onto a motorcycle, and followed the taxi. The taxi walked to the side of the community and stopped, because the door of the community was equipped with a Bluetooth card, and the taxi could not get in, so the girl gave the money and hurried towards the darkness.

In order not to startle the snake, he parked the motorcycle to the side, carried the toolbox and followed the girl into the darkness.

It seems that the girl's home is not close to the gate of the community, and the only sound of crickets is quiet around. He took out ** and followed quickly, at this time the girl's mobile phone rang, it was estimated to be WeChat, she slowed down and took out her mobile phone.

He seized the opportunity to quickly follow, clamping the knife around her neck, and covering the girl's mouth with the other hand by dropping the toolbox.

"Don't make a sound!" He whispered. "If you want to live, put away your phone and help me carry the box!"

The girl seemed to be frightened, he rubbed the knife against her smooth skin, she shivered, obediently put away the phone, and picked up the box on the ground.

"How much money?"

"Only...... Only two hundred ......" she said with a tremor in her voice.

"I am also a principled person, I was deceived when I went out, I couldn't live, and I wanted some money to buy a train ticket home, plus other travel expenses, how could I get a thousand."

"I don't have ......"

"Do you have anyone at home? Go to your house and get it, and I'll leave when I'm done! ”

She must have been frightened silly, and actually nodded. Marcho stared at her back with a knife, and she walked with Marcho for ten minutes, walked into the hallway, and got on the elevator. She stared at Ma Qiao, Ma Qiao also looked at her, he didn't cover his face, he was already very weak, even if he stared, he still didn't have a bad breath, and she, with big eyes, thick lips, melon seed face, was quite beautiful, wearing a black gauze jacket and jeans.

At this point, no one got into the elevator, they walked to the thirteenth floor and stopped, Ma Qiao continued to hold her with a knife, and she took Ma Qiao to a monthly rental house.

"You...... Really take the money and leave? She asked in a trembling voice.

"Sister, I was also forced by life, if I hadn't been deceived by the boss and had no way out, I wouldn't have been like this, even if you have mercy and help my brother." Marjo said.

The girl, mainly afraid of Marcho's knife, slowly opened the door, and Maggio pushed her into the house and closed the door. When he turned on the light and saw the environment inside, he only felt that God was blessing him, and she was really alone inside. The house is not big, there is no living room, and it looks like a graduate who has just found a job, and he is not very wealthy.

"You, you...... Grab it and go? ”

"Of course not." Maggio places the box on the bed and opens it in front of the girl, revealing the tattoo machine inside.

"I just want to give you a tattoo, see that your skin is very good, it is very suitable for tattoos."

"You...... What do you mean......" The girl was a little scared, clasping her hands to her chest.

"I don't mean anything else, if I take away your 1,000 yuan, I will definitely not be able to pay it back, I am a tattoo artist, there is only such a technique, so I use a tattoo to pay back, this tattoo is thousands of dollars, my life can be tens of thousands, but I only accept you 1,000, because you are my benefactor." Maggio took out the tattoo machine in front of the girl and sat on the bed.

"Don't worry, I'm engaged in art, I have principles, and I can't take people for nothing." He put the ** next to the girl. "Take it off, I'll tattoo your back, and if I want to insult you, you can stab me with a knife."

The girl didn't speak, but held the ** in her hand and looked at Maggio with fear. Ma Qiao took out his mobile phone and showed the girl the tattoo pictures he had taken before, as well as some photos with the guests.

"Look, I'm a serious tattoo artist, I was deceived by the boss, so I made this decision, I just wanted to grab money, but I didn't want to go on my conscience, I see that you have good skin and good looks, so I'll give you a tattoo for free."

"That tattoo...... Don't do anything else! The girl said.

"Alas, the knives are all in your hands, what are you afraid of, you see that I am not a scarface, my face is full of flesh, and I am probably not your opponent when I fight." Marjo sighed.

"Well, I want a tattoo too, so if you think about me, don't blame me for stabbing you!" The girl warned, and Macho's words made her feel a lot more relaxed, and with the knife in her hand, she believed Macho's words.

Ma Qiao sat on the bed and waited, and after five minutes, the girl ** climbed onto the bed with her upper body and clutching her chest.

"That's all, okay?" The girl asked.

"Yes, I have good skills, I can tattoo anything, but the intermediate process is very painful, we can ...... Let's chat. ”

Saying that, Ma Qiao got the needle, the girl frowned and bit the bear on the bed, Ma Qiao was really not idle, he really treated her as a guest, and tattooed while asking.

Ma Qiao learned that the girl's name was Wei Jiuhui, a flight attendant who had just started working, and she happened to be on vacation in the past two days, so she gathered a few good friends to come out to catch up, one to relieve pressure on herself, and the other to climb popularity. Ma Qiao also told his own story, talking about how beautiful Qin Ziyang's tattoo was, how fascinating the scenery he saw just now, and he also told the story of Nisna, he said that Nisina is a very good tattoo artist, and female tattoo artists like her are very popular, but as a tattoo artist, everyone has received a few bastard-like guests, so he is very worried about Nisna's safety, and still hopes that she will do something else.

The Nine-Tails Spell Spirit is easy to draw, but it takes a long time to pierce it one by one. They spent five hours chatting, and the girl in front of them was very strong, and she didn't cry for her mother, but after all, she had been piercing for five hours, and her body began to tremble, and her teeth chattered.

"I can't stand it!" After another fifteen minutes, the girl said suddenly. Marcho took a look at her and found that her forehead and neck were covered with sweat, and her body began to tremble so much that Macho couldn't accept it.

"No, I can't come again, you have to endure it!" Marjo said.

"No, no, you come back tomorrow, let me slow down, I won't call the police!" The girl raised her hand to push Ma Qiao away, Ma Qiao put down the tattoo machine, held her with one hand, and snatched the knife from her hand with the other, because her whole body was trembling and the pain was exhausted, she had no ability to resist, but instinct still drove her to shake her body violently.

Ma Qiao immediately lost his temperament, and seeing that the tattoo was about to be completed, how could he interrupt at this juncture. He is a messenger of God, and he does not allow others to defile God's works, and such a beautiful nine-tailed spell spirit, how can he do it if he does not complete it at once, where can he find such inspiration in the future!

Thinking like this, Ma Qiao had already picked up the pillow, pressed the girl's head with the pillow, and used the strength of his whole body to press the girl's body, and spent twenty minutes pressing the girl like this, only to find that the girl had long since stopped moving.

Ma Qiao took away the pillow and found that Yu Jiuhui had no snort, and a sense of fear rushed to his heart, but a greater relief followed, he wanted to complete the work of God while the girl's body was cool, and now, no one stopped his great cause!