February 7, The National Art Center, China.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the museum opened on time.

As a painter at an art exhibition, Picasso naturally would not be absent from such an important occasion, that is, the artist gave her social privileges, and not showing up would not make people think that she was rude.

Visitors only feel that this great artist is really not an ordinary person.

Important guests are received by her agent, who reviews the paintings, some of which can be sold, and naturally negotiates the right price at this time.

The people who can visit here can be said to be the epitome of Japan's high society.

Most of the human gods Nagirin know each other.

She pretended not to know the people, and glanced indifferently to avoid anyone coming up to greet her.

Generally speaking, a person can refuse 99% of strangers' greetings with a cold face.

"I'm so tired," Picasso walked barefoot through the crowd, and after a while he got tired.

Even if it's her own art exhibition, listening to those thousand rules, oh, it's the first time for those who praise it, but she has traveled around the world and heard too many praises.

The praise here is no different from the praise of those abroad.

She only found it boring, and instead said, "Let's go out and have a look." ”

"Whatever." Shiraishi shrugged his shoulders, today he was alone to accompany him, and even Aono Lotus was assigned by Hanama Chrysanthemum to protect the paintings, arrange the enchantment, and avoid affecting the guests present.

The loss of one of these people is a major event worthy of the news.

The people present are either celebrities, representatives of capital giants, or politicians, even the extraordinary.

Occasionally, the art of mortals can play some role in the transcendent, because cultivation focuses on the mind, and the mind is easily moved by external objects.

Sometimes a song or a painting in a special environment will resonate with people, either passionate or tearful.

So transcendents buy paintings that touch their hearts.

……

Outside the exhibition hall looked much cleaner, with Picasso swaying barefoot on the cold ground, wrapped in a quilt, and finding a bench for rest.

Sunlight shines through the glass walls, speckling the coffee-colored façade.

Picasso turned around, as if to fall with a very powerful movement, but he still slowly collapsed on the bench.

The two bare legs sway up and down, making people wonder, if you stand under the legs, what kind of scenery can you see?

In the spirit of a gentleman, Shiraishi reminded, "Don't try so hard, be careful to walk away." ”

"It's okay," Picasso replied with a grin, "I'm wearing leggings and I'm well equipped." ”

Shiraishi shook his head and said, "There are men in the world who are interested in leggings. ”

"Wow, men are like that."

Picasso did not continue to dangle a pair of seductive and criminal long legs, and honestly clamped it.

She remembered that when she was in junior high school, she knew a handsome tablemate, who was really handsome, and her blonde hair and blue eyes and facial features still make her feel shining.

However, the handsome tablemate has a filthy mind like a urinal, and after three months of dating, he actually wants to kiss him?

Then if you have been dating for another month, wouldn't it be hand-in-hand to go to bed, and it's disgusting to think about.

"It's disgusting, you men are disgusting."

Picasso rolled over and began to unleash the map cannon indiscriminately, his body twisting like a maggot under the quilt.

Shiraishi retorted angrily: "I can't ignore this, most men are excellent and good men, you can't generalize from partiality." ”

"Then you don't have the idea of wanting to sleep with me?"

Picasso stopped writhing and questioned his soul.

"Of course not." He replied righteously, "What do you think of me, I won't make a move on a woman who doesn't feel anything." ”

"Liar." Picasso whispered, the blonde hairs were windless.

No, is there really a dull hair in the world that will move with the will of the master?

Shiraishi stared at the small handful of golden dull hair, and did not continue to argue with Picasso about whether he could hold on.

"Why don't you speak?" Picasso asked.

"I found a good show in the exhibition hall."

Shiraishi replied truthfully, his eyes leaving the golden hair, and looking at the exhibition hall.

……

Inside the exhibition hall, Hanama has always been in a posture of closing her eyes and recuperating, perceiving changes in the air.

She opened her eyes, picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Be careful, there's a little mouse mixed in." ”

After reminding her of this, her purple cherry eyes became extremely sharp, like a blade, and swept fiercely over the visitors in front of her.

There are groups of three or five, and there are no people who seem to be alone, which one is a member of the Rose Thieves Group?

Her hand grasped the hilt of the knife and did not make a sound to expel it, which would certainly save the painting, but it would also disturb the visitors, affect the holding of the exhibition, and indirectly make the order fail.

