Painting, only the last stroke is left, and it is gone? The long-haired young man moved his head slightly, as if he was in a trance.

He glanced at the pen in his hand fixedly, unable to understand why he had drawn it. Then he glanced at the hand that suddenly appeared next to him.

He watched it for dozens of seconds, but he didn't seem to understand what was going on.

It wasn't until the moment when the hand was about to be withdrawn that he suddenly reacted, and then exploded. It was this hand that ruined his paintings!

It was this hand that ruined! He's going to kill him! The magnetic field with the power of the rules exploded in an instant. But in the next second, before he could catch that hand, a magnetic field that also carried the rules, or even had a higher rule effect than his, suddenly counterattacked.

It was as if thousands of sharp blades were hovering in the studio, and the surrounding crystal walls gradually made a cracking sound.

Also affected are the plaster statues that young people visit neatly. The plaster statue, which was originally erected, fell to the ground under the influence of the hurricane and became fragments.

The long-haired young man stood still, frozen again. To destroy a painting that is about to be completed is to collapse, but to be smashed in the entire studio is to be grief-stricken.

The wind blew in along the shattered void of the crystal wall, blowing away the fog around the youth. Finally showed his full face.

Although the face is expressionless, it is thrillingly beautiful. The long hair fell naturally to his side and waist, eventually tangled with the slowly closing mist.

The young man raised his hand, touched Shi Que's face on the ruined canvas regrettably, and then slowly lowered his head and pasted his face on it, a little aggrieved, and almost paranoid and said: "Mine, it's mine." If the clown heard his voice, he would be shocked, because the young man spoke much more coherently this time than the last.

At this time, in the rest room of Bo Yanzhao in the F City Branch, Shi Que, the gold clown, and Bo Yanzhao were huddled in a [moderation] cabinet, leaning against the glass door of the cabinet and panting.

"it, did this thing run out just now? I thought my hands were gone! The money-worshipping clown patted his chest and expressed his fear very perfunctorily.

Bo Yanzhao looked at his excited face and had a trace of doubt. And the time sparrow next to him was a little regretful,

"It's a pity that there is nothing to take in the studio for such a big [disaster-level] strange talk. The money-worshipping clown nodded, and he was also very disgusted,

"I'm really poor!" As he spoke, he played with the paintbrush in his hand and discussed with Shi Que,

"How do you use this thing? You won't really call me a painting! Bo Yanzhao casually took a piece of paper from the side and gave it to him,

"Draw two strokes and send it back! It's almost there, in case it's really angry and goes out, it's not easy to contain. However, the gold-worshipping clown and Shi Que were very indifferent, and the gold-worshipping clown also pointed to the cabinet very arrogantly.

"Afraid of what? We have [moderation]! "That's right. Bo Yanzhao looked at [Temperance] for a while, and involuntarily sighed,

"It's a really good story. Where did you find it? "Bo Yanzhao sincerely sighed at the practicality of [moderation].

Although it is [Danger Level], the effect of the rules can be higher than that of the [Catastrophic Level] part of the non-major rules, and in many combat situations, it can play an unexpected role.

Just like now, every time Shi Que and the gold-worshipping clown open [Doraemon's Arbitrary Door], they don't worry about chasing the magnetic aura on the other side to find them, or fight back, just by relying on the existence of [Temperance].

Originally, Bo Yanzhao pondered and asked Shi Que where he contained [Temperance], and if he found a place with a similar effect to [Temperance] in the vicinity in the future, he could get a field service back to L City and use it as a temporary safe house during a no-man's land mission.

However, after waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for an answer. So he also glanced at the two of them a little puzzled. It turned out that the expressions on the faces of Shi Que and the gold-worshipping clown were a little subtle.

"What's wrong?" Bo Yanzhao didn't understand. In the end, it was Shi Que who told him the reason,

"I took it in at his house." After thinking about it, Shi Que corrected the answer a little more accurately,

"His previous property."

"And now? Sold? Bo Yanzhao asked casually. The gold-worshipping clown gritted his teeth: "No, it's collapsed." ”

"Huh?" Bo Yanzhao is a little confused,

"Why did it collapse?" The gold-worshipping clown pointed at Shi Que: "He opened a big hole in the basement wall when he ate inside and outside to help 20 million and 2 million escape." The wall is a load-bearing wall. Later, it was a bit busy, and we all forgot to go back to fix it. Then the house collapsed. Bo Yanzhao: "So where is the house?" Collapse and cover again? The money-worshipping clown: "No need. I couldn't go because I didn't have a car. Bo Yanzhao: "Why is this?" The money-worshipping clown was expressionless: "Because that house is in the deepest part of the no-man's land in F City." Only that weird car can get out of the way. Then it was still 630 million to eat inside and outside, and gave the car to others! Now it has become the bus of the head office. The money-worshipping clown held his breath when he thought of this and couldn't help it

"Tui" sounded. Shi Que persuaded him,

"It's okay, it's okay, we'll get the car back when we go back this time."

