The nanny's robot egg popped out to make trouble, disturbing Sangsang's sight and making her unable to practice words.

The Emperor of Heaven poked with his hand curiously: "It's not soft enough, and it doesn't feel as good as a small hairball." ”

Sang Sang packed up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone: "The master insisted on putting the nanny next to him." ”

"Hehe, Kim is also my babysitter. The Emperor fixed the egg, put Xiaojin on top of the egg, and then put away the cake that was missing: "Keep your stomach to eat vegetables, this is a snack for afternoon tea." ”

The energy of Xiao Jin's fingertips overflowed, and a thin arc of light appeared, and the sound of the egg's prompt came to an abrupt end.

There was only one Chi Xiling in the restaurant, and the adults were not there, so the three of them had a luncheon like a war.

It's not about speed. Instead, the Emperor of Heaven and Chi Xiling grabbed food, the scene was more lively than a war, and Sang Sang sat at the end of the dining table and talked to Xiao Jin in a soft voice.

Sang Sang filled his stomach, wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and shouted to the people who were still in the middle of the battlefield: "Emperor of Heaven, my space button is very full, you can help me make a space container, the kind that can be worn as an earring." ”

"Studs? The Emperor was stunned.

Just when he was stunned, Chi Xiling dragged the whole plate of crispy to him and stuffed them into his mouth one by one.

With a flick of his fingers, a crack in the black space flashed, cutting open the that Chi Xiling had bitten into his mouth, and at the same time, the plate in front of him also returned to the Heavenly Emperor.

Chi Xiling looked at the Emperor of Heaven with blinking eyes, mainly to see that the Emperor of Heaven was holding a bird's leg in his mouth, reaching out to touch his mouth, and finding that the half of the that he hadn't had time to stuff into his mouth was missing, he hurriedly chewed a few bites and swallowed it quickly, for fear that the Emperor would even grab what was in his mouth, and his eyes moved to the plate of honey barbecue.

The two began another new round of war.

More than 90 hours, four days of a normal planet day, what can be used for it?

Eating, meditating, studying, exercising mental strength, drawing...... Sangsang's daily life has not changed much.

However, on the first day, she took half an hour to go to Chi Miao's laboratory and asked Chi Miao for a few tubes of medicine. The next day, I took an hour and took Jin to the castle logistics office that I had never set foot in. Ask for a powerful jammer and ask Jin to help transform it.

The time for painting, in addition to a card every day, has to squeeze out more than an hour to paint ink and blue. And when painting, except for Xiao Jin, even the Emperor of Heaven was forbidden to enter the studio.

Among the hand-painted, the simplest is the ink painting, which is a painting. Splashing a bowl of ink and sweeping it with a large pen is also a painting...... This is called splashing ink freehand, and it doesn't need to be understood, as long as the emotions contained in it are strong enough.

The studio was empty, the easel seats had been moved to the side, and a thick piece of rice paper two or three meters long was placed on the floor.

Sang Sang carried a bucket pen, dipped it in a small bucket containing ink, and picked up the tip of the pen to tick off the ink. This is no ordinary ink, it is mixed with other paints, and it is specially used to paint dark works.

The telescopic flyboard under Sangsang's feet popped up, and the person was suspended three inches above the ground. The eyes are darker than ink.

The pen landed on the paper, leaving a long ink trail.

Sangsang didn't know what her hands were drawing, but she knew what her heart wanted.

She wants a hell, a hell of hell where the wicked will be punished in myths and legends. There is a boundless hellfire that burns the soul. There are also mountains of knives in hell, which cut people into pieces with a thousand knives, but before the punishment is over, even to the bones. Nor can they die......

Dark works also have a special magnetic field, and unlike the healing system, which requires a mental force array to keep the magnetic field balanced, the more unbalanced the magnetic field of the dark work, the stronger the effect.

Sangsang's dark paintings. It's a combination of abilities and mind paintings, which are more dangerous than the dark works of ordinary dark artists who use color to confuse others.

Lost soul, walking dead, maybe that's what Sangsang is like now.

Sangsang, who was suspended three inches above the ground, was just a shell, and the pen in her hand. It was as if it had been given a soul. Whether the hand is moving with the pen, or the pen is moving with the hand, even Xiaojin's monitoring can only calculate the uncertainty of 50%.

At present, this supernatural pen that cannot be answered by science and technology moves irregularly on the paper, leaving traces of dry or wet.

Those traces, if you look closely, some look like burning black flames, some look like resentful spirits struggling to get out of the picture, some look like hideous ghosts on religious propaganda maps, and some look like crazy beasts with their mouths open......

I don't know how long later, the pen stopped in mid-air, and Sangsang seemed to have entered the world of the painting, still standing there silently and unconsciously.

"Jingle Bell ......"

The bell was very soft, but in the empty and quiet studio full of eerie atmosphere, it was like the sound of chains crashing from hell.

Xiao Jin opened his mouth and played a song of holy heaven, and the soft and melodious melody sounded, like a drizzle of rain moistening his heart.

Sang Sang's hand trembled slightly, and his body moved.

