This made Bulma's heart itch even more, and she had a kind of mind that she couldn't wait for a moment.

She's a person who thinks and acts.

But I can't find Ding Ling, I don't know where Ding Ling lives, it's also a problem.

Otherwise.

She had already driven a motorcycle or a speeding car to find Ding Ling.

That's what I think about.

Bulma quickened his pace to catch up with Monvic:

"Sister Meng, do you know where Ding Ling lives?"

“…… I don't know. ”

Vertice glanced at Bulma:

"How does it feel to kiss your idol?"

"Uh~ ~ It's very fragrant."

"Hmph."

Meng Weici was a little unhappy, and Qiong's nose wrinkled, "I didn't kiss it." ”

"Then I'll kiss you."

Bulma pouted, grinning.

Meng Weici stretched out her hand to block:

"I just want to kiss your idol."

"Hey, hey."

Bulma straightened her body, and she didn't kiss her or mind Meng Weici, just because she ......

"I want to kiss too. But idols are too vigilant. I'm able to get there this time, and the main one is unexpected, and you can try it next time. ”

"Makes sense."

Meng Weici thought so, she had kissed a few times, and each time it was a surprise attack, otherwise Zhu Qingling would definitely not kiss her.

Bidili and Kiki looked at each other from the sidelines, these two female hooligans......

"That's right. Speaking of male gods, don't deviate from the topic. ”

Bulma Orthodox Path:

"Find an opportunity to draw a general image of the male god, how about letting me have a good time first?"

"That's right."

Bidili and Qiqi couldn't help but clap their hands and said excitedly:

"Draw now!"

Recently, I have heard Meng Weici, Bulma and others talk about Ding Ling, the male god, every day.

The two were actually curious.

It's just that after knowing that Zhu Qingling was going to pursue this male god, the two of them also put out their thoughts of getting close, otherwise, they would have to rely on the male god to get closer and explore one or two.

Now listening to Bulma talk about painting, the two suddenly realized that they couldn't see the real person, and it was okay to observe one or two from the painting first.

'Drawing? ’

Meng Weici thought of Zhu Qingling's means:

'I can't draw. If you want to find it, you can find Qingling. ’

'I've seen you draw.' ’

Bidili sideways:

'You're pretty good at drawing. Why can't it be? ’

Compared to ordinary people, I am okay, but compared to Qingling, I am still far behind, and it must be said that Qingling's paintings have a 3D imitation of the effect of real people. ’

"Huh?!"

Bulma was dumbfounded, "Is it at this level?" ”

"It's true."

Meng Weici thought for a moment and said; "If you don't believe it, I'll paint a painting of the male god first, and then wait for Qingling to be empty, and then let her have a one, and you two will compare each other, and you will know that the paintings of the two of us are definitely one heaven and one earth, and there is no comparison at all."

These words completely aroused the curiosity of Bidili, Kiki, and Bulma.

Several people immediately dragged Meng Weici to the studio.

The Bulma family is too big.

Painting studio, piano room, violin room, fitness room, cinema hall...... The whole nine yards.

It can only be said that it is worthy of the home of the richest man in the world.

All the way.

Sun Wukong can be seen holding a rockery outdoors and doing squats.

Kling sweated in the gym.

Dumpling was accompanying Klin to fitness, and when he saw a few people walking by, he couldn't help but shout:

"Bulma, is the radar ready?"

"It's done."

"And where are you going?"

"Look at the paintings of the male god, are you going?"

Bulma asked casually, and when the dumpling put down the dumbbell in a hurry, a dance technique, moved horizontally in front of Bulma, and blinked a pair of big eyes:

"Ding Ling's paintings? What do you mean? ”

"Meng Weici wants to draw Ding Ling."

"Then I'll go!!" 、

Klin, who was on the side, heard it, and then put down the exercise equipment and jumped up:

"I'll go too!"

People who are closer to Zhu Qingling now are very curious about what Ding Ling, the male god, looks like, and now that they have the opportunity to see it, who doesn't want to see it?

Even if it's just a painting, it's good to satisfy your curiosity first.

"Can you see the appearance of Zhu Qingling's crush on the male god?"

The Bull Demon King's eyes also lit up, and he walked together.

Not much.

Painting in the interior.

Bulma and the others prepared pen, ink, paper, and inkstone for Meng Weici.

Meng Weici began to paint.

She was deeply impressed by Ding Ling, unforgettable, yes, just a little recall, Ding Ling's image appeared vividly on the painting.

It's a handsome boy who shines!

'Wow! ’

Bulma exclaimed:

"It's so handsome."