"Impossible! Now even Yu Liao doesn't know where the car went. If you want a car, you might as well pick up the monkey back! "The money-worshipping clown has a clear mind and refuses to eat unreliable cakes.

Bo Yanzhao listened to the two of them arguing, and suddenly became a little curious,

"Anyway, why did you two meet!" The money-worshipping clown and Shi Que said in unison: "He (I) owe me (him) money." Bo Yanzhao was very surprised: "But I heard outsiders say, aren't you two together because you cheated the money of the Nansuo family together?" ”

"Fart!" The money-worshipping clown directly retorted: "How can we be a liar? They all volunteered to participate in the auction. The gold-worshipping clown took the opportunity to quickly say his experience of knowing Shi Que, and the more Bo Yanzhao listened, the more he frowned, and suddenly looked at Shi Que,

"Wait, so according to him, you were going to dig the corner of the Garden of Eden in the first place?" Shi Que was very frank: "That's right! Bo Yanzhao was silent for two seconds: "Then I ......" Shi Que shook his head: "You are not!" Bo Yanzhao frowned: "......" Shi Que: "I didn't decide to poach you from the beginning, but after reading your report to F City to deal with the aftermath, I plan to get you back!" "So you still didn't have a good heart from the beginning?

But thinking about it like this, Bo Yanzhao has a painting again, and only the last stroke is left, and it is actually gone? The long-haired young man moved his head slightly, as if he was in a trance.

He glanced at the pen in his hand fixedly, unable to understand why he had drawn it. Then he glanced at the hand that suddenly appeared next to him.

He watched it for dozens of seconds, but he didn't seem to understand what was going on.

It wasn't until the moment when the hand was about to be withdrawn that he suddenly reacted, and then exploded. It was this hand that ruined his paintings!

It was this hand that ruined! He's going to kill him! The magnetic field with the power of the rules exploded in an instant. But in the next second, before he could catch that hand, a magnetic field that also carried the rules, or even had a higher rule effect than his, suddenly counterattacked.

It was as if thousands of sharp blades were hovering in the studio, and the surrounding crystal walls gradually made a cracking sound.

Also affected are the plaster statues that young people visit neatly. The plaster statue, which was originally erected, fell to the ground under the influence of the hurricane and became fragments.

The long-haired young man stood still, frozen again. To destroy a painting that is about to be completed is to collapse, but to be smashed in the entire studio is to be grief-stricken.

The wind blew in along the shattered void of the crystal wall, blowing away the fog around the youth. Finally showed his full face.

Although the face is expressionless, it is thrillingly beautiful. The long hair fell naturally to his side and waist, eventually tangled with the slowly closing mist.

The young man raised his hand, touched Shi Que's face on the ruined canvas regrettably, and then slowly lowered his head and pasted his face on it, a little aggrieved, and almost paranoid and said: "Mine, it's mine." If the clown heard his voice, he would be shocked, because the young man spoke much more coherently this time than the last.

At this time, in the rest room of Bo Yanzhao in the F City Branch, Shi Que, the gold clown, and Bo Yanzhao were huddled in a [moderation] cabinet, leaning against the glass door of the cabinet and panting.

"it, did this thing run out just now? I thought my hands were gone! The money-worshipping clown patted his chest and expressed his fear very perfunctorily.

Bo Yanzhao looked at his excited face and had a trace of doubt. And the time sparrow next to him was a little regretful,

"It's a pity that there is nothing to take in the studio for such a big [disaster-level] strange talk. The money-worshipping clown nodded, and he was also very disgusted,

"I'm really poor!" As he spoke, he played with the paintbrush in his hand and discussed with Shi Que,

"How do you use this thing? You won't really call me a painting! Bo Yanzhao casually took a piece of paper from the side and gave it to him,

"Draw two strokes and send it back! It's almost there, in case it's really angry and goes out, it's not easy to contain. However, the gold-worshipping clown and Shi Que were very indifferent, and the gold-worshipping clown also pointed to the cabinet very arrogantly.

"Afraid of what? We have [moderation]! "That's right. Bo Yanzhao looked at [Temperance] for a while, and involuntarily sighed,

"It's a really good story. Where did you find it? "Bo Yanzhao sincerely sighed at the practicality of [moderation].

Although it is [Danger Level], the effect of the rules can be higher than that of the [Catastrophic Level] part of the non-major rules, and in many combat situations, it can play an unexpected role.

Just like now, every time Shi Que and the gold-worshipping clown open [Doraemon's Arbitrary Door], they don't worry about chasing the magnetic aura on the other side to find them, or fight back, just by relying on the existence of [Temperance].

Originally, Bo Yanzhao pondered and asked Shi Que where he contained [Temperance], and if he found a place with a similar effect to [Temperance] in the vicinity in the future, he could get a field service back to L City and use it as a temporary safe house during a no-man's land mission.

However, after waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for an answer. So he also glanced at the two of them a little puzzled. It turned out that the expressions on the faces of Shi Que and the gold-worshipping clown were a little subtle.