Kaminagi Rin and the others began to wander through the crowd, looking for people who might be manipulated, and that kind of dumb look was absolutely impossible to deceive others.

When Hanama Kiku's eyes were scanning, she heard an exclamation from the crowd, and she immediately looked over, and the three ordinary men dressed in suits showed extremely strong bounce power.

For ordinary people, jumping two meters high is already quite incredible.

Obviously, under the control of the thieves behind the scenes, the controlled person can break the limits of the human body, and the price is to make his body broken.

But thieves don't care about the health of ordinary people, stealing the target is the way they are pursuing.

"Please don't panic, you can leave through the exit," the thieves made a move, and Hanama didn't continue to care about these guests, pulling out her knife in her hand, "You can also stay and appreciate how I deal with them." ”

With a flicker of the glittering sword, the three of them fell in front of the painting, and the pain in their bodies made them wail unconsciously.

Aono Ren spat out a thin line of ground fire, trying to burn along the broken silk thread until it reached the thieves behind the scenes.

Invisibly, several silk threads quietly approached, his handsome face did not change, and with a movement of his fingers, earth fire gushed out from his fingertips, wrapping around the surface of his body to prevent being manipulated by silk threads.

The silk thread was changed to control the visitors next to it, so that they rioted together, and the people who were not controlled at the scene also screamed and hurriedly retreated.

The transcendents who visited were to step aside and watch, without the idea of meddling.

Kaminagi Rin puts on his robe and begins to search for his enemies.

Jun Komori covered himself with the flames of the demons and set aside a part to patrol the ground.

The Ghost Dragon Temple's beautiful teeth entered the state of the Celestial Thunder Killing Method, and jumped out of the exhibition hall, wanting to see if the controller was staying in the hall.

Yanagi Shibei and Kumei also took action, only Takagi Jiao, who should have acted the most, did not move, his hands were folded, and he was using spiritual pressure to fight against the silk threads that invaded his body, and his face was full of hideousness.

Hanama noticed his gaffe and waved his knife in his hand, trying to cut the silk thread of Takagikaku.

In an instant, another person who was looking at the void moved, and a pitch-black figure rushed out.

Hanama Ju reacted, hurriedly turned the knife edge, and the figure squirmed, splitting into a dense figure and sweeping the sky, almost filling the exhibition hall.

The snow bright sword light flickered, and the figures were cut down into nothingness and dissipated, and the chrysanthemum in the flower rolled her eyes, and secretly screamed in her heart.

The doppelganger has reached out and grabbed the Hell Drawing, a smug smile on his face.

From the moment he grabbed the painting, the painting would belong to the Rose Thieves, and in less than a second, he was sure that he and the painting would leave the exhibition hall safely.

He tried to leave, but door-shaped ripples rippled around the Hell Map, and the thief's center of gravity was unstable, and his body was pulled into a pure white space.

"Enchantment?" He was also a battle-hardened thief, and he didn't linger, choosing to use the magic of splitting himself to split himself into figures and rush to the doors of the four directions.

When you open the door of the room, there is a pure white room behind you, and when you open the door again, it is a pure white room again.

His figure kept splitting, and behind one door after another, there were also endless rooms, "What the hell is this?" ”

The thief's face turned iron-blue, it was the first time he had encountered such an outrageous house, and he couldn't push the door to the end of the incarnation.

……

"What about the thief?" Hanama Ju was a little surprised, the hell drawing was not stolen, what about people?

"I set up a door on the painting for the Yin-Yang technique, he was sucked into that space, are you going to go in and clean him up?"

Shiraishi returned to the exhibition hall from the outside and explained with a smile.

"Oh, you still have this hand."

Hanamaju's face was full of surprise, but he didn't ask much why the healing technique turned into a door's yin-yang technique, and said, "Quick, send me in, I'm going to clean up that bastard!" ”

She didn't sleep all night, and her temper became more and more irritable, and she had to kill the guy who kept her up all night.

"Hmm." Shiraishi sent her into the space of the door, his eyes turning to Takagikaku.

Aono Ren had already stepped forward to burn the silk thread for the man, and the fire surged around him, chasing the controller behind the scenes.

"Don't panic, everyone, the matter has been settled."

Shiraishi opened his mouth to stabilize the emotions of the guests at the scene, and said, "Kami, you bring the injured people over, and I will treat them." ”

……

After a while, Qingye Lian returned to the exhibition hall, dressed a little embarrassed, the expression on her face was extremely relaxed, and said with a smile: "Shiraishi-san, my hand is troublesome for you to treat." ”

"Solved?" Shiraishi asked.