"It turns out that the gods look like this." ’

Klin, the Bull Demon King came over and praised him:

"It's so young. Looks a lot younger than Klin. ”

It can only be said that he is worthy of God, and there is no comparison with us human beings. ’

Kling looked at Ding Ling's appearance carefully, thoughtful:

"I thought that Zhu Qingling had a crush on a middle-aged man full of majesty, or a steady, heroic young man, but I didn't expect it to be such a white and young boy. I don't feel majestic at all. On the contrary, there is a feeling of a small nai. ”

Meng Weici covered her face, then stepped forward, decisively put away the painting and was about to tear it.

Bidili immediately stepped forward to stop:

"Sister Meng, what are you doing here?! Okay, why do you want to tear it."

"I'm so bad at drawing."

Meng Weici covered her face and was ashamed:

"Put majesty, elegance, domineering, and extravagance...... The perfect impeccable male god is painted into a small nai yi, woo woo, I want to die, don't stop me, I'm going to tear it! ”

'Don't. The male god you drew is very handsome, I like it very much, where is the painting bad. ’

Bidili quit.

Kiki doesn't do it either:

"I haven't seen enough yet. This male god is completely long, and I am aesthetically pointed. is really personable, such as a jade boy, one word: Jun! ”

Bulma also came to persuade:

"Sister Meng, your requirements are too high. It's been very well drawn. ”

She glared at Klin:

"Apologize quickly."

“……”

Clint was speechless, but apologized.

Eat Bulma, live in Bulma. The hands are soft, and the mouth is soft.

And they all persuaded.

Meng Weici then put out the thought of tearing up the painting, but she still couldn't help but look at Klin, and asked him to tell the truth, where did Klin dare to say it, just echoing everyone's words.

Meng Weici was solemn and asked Kling to be serious and tell the truth.

Seeing that she was serious, Kling scratched his bald head and said with some embarrassment:

"The Ding Ling you painted is much 'fresher' than many hot and small fresh meat on the Internet now. I instinctively thought of Xiao Nai. I'm sorry. ”

"I see."

Bulma patted Clint on the shoulder and smiled:

"You are also a disguised Kwa Ding Ling male god, and you are tender!"

'Hey, hey. ’

Kling scratched his head.

"But the male god is indeed very tender. I don't know how old he is, but I really want to ask him about his maintenance secrets. ”

Bulma touched her face, a little worried:

"Seeing that the male god, Zhu Qingling, and you all look so frozen, I suddenly have a sense of age anxiety."

"What kind of frozen age am I?"

The corners of Meng Weici's eyes twitched twice:

"Also, I have to make it clear."

She pointed to the painting:

"I didn't embody the image of the male god well at all, but I barely drew one thousandth of the male god, well~~ one thousandth of the look."

“…… What are you kidding? ”

Bulma's eyes widened:

"You're all so handsome, and you're barely a ten-thousandth of your look?!"

"One in 10,000 may not be, one in 100,000? Million? ”

“……！！”

Everyone looked at each other, looked at each other speechlessly, and looked at Meng Weici one by one:

"Are you serious?!"

"Do I look like I'm telling a lie?"

Meng Weici rolled her eyes:

"To put it in layman's terms, it is difficult to draw the skin of a tiger and the bones. Got it? I haven't even drawn a ten-thousandth of the skin of a male god, let alone the 'bone' aspect. ”

Everyone gasped.

In particular, Bulma's eyes lit up and he said happily:

"With such a look, he is already handsome and shining, and he can't imagine the demeanor of a real male god. I can't wait any longer. Later, when we have dinner, well, Klin, Dumpling, you two go to the library and pull your idol down to eat together, and while we have time to eat, how about we ask the idol to paint us a painting of Ding Ling? ”

Kling and Dumpling had bitter faces, but under Bulma's blazing eyes, they were still forced to agree, and they were still the same sentence, eating people with soft mouths, besides, they were also very curious about the idol's painting level.

……

Evening.

Zhu Qingling was really called down by Dumpling and Klin to eat.

She is a god and can skip meals.

So when she was addicted to reading, people didn't have to call her to dinner.

Call her now, for what?

After a little inquiry, the dumplings will be honest.

Zhu Qingling was speechless, she knew Bulma's thoughts, and she didn't have the intention of pretending or delaying to cover up, so she went downstairs, and then said in front of everyone:

"Since everyone is interested in the head of my house, I will make a picture on the spot for everyone to see."

Bulma cheers and applauds:

"Long live the idol!"

She looked at dumplings, Tianjin rice and others:

'What are you doing in a daze, applauding your idols!!' ’

Tianjin Fan and the others applauded slowly, and for a while, the applause was like thunder.