"What's wrong?" Bo Yanzhao didn't understand. In the end, it was Shi Que who told him the reason,

"I took it in at his house." After thinking about it, Shi Que corrected the answer a little more accurately,

"His previous property."

"And now? Sold? Bo Yanzhao asked casually. The gold-worshipping clown gritted his teeth: "No, it's collapsed." ”

"Huh?" Bo Yanzhao is a little confused,

"Why did it collapse?" The gold-worshipping clown pointed at Shi Que: "He opened a big hole in the basement wall when he ate inside and outside to help 20 million and 2 million escape." The wall is a load-bearing wall. Later, it was a bit busy, and we all forgot to go back to fix it. Then the house collapsed. Bo Yanzhao: "So where is the house?" Collapse and cover again? The money-worshipping clown: "No need. I couldn't go because I didn't have a car. Bo Yanzhao: "Why is this?" The money-worshipping clown was expressionless: "Because that house is in the deepest part of the no-man's land in F City." Only that weird car can get out of the way. Then it was still 630 million to eat inside and outside, and gave the car to others! Now it has become the bus of the head office. The money-worshipping clown held his breath when he thought of this and couldn't help it

"Tui" sounded. Shi Que persuaded him,

"It's okay, it's okay, we'll get the car back when we go back this time."

"Impossible! Now even Yu Liao doesn't know where the car went. If you want a car, you might as well pick up the monkey back! "The money-worshipping clown has a clear mind and refuses to eat unreliable cakes.

Bo Yanzhao listened to the two of them arguing, and suddenly became a little curious,

"Anyway, why did you two meet!" The money-worshipping clown and Shi Que said in unison: "He (I) owe me (him) money." Bo Yanzhao was very surprised: "But I heard outsiders say, aren't you two together because you cheated the money of the Nansuo family together?" ”

"Fart!" The money-worshipping clown directly retorted: "How can we be a liar? They all volunteered to participate in the auction. The gold-worshipping clown took the opportunity to quickly say his experience of knowing Shi Que, and the more Bo Yanzhao listened, the more he frowned, and suddenly looked at Shi Que,

"Wait, so according to him, you were going to dig the corner of the Garden of Eden in the first place?" Shi Que was very frank: "That's right! Bo Yanzhao was silent for two seconds: "Then I ......" Shi Que shook his head: "You are not!" Bo Yanzhao frowned: "......" Shi Que: "I didn't decide to poach you from the beginning, but after reading your report to F City to deal with the aftermath, I plan to get you back!" "So you still didn't have a good heart from the beginning?

But thinking like this, Bo Yanzhao had new doubts,

"Then since you plan to get me back, why do you still put 300 million in arrears on me!" When it comes to this matter, Bo Yanzhao is angry,

"I used to have some savings, but now that I have a dime in my pocket, it will be withheld by the Garden of Eden. What the hell do you think about it? Shi Que was also a little melancholy,

"I thought you owe so much money, maybe the consultant didn't want to pay you back and just gave you up. Who would have thought that this bastard would not be able to score a single point, focusing on humanistic care! ”

"Hey, I made a mistake." Shi Que's words at the beginning were quite serious, and the last half of the sentence was obviously nonsense.

The key money-worshipping clown is still next to him to persuade Bo Yanzhao,

"What's wrong with owing 300 million? Think about it, you are all from Beisuo, how can there be money in Beisuo! You owe so much money, you are glorious! Bo Yanzhao was silent for a long time, and finally only said one sentence,

"Bad luck!" The three of you said a lot of useless things. It is clear that the crisis has not been completely resolved, but the three of them do not even have the slightest nervousness, but are very relaxed.

I looked at the time, and when it was time to return the [disaster-level] strange talk pen that I had taken back through [Doraemon's Arbitrary Gate].

The gold-worshipping clown glanced at the paintbrush and felt that it was a bit inconsistent with their usual style to return it like this.

Shi Que thought about it and took a pair of scissors from the side. Bo Yanzhao looked at what he and the money worshipping clown were doing, and suddenly felt a little sympathy for the strange talk in the god's sealed land.

And at this time, the gods sealed the land. In the crystal-walled studio, the long-haired young man carefully tidied up the messy studio after a brief period of extreme collapse.

Next, he went to his storage room and brought out a new batch of plaster statues, which were placed in the same place where the previous ones had been broken.

After that, I replaced the canvas with a new canvas on the drawing board and re-typed the draft. Then he put the pencil aside and reached into the small bucket at his feet, trying to touch a paintbrush to draw the background.

But his hand was only halfway stretched out when a paintbrush was stuffed into a brush by an inexplicable hand. The long-haired young man subconsciously raised the brush to look at it, and found that the tip of the pen had been cut with scissors.

is an Arabic numeral, 6. The young man looked down at the small bucket at his feet, and he found that he only had this one paintbrush of his type.

There is no spare at all! So, the young man froze in front of the drawing board again!