In the boundless darkness of the world, she heard the singing, and the melody cut through the darkness like a streamer of light, leading her back to the world of light.

"Thank you, Kim. ”

Sangsang's eyes were still dark, but this darkness was not a black hole that swallowed light, but like a starry sky, shining bright stars in the depths.

Xiao Jin said seriously: "You are too engrossed, this is not good." You woke up three minutes slower today than yesterday, not because the effect of the chant has weakened, but because you have antibodies to the chant. ”

Sangsang put down the pen, didn't dare to look at the painting on the ground, walked to the balcony, opened the automatic curtains, looked at the scenery outside the window and washed his eyes, and stroked Xiaojin with a little bit in his hand.

"If I don't get into it, the effect of the painting will be reduced, or will I take out a piece of my own healing work and open it in front of me when I'm done painting?"

Xiao Jin said: "The feasibility is very high, but the dark works you draw without reservation are many times stronger than your healing works, and the speed at which you wake up may take ten days and half a month." ”

Sang Sang pursed his lips: "Then let's use the chant tomorrow, anyway, I will paint one or two more at most, and I won't need it in the future." ”

Kim said, "I have a suggestion. ”

Sangsang asked, "What advice?"

Kim said, "The medium you're best suited for is singing. You sing the hymn, I'll record it and play it for you next time. ”

"I can't sing. Sang Sang frowned in embarrassment.

Xiao Jin insisted: "You have learned basic music theory lessons, but you are not proficient, there is no fixed tune in the song, there are no lyrics, you hum according to your feelings, it is very simple." ”

Sang Sang thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay." ”

The problem of painting dark works too engrossed must be solved, and she can usually use her heart and mind, but she must pay full attention when painting, her will is far less firm than she thinks, and she may die one day under her own painting.

The string-dimensional matrix in Sangsang's brain rotated, forming a spiritual power isolation net, and then he turned his head to look at the work just now.

This is a dark work that does not pay attention to concealment, and has no concealment.

You don't have to get too close, even if you stand on the balcony, you can feel the evil aura in the painting. The different shades of ink, as if rushing out of the paper, surging and surging in mid-air, give the illusion that the whole painting is wrapped in a distorted black mist.

No, not black fog, but a burning black flame.

The painting seemed to be on fire, tongues of fire slamming against the ceiling, and the various healing works hanging on it were swallowed up. Just looking at it, I felt the scorching breath rushing towards me, creating the illusion of being burned by fire.

The string-dimensional matrix in Sangsang's mind spun faster, banishing the negative feelings from his mind and approaching the long scroll step by step.

Just looking at the picture, the painting looks like a child scribbling graffiti, with different shades of ink piled up together, without a fixed theme. It can be said that it is a sea of clouds before a rainstorm, or it can be said that it is a dark tide and a raging seabed, and of course, it is more like a devastating flame of burning sky.

"Who said that ink and blue are not suitable for dark works, changing paper and ink, the effect is stronger than oil painting. ”

Sang Sang muttered, but she also knew that another reason why oil paintings were favored by dark painters was because of their good coverage and strong concealment. This is important for a truly powerful and discreet dark artist. On the black market, it is difficult to sell a dark painting for a good price, except for those collectors who are curious, and the dark painting with good concealment can sometimes sell for a sky-high price.

"Hu Shuqing, in order to welcome you, I created hell and look forward to your arrival. ”

Sangsang framed the painting and put it in the stud in his right ear.

The earrings are multi-faceted crystals the size of soybeans, and the space container carefully made by the Emperor of Heaven is much larger than the space in the space button, and a spaceship can be placed in it, and the Emperor of Heaven will send two of them.

For this reason, Sang Sang promised to give the set of flower cards he was drawing to the Emperor of Heaven, provided that before Sang Shuwen died, he had better not use the flower cards to harm people, if he had to use them, he had to remember to kill people.

That night, Sangsang meditated and studied not hand-painting or ancient calligraphy, but singing.

As the eldest lady of the Sang family, of course, you don't have to sing to please others, but you must learn to appreciate and understand music theory. It's not difficult to pick up the previous homework and learn this, the difficult thing is how to sing with your soul, Sangsang failed countless times in virtual singing, and finally took singing as a painting, and the effect was unexpectedly good.

The chant has no lyrics, only a melody, and everyone feels differently.

Early in the morning, Sangsang sat at the top of the castle tower and watched the artificial sun set and the stars rise from the sky.

Xiao Jin opened the professional art recording software and reminded: "It's time to start." ”

Sangsang took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and heard the melody of the chant ringing in his ears, humming softly with the melody, the sound was melodious, like the morning glow and clear dew.

It was a sky, drifting leisurely with the white clouds into a quiet and peaceful forest, following the gurgling water up the stream, and the open and clear in front of me.

The white deer is drinking water by the lake, the elf with the face of the god of the network sits on the mossy roots of the arched tree in the lake, looking up at the beam of light that shoots down from the gap between the branches and leaves, the feet of ** are soaked in the water, swaying gently, the ripples ripple with the sound of the water, the fish jump out of the water, the birds are frolicking and flying, and the feathers are falling......

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