Is the Evil God Me?

Draw, draw, draw, trash, trash trash…

Paint, paint, paint, trash...

Please forgive the real thoughts of Lynn, Xin Chazan, the sheriffs and those who watched from a distance. After all, it may not take more than a few days to reach the peak of life, so it is necessary to ask Warden painter's life taste to be directly from the poor ghost. , low-level, low-level Liba, hillbilly, shabby, stingy, stingy these categories are not easy.

After all, he did not hire a teacher to teach him how to be a gentleman with taste, and his self-esteem as an artist did not allow him to make changes so quickly to affect his inspiration.

If he had that kind of thing.

Therefore, it is not too wrong to call these things on the ground garbage at the moment, Mr. Warden. The paintings are unsightly, the lines are messy, and there is no soul at all. Paints, irresponsibly mixed together, along with brushes, are thrown in a mess, and even many of them are directly solidified without care.

It's this rubbish!

Mr. Lynn is still very careful and conscientious. He is almost examining this pile of **** like a biological experiment in a laboratory. In the field of vision of others, he can vaguely see a sharp spiritual probe sticking out of his fingertips and piercing it accurately. Check inside all kinds of garbage.

Meticulous, attentive, and bright-eyed.

After the most detailed exploration, Mr. Xiao finally determined that all the remaining traces of the plastic demon had been turned into ashes here. And this means that the plastic monster has no backers in this place, and all its power should be invested in the autumn hunting camp, and it is two separate parts.

split into two.

Judging from the portraits in which both paintings have disappeared, it is not difficult to know that the plastic demon has transformed himself into two. With his eyes closed, Lynn can imagine what the second body looks like, because every day when he wakes up in the bathroom to wash his face and dry his face, he sees the androgynous handsome face in the mirror.

"Mr. Worden, now you have two choices. One is to draw another portrait of me in front of everyone." Lynn carefully arranged and flattened a crumpled drawing paper, and then mixed it with the mess. The paint and brush were thrown in front of him, Lynn's request was obviously very fatal.

Crawling on the ground like a mad believer, like a pool of mud without bones, he is praying for the beauty he seeks for mercy.

Without the box of paints, obviously for a Worden whose actual painting skills were no different from a swirl of flying, he would not have been able to paint such an amazing masterpiece that day.

Lynn was clearly trying to show him what he was.

"Of course you have a second choice, which is to tell me everything you know about that **** paint, without a word, so that you can probably continue your way of looking up at the moon."

The benevolent, graceful, and tolerant Mr. Lynn shuddered when he saw this poor ignorant man, and gave the second choice in addition to the first choice, coupled with the nearby sheriffs beating the untouchables and poor people for years and months. The muscles that the ghost has exercised are bulging, apparently it seems that there are only two choices in fact.

Even if the guy who was lying on the ground like a dead dog didn't have a clear mind and chose the first one, the sheriffs were happy to ask the second question for Lynn.

Of course, someone cannot avoid the pain of flesh and blood.

Worden's mind was still a little bright. He heard the true meaning of Mr. Xiao, and immediately began to tell the story in a humble and pious manner. No matter how Lynn's back turned to the sun, the artist had a little fanaticism like looking at a saint. The piety made the admirers frown quietly.

Wouldn't this fellow vaguely draw the outline of the Black Holy Grail, and then be affected unconsciously like Shen Qi?

In theory, angels can also perform divine revelation.

"That tin of paint came out after I had a dream and made a deal with an unknown being in the dream, and it told me that those paints would allow me to paint the most perfect work and help me fulfill my dream. "

Damn bewitching and trading again.

Without changing his face, Lin En cursed in his heart, the people in this world are already pitiful enough, and they still have to face the inadvertent bewitching and encroachment from the Extraordinary Realm.

"I have secretly painted some people, but I haven't had any problems... Those people who appear in the paintings, just like the real ones, will secretly follow the people who are painting."

"Then what happens?" Lynn felt he was close to the answer.

"I only know that the person being painted will gradually eliminate some shortcomings, such as being easily angry or lazy. This is a good thing. It can help a person become perfect, and those shortcomings will gradually be eliminated." Worden argued hard , he really never thought about murdering Lynn or Emiste, not to mention his strange fanaticism about Lynn's gorgeousness, even if he was given a hundred courage, he would not dare to murder the nobles.

Murdering the nobles is a serious crime. If the commoners in Albion have bad intentions towards the nobles~www.wuxiamtl.com~, the torture he will accept will definitely make people wonder why they came to this world.

'Eliminate shortcomings. ’

Lin Enbi's eyes narrowed slightly, he knew what the elimination of shortcomings was. Defects caused by mistakes in spiritual rubbings will magnify a person's original defects infinitely, and will temporarily transfer them to oneself spiritually. Such rubbings of plastic demons are to maintain their own spirituality, that is, in this behavior. lost self.

Speaking of which, Emista and herself were also rubbed, but because they were both in a very safe environment, there was no change in their personalities.

That is to say, on the two days when the painting was taken back, both of them felt tired to varying degrees.

In fact, it was an omen at that time.

"You can control the people in the painting?" Lynn thought of a possibility.

"No, once a painting is successful, it is not under the control of the painter, it belongs to the world." Worden has the quality of writing about an artist, if he can understand that Brother Xun is a critique of the old society even if he is farting. , must be regarded as a standard, as a creed.

But Mr. Lynn doesn't need a creed. What he needs now is as much information as possible about the Demon Shaping.

"In addition, the painting is generally neither too far from the object nor too close. If it is very far, it will show traces, and if it is too close, it will not be able to form." Worden added.

This made Lynn's mind flash suddenly!

The first time I left the camp, it seemed that the time was right for Leonardo's incident. From Leonardo's mouth, I also pointed out that the lights were out at that time, as if the village girl had done it herself, with a very grim expression. I didn't do it myself, but someone pushed the boat... Lynn frowned at this time, realizing that something was wrong, and something might happen to him as soon as he walked to the camp.