The smile on the painter's face froze, he stretched out his hand to pull out the awl inserted into his chest, and stared at her with four eyes: "Please don't make such jokes, I am achieving the pinnacle of art and creating a new era, please also cooperate with your attitude well, otherwise it will ......"

His eyes welled up with excitement in vain, "I'll 'shape' you into a permanent mannequin." ”

Xia Lingge seemed to unintentionally fasten the mask, picked up the axe and checked it again: "I also want to add luster to art, but can I take a look at the finished products of your previous models before painting, so that I can have a reference." ”

The painter's four eyes kept rolling back and forth, as if to explore the truth of her words, and Xia Lingge resolutely looked back at him.

"Okay." The painter covered the wound on his chest, "I'll go get you a painting, but you must not get it dirty and damaged, do you hear me!" ”

"Oh."

After tossing for a while, the painter took out all the paintings, handed them to Xia Lingge, and then sat on the sofa next to him, while wrapping gauze around his chest, staring at her intently.

Xia Lingge picked up the painting casually and looked at it, it was still black and red, there were men and women in the painting, the face was painful, and the body was more or less pierced with sharp weapons.......

She paused, raised her head and glanced at the painter faintly.

"Don't look at me like that, it's all about art." The painter said with four eyes, "Actually, at the beginning, I didn't know that they were 'food', and invited them to be guests one by one, so I had no choice but to bring them in person, but I thought it was actually a low-grade 'food'." ”

"But 'food' is 'food', the original red liquid on their bodies is simply more beautiful than the paint, especially when they are struggling in pain, that liquid will become more and more ......" The painter closed his eyes and sighed as if aftertaste, and then suddenly he raised his head again, and asked straight at Xia Lingge, "Shouldn't you also be 'food'?" ”

There was fanaticism and excitement in the black and white eyes, Xia Lingge picked up three or four albums with one hand, and slowly lifted them to be 90 degrees perpendicular to the floor.

"Just kidding...... The painter stood up and wanted to snatch the painting in Xia Ling's singer, but in the face of her indifferent gaze, he had to unconsciously raise his hand, "You, don't worry, I designate to paint you a thousand times better than those 'delicacies', if you also like red liquid, I, I can splash the remaining ones on you." ”

Xia Lingge: "...... It doesn't have to be that way. ”

She put the painting back on the table and continued to flip it down, until she picked up the last painting, which was much simpler than the others, a woman standing with a child in her arms, no extra decoration, and no painful atmosphere, the only attraction was that in addition to the black and red background of this painting, the child's collar was painted with a butterfly-like yellow hairpin.

It's familiar......

She looked down at the doll she was holding in her arms.

"You painted this picture too?"

Xia Lingge flipped the portrait and handed it over, the painter took it and looked at it, his eyes flickered and confused: "The lines are single, the content is flat, and what is this yellow and yellow?" Have I ever painted such an ugly picture? ”

He looked up at Xia Lingge as if asking, but Xia Lingge's eyes were faint, even inquiring and suspicious.

The painter was inexplicably embarrassed, his eyes fell back on the painting, and after a long time, he suddenly realized: "This seems to be my wife and daughter." Then he looked dazed, "Why did I draw them?" ”

Xia Lingge hugged the doll in her arms, "What about your daughter?" Is she okay? ”

The painter was asked again with a blank face: "How do I know if she is okay, I am an artist, and artists don't need to worry about these trivial things." ”

Xia Lingge lazily retracted his gaze, and the painter suddenly became angry for some reason, "I'm here to find your portrait, instead of answering questions, hurry up to the table and stand up, don't waste my precious time." ”

"Okay, don't waste it."

Xia Lingge turned around and walked out the door.

"Why are you going?!"

The painter's face became distorted, and the four eyes that had been straight erected with anger were erected.

"Go home and sleep." Xia Lingge twisted the door as he spoke, "My time is also precious. ”

"You're fooling me!"

The four eyes erected by the painter were very round and huge, and he roared angrily and pounced, Xia Lingge quickly turned sideways to avoid it, but the mask on his face was pulled off.

"It turns out that you are really 'hungry'."

The fury in his eyes dissipated and turned into bloodthirsty fanaticism, the painter laughed and forced Xia Lingge back into the house, and quickly climbed towards her in a strange and distorted posture, "When I catch you, I will nail you to the wall, cut off your head, twist your limbs, I will turn you into the most beautiful painting!" ”

It's noisy.

Xia Lingge patted his ears impatiently, picked up the portrait on the table and threw it behind him. The painter's eyes widened suddenly, and he swept straight past the girl and raised her hand to catch it, and at this time, Xia Lingge picked up the axe that she threw away again, and raised her hand to slash at the locked door.

'Bang-'

'Bang-'

'Bang-'!

She stooped and stepped out, and a heart-rending roar rang behind her.

"You low-grade 'glutton', I'm going to eat you!"

Xia Lingge trotted forward a few steps, then turned around sharply and threw the axe in her hand on the exposed head in the crack of the door, she raised her hand and pressed the elevator, she pressed it once before, it stands to reason that the elevator should stop on the eighth floor, but I don't know which bastard ball pressed it again, the elevator actually ran to the twelfth floor, she still has to wait.

And over there, the painter walked towards her step by step with an axe on his head, and the green liquid ran down his face, and he pulled out the axe that split his head in two, and swung it at her with a fierce expression.

Xia Lingge turned her eyes to look at the stairs opposite, thinking about whether to go back to the old way, and the elevator on her side 'ding-' sounded, and one hand grabbed her and pulled it in directly.

'Boom'! The elevator doors close.

"He Zhinian?"

Xia Lingge looked at the young man who was smiling at him, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "You're not ......"

"It's not a monster, is it?"

He Zhinian naturally took her words, and raised his hand to pat her messy bunched hair: "I said, this is the game world, so players can use bonus items to help themselves, I just used [Regression] to escape, but it's just ......"

He paused, his expression a little irritated, "This is my last chance to enter the game, and you can only rely on yourself for the rest of the matter, I can't help much." ”

Xia Lingge looked at his pale and bloodless face and shook his head slightly: "It's enough." ”

He was able to stand in front of her again, and that was the greatest help to her.