Zhu Qingling smiled and looked at Bulma.

Bulma brought pen, ink, paper, and inkstone with interest.

Zhu Qingling picked up the pen and dipped it in some ink, and did not draw on the paper, but splashed ink in the void.

She activates the source of the Curse of the Maze.

This source of curse can make the painted characters 3D anthropomorphic, lifelike, and just like real people!

Not much.

A teenager takes shape in the void.

He is radiant, unique and charismatic, and just a glance makes Bulma fall in love at first sight and never forget it.

She looked at the young man who walked around in the void from time to time, looked up to the sky and smiled, looking extremely heroic and atmospheric;

Sometimes with a long sword and sharp eyes, he looks like a handsome and unparalleled knight who has come out of the long river of ancient time and space!

Sometimes with a spear in his hand, he is wearing armor, and he has a domineering, noble, and imperial spirit, just like an emperor who leads the army to battle!

Sometimes......

……

Zhu Qingling's pen is constantly walking in the void.

In a matter of moments.

Ding Ling has changed more than a dozen images in her pen, each of which is vivid, flesh and blood, impressive, and unforgettable!

It's not just Bulma who was dumbfounded.

Bidili and Qiqi were also infatuated, the two of them had long been extremely curious about Ding Ling, and at this moment, they saw him suddenly formed under Zhu Qingling's pen, and he was so noble, elegant, and chic...... The collection of various complex temperaments is unimaginable that a person can contain so many temperaments.

There is always someone who can find their favorite points from Ding Ling.

He is indeed perfect and impeccable, no matter how critical he is, he can't find Ding Ling's shortcomings, and before Kling felt that Ding Ling looked a little white.

But at the moment, under the pen of Zhu Qingling.

Ding Ling is heroic and domineering and other temperaments are intertwined and fused.

He doesn't look innocent at all, but even more fascinating! Obviously, it is still the same face, but it seems to have been fine-tuned, and his appearance and bearing have soared hundreds or thousands of times in an instant, and words cannot describe Ding Ling's bearing and appearance.

It was Klin, Dumplings, Tianjin Rice and others who looked at it, and they were all shocked, and then they couldn't help but feel ashamed of themselves.

Tang Bohu looked at it on one side, and it was even more like being struck by lightning, and his eyes seemed to lose their luster in an instant.

He lost his soul and stood in place, his pupils dilated from focus, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul at this moment.

It turned out that he was Ding Ling. ’

Ding Ling turned out to be like this. ’

No wonder Takeqingling has a crush on him! ’

Is this the true god?' ’

Tang Bohu's heart turned over and he couldn't hold himself.

He had plucked up the courage to pursue Zhu Qingling again, but at this moment, this courage was almost dissolved like ice and snow meeting the warm sun.

It was difficult for him to get up again and compete with a god like Ding Ling for women.

But let him just give up.

He was really a little unwilling.

Can only self-hypnosis:

'Ding Ling is far away in the world, I am the person around Zhu Qingling, and over time, I believe that I will definitely be able to move Zhu Qingling. If you don't try it, how do you know you can't succeed? I have worked hard, and if I still fail in the end, then I have a clear conscience and no regrets! ’

Tang Bohu thought so, exhaled a long breath, and when he looked at Ding Ling again, his eyes were much calmer.

He was ready to fail.

This is still the case of Ding Ling's absence, if Ding Ling is by Zhu Qingling's side, Tang Bohu will most likely not have the courage to approach Zhu Qingling.

……

After some time.

Zhu Qingling put away the pen.

Sitting, lying, reading, riding horses, playing with swords, guns, and halberds in the void...... The young man Lang Ding Ling also stopped writing with him, condensed in the void for a long time, and then slowly dissipated.

Wait for the 3D portrait of Ding Ling to disperse for a long time.

Bulma and the others seemed to come to their senses, and they screamed one by one.

Especially as girls, Bulma, Bidili, Kiki and others were particularly excited.

Bulma's mother, Mrs. Brive, is the most exaggerated.

Jumping and jumping, covering his face, he screamed:

"No more. Zhu Qingling, can you make me a portrait of Ding Ling, I want to post it in my bedroom and watch him every day! Otherwise, I'm really worried that I won't be able to sleep in the future. ”

Zhu Qingling looked at her blankly.

Mrs. Brive blushed a little and said:

"Ding Ling's temperament image is simply too dreamy, I can't dream of such a perfect image of a man, this is just a meeting, if I can't see it in the future, I will definitely not think about it!" (End of chapter)