Xing Zhukuai was full of curiosity and wanted to ask the shopkeeper Tong.

But when he squeezed through the crowd to get there, he found that the shopkeeper Tong was making milk tea there at this time, and he was very busy.

There are more than 300 queues in line!

I saw that the shopkeeper Tong was wearing a set of casual clothes, and his arms were exposed.

Originally, the shopkeeper Tong looked round, but who knew that the arms were actually muscular, like the roots of an old tree, and they felt very powerful when they looked at it.

He quickly added the tea leaves and fresh milk to the wooden cup, then shook it vigorously a few times and stirred it evenly, and finally filled it into a thick paper cup.

Bai Qitang at the front desk immediately shouted loudly:

"Seven hundred and thirty-six! 736, please pick up the meal! ”

Xing Yu looked at the door for a while, then squeezed forward and came to Bai Qitang.

"Hey, Xiaobai, Xiaobai." Xing Zhuhai poked his elbow and called Bai Shutang, who was wiping the table and collecting garbage after finishing the number: "Give me a number." ”

Bai Qitang was cleaning up the garbage, preparing to carry the cup to wash, and raised his head when he heard Xing Zhukuai's words: "Xing Zhukuai!" Xing Yu is coming? The small one will give you a number! ”

Bai Qitang took out a piece of paper that was already half the size of a palm from his arms and handed it to Xing Zhukuai: "Xing Zhu, take it quickly!" ”

Xing Zhu took a quick look, and there were two thousand eight hundred words written on the piece of paper, and he suddenly had a toothache.

However, he turned his head and glanced a few times, and the full store was full of Miss Childe who looked like she had an extraordinary temperament, so he didn't let Bai Shutang do such a thing as cutting in line.

After taking the number plate and there were no seats in the store, the thoughts in his heart naturally came to him.

Why don't you go for a walk around...... As soon as this idea came out, Xing Zhukuai was suddenly a little surprised.

Except for the Wonderland Workshop, he didn't like to go anywhere else.

Whether it's a butcher shop or a tofu shop, it stinks.

But at this time, Xing Zhukuai's idea was, since he still had to wait for the milk tea to be called, why don't you go shopping?

At the same time, Xing Zhuhai thought to himself...... If there are not many people in ordinary times, wouldn't it be possible to order a cup of milk tea and then drink milk tea while shopping?

Looking at the people around him, it is estimated that they all have similar thoughts as him.

is worthy of solving the case like the son of Shenlin...... Xing Zhukuai still respects people like Lin Gongzi very much in his heart.

With the number, Xing Zhu quickly walked outside against the flow of people and walked towards Wang Lin's fairyland workshop.

The Wonderland Workshop, which usually opened the door, had closed the door at this time, and there were two signs, one large and one small, hanging on it.

The small sign reads "Temporarily closed, waiting to open".

On the big sign is a painting.

"This ...... What is it? ”

Xing Zhukuai, like many people around him, stopped at the door of the Wonderland Workshop when he left the Tongfu Restaurant, and looked up at the two signs at the entrance of the Wonderland Workshop.

Especially the big one.

I saw that the big sign was four or five meters high, and black lines were outlined on it, and these lines formed a picture.

The content on these screens is completely different from any other school of painting today.

Four pictures in total!

There is no distinction between freehand and realism, but completely straightforward, flat and straightforward.

The first picture depicts a young man who is studying, and it seems that this young man's family background is not particularly good.

And next to him, there was a little maid with cat ears, pouring water for him.

A very normal painting!

The second picture is of this young man being bullied by other gorgeously dressed people.

Some well-dressed men were punching and kicking him because the young man couldn't write yet.

In the third picture, the bullied young man ran home and cried with the cat-eared maid.

The cat-eared maid gently comforted.

In the fourth picture, the cat-eared maid pulls out a brush from her bosom, and a cloud-like dialog box appears.

The dialog box reads: Ye Daxiong, don't be afraid, this is a fully automatic writing pen, and its effect is......

And then it's gone.

Gone?

Why is it gone?

Xing Yu was stunned, and then suddenly felt that his whole body was full of uncomfortable feelings.

Why is it gone?!

So what is the function of a fully automatic writing pen? What is the effect, you say!

Also, can this fully automatic pen be effective? How come the world has never heard of such a divine object?

And also......

Unconsciously, Xing Zhu almost felt like he was going crazy.

He was now eager to rush in and pull Wang Lin out, and then grabbed her by the neck to let her continue painting.

"Damn! Why is there only four volumes of this "Doraemon Cat"! ”

"This alien cat man looks a little innocent and lovely, and it looks like I'm going to have a trip to the south when I have time."

"A fully automatic writing pen? I'm afraid this kind of artifact is at the level of a treasure, right? Is the owner of this painting workshop a great Confucian? ”

"I don't know where Ye Daxiong lives, my generation should do justice for him."

"It's just that I don't know how much stock this Wonderland Workshop has, so I'm going to buy more of these 'comics' and go home and have a good look."

Xing Zhukuai was full of people around him.

Many people praise this novel painting method, and they are also looking forward to the "painting collection" of "Doramoncat".

No, or rather it should be called a comic book collection.

And the people of the Great Wei Holy Dynasty also experienced the horror of the broken chapter for the first time.

Of course, Xing Zhukuai didn't know, in the upside-down camellia shop, he would know what a real break is.

……

And at this time, inside the Wonderland Workshop.

Lin Ke and Wang Lin are sitting at a table alone, writing hard.

Writing and writing, Wang Lin suddenly threw away the brush: "Damn, my mother doesn't draw anymore!" How do I feel like a slave now? Kong Sheng finally abolished slavery, I don't want to be a slave! ”

Lin Ke is still painting there if he has not heard of it, and his left and right hands are extremely stable.

Seeing that Lin Ke ignored him, Wang Lin couldn't help but be a little bored, smacked his lips, and said again: "Hey, little cute!" ”

Lin Ke's face remained unchanged, still painting.

"Yoh?" Wang Lin raised her eyebrows: "If you don't react, I'm going to act recklessly!" ”

As he spoke, Wang Lin rubbed his hands obscenely like a green-headed fly: "Hehe, today I'm going to taste the fragrance of Kobayashi Gongzi!" Hey, hey, hey......"

She stood up and walked over to Lin Ke with a wicked grin, licking her lips as she licked her lips.

However, Lin Ke was still unmoved, and the cartoons in front of his desk were being drawn one by one.

Wang Lin was stunned when she saw this, and suddenly became angry: "Why are you so rude? I'm a weak woman, how can you humiliate me like this? It seems that the teacher has to kiss you as a punishment! ”

Wang Lin stretched out her mouth as she spoke.

"Master." When Lin Ke saw Wang Lin, who was getting serious, he finally stopped, and said helplessly: "Master, you've only been painting for five minutes!" ”

"His mother!" Wang Lin knocked on Lin Ke's head: "You guy, why are you so willing to be a slave?" You've been drawing for two hours today! ”

You don't know what ninety-nine-six-zero-seven is...... Lin Ke slandered in his heart.

However, he still spoke: "We have too few fist products, only Doraemon...... Phew, Doraemon Cat isn't enough. ”

"I had to draw Dragon Ball, Pokémon, One Piece, etc."

"Master, your task is really heavy!"