Aono Ren nodded and said, "I wasted a little effort, but I still burned him to ashes." ”

Emerald green shoots emerged from Shiraishi's right hand and began to treat his arm.

"This is ......" Aono Rentong enlarged slightly, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that this was the Bodhi wood of Sensoji Temple?

No, it should be a different yin-yang technique.

Aono Ren was not sure in her heart, it was impossible for Sensoji Temple to let such an important healing technique as Bodhi Wood be left outside.

He glanced at Takagikaku, and the face of that man was completely unfazed, well, definitely not Bodhi wood.

However, the effect of this treatment is really good.

Aono Ren glanced at her arm, and in less than a minute, the wound left by the battle disappeared, "It's amazing, Shiraishi-san, your healing technique is even stronger than Komatsu." ”

"Okay." Shiraishi modestly replied.

"You don't need to be humble, we can continue to work together next time we have something."

Ren Aono smiled.

Shiraishi nodded and said, "If I have time, there will be no problem." ”

"Where's Hanama?"

Aono Ren looked around, just now he was looking for someone, he didn't notice the situation on Hanama's side, and asked, "She also chased out?" ”

"Well, I'll see." Shiraishi's mind shifted to the space of the door, and when he saw that the battle was over, he didn't continue to close the one, and directly raised his hand to draw a door in the air.

Hanama immediately walked out of the door and glared, "It's too slow!" Shiraishi, how long do you want to lock me up? ”

"I'm sorry, I was busy treating a guest just now."

Shiraishi hurriedly apologized.

Hanama Ju snorted and didn't continue to care, "Forget it, has the other person solved it?" ”

Aono Ren nodded and said, "Well, I killed it." ”

"yes, don't be careless, we don't know how many people the Rose Thieves have."

Hanama Ju advises that the art exhibition lasts for a week, and today is only the first day, so you can't be too relaxed.

"Hmm." Bai Shi nodded and said, "The children don't have enough energy, so it's better to let them go back to sleep first, and we will watch." ”

He felt sorry for the gods Nagi Rin and them, he didn't sleep all night, and he had to continue here, it was too hard.

Hanamaju thought for a while and said, "Okay, let them go back to the hotel and sleep well, and come over for duty at night." ”

……

The week passed quickly, during which the art exhibition did not happen without incident, the Rose Thieves disappeared, leaving behind the sold paintings, and the rest of the paintings were loaded back into the van and transported to the airport to be ready for the next country, Germany.

This is Picasso's global tour, and he will visit Europe and the United States to increase his popularity.

Shiraishi saw Picasso on board, looking at the dull hair, and felt quite regretful.

In the end, he still couldn't try to pluck out the dull hair, and this regret even dispelled the curiosity about Picasso's face.

"Goodbye, Shiraishi." Picasso went to the door of the cabin, turned around, his hand was rarely stretched out from the quilt, and Bai Huahua's arm waved, expressing his gratitude for the company of the past few days.

"Remember to come and play when you have time, I'll treat you well."

Shiraishi waved his hand and replied politely.

"Hmm." Picasso withdrew his hand and the hatch closed.

Hanama Ju hooked Shiraishi with her right hand, and she had the posture of greeting between buddies, that is, her pectoral muscles were more exaggerated than ordinary buddies, such a hook up, milky and fragrant, "Haha, when did your kid have such a good relationship with her?" ”

"Flowers, don't be so ambiguous, I just accompany her to go shopping every day, and people who know a little politeness will say that."

Shiraishi hurriedly defended himself.

Kaminagi Rin stood behind him, a pair of amber eyes staring at his back, like a cat staring at his sleeping master at the bedside in the middle of the night, not to mention how penetrating.

"Hahaha, are you shy?" Hanama let out a heroic laugh.

Bai Shi blushed slightly and said, "You let go of me first." ”

At this moment, he incarnated as Lin Daiyu, and he couldn't even break free from the strength of Hua Jianju's hand, so he could only be hooked obediently.

Hua Jianju let go of his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, there will be a celebration banquet today, and I will invite you to the restaurant to have a good meal." ”

"Okay," Shiraishi agreed, thinking that after eating, he would go to Okinawa to see the house.