I, God Lord, recruit witches to make money

Chapter 175: Dumbao is a miracle in the world

February [-], National Museum of Fine Arts.

It opens on time at ten o'clock in the morning.

As a painter at an art exhibition, Picasso would naturally not miss such an important occasion. Even if the artist gave her social privileges, no one would think she was being rude if she didn't show up.

Visitors only feel that this great artist is indeed no ordinary person.

Important guests are received by her agent, who reviews the paintings. For some of the paintings that can be sold, it is natural to negotiate a suitable price at this time.

Those who can visit here can be said to be the epitome of Japan's upper class.

I know most of the people Kami Nagi Rin.

She pretended not to recognize those people and glanced at them with an indifferent attitude to avoid anyone coming up to say hello.

Generally speaking, as long as a person has a cold face, he can refuse 90.00% of strangers' greetings.

"I'm so tired," Picasso said, walking barefoot among the crowd and soon got tired of it.

Even for her own art exhibition, listening to those thousand verses, oh, it was the first time for those who praised her, but she traveled to various countries and heard too many praises.

The praise here is no different from the praise from those abroad.

She only found it boring and said instead: "Let's go out for a walk."

"Whatever." Shiraishi shrugged. He was the only one accompanying him today. Even Qingye Ren was assigned by Huajian Ju to protect the paintings and arrange the barriers to avoid affecting the guests present.

The loss of any one of these people is a newsworthy event.

The people present were either celebrities, representatives of capital giants, politicians, or even extraordinary people.

Mortal arts can occasionally have some effect on extraordinary people, because cultivation focuses on the heart, and the heart is easily moved by external objects.

Sometimes a song or a painting in a special environment will resonate with people, either passionately or in tears.

So extraordinary people will buy paintings that can touch their hearts.

……

The outside of the exhibition hall seemed much cleaner. Picasso stepped on the cold ground with his bare feet, wandered around with his quilt wrapped in quilts, and found a bench for people to rest.

The sunlight passes through the glass wall and shines on the brown exterior wall in spots.

Picasso turned around and seemed to be about to fall down with a very powerful movement, but he still slowly fell on the bench.

The two bare legs are dangling up and down, making people curious, what kind of scenery can they see if they stand under the legs?
In the spirit of a gentleman, Shiraishi reminded, "Don't use so much force, be careful to expose it."

"It doesn't matter," Picasso replied with a smile, "I'm wearing leggings, and I'm fully equipped inside."

Shiraishi shook his head and said, "There are men in the world who are interested in leggings."

"Wow, men are really like that."

Picasso did not continue to dangle a pair of tempting and sinful long legs, and clamped them honestly.

She remembered that when she was in junior high school, she met a handsome deskmate, who was really handsome, with blond hair and blue eyes, and facial features that made her feel shining even now.

However, that handsome deskmate has thoughts as dirty as a urinal. After three months of dating, he actually wants to kiss her?
Then if we date for another month, wouldn't it be like holding hands and going to bed? It's disgusting to think about it.

"It's so disgusting. You men are so disgusting."

Picasso turned over and began to release the map cannon indiscriminately. His body under the quilt was twisted like a maggot.

Shiraishi retorted angrily: "I can't ignore this. Most men are excellent and good men. You can't generalize."

"Then you won't have the idea of ​​sleeping with me?"

Picasso stopped twisting and issued a soul question.

"Of course not." He replied righteously, "Who do you think I am? I will not attack a woman who has no feelings."

"Liar." Picasso said in a low voice, his blond hair was calm and silent.

No way, is there really a stupid thing in the world that can move according to the will of its owner?
Shiraishi stared at the handful of golden hair and did not continue to argue with Picasso about whether he could persist.

"Why don't you speak?" Picasso asked.

“I discovered that a good show was taking place in the exhibition hall.”

Shiraishi answered truthfully, his eyes left his golden hair and looked towards the exhibition hall.

……

Inside the exhibition hall, Huajianju has always closed her eyes and meditated, noticing the changes in the air.

She opened her eyes, picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Be careful, a little mouse has gotten in."

After reminding her of this sentence, her purple eyes became extremely sharp, like blades, as she fiercely swept over the visitors in front of her.

There are groups of three and five, and no one seems to be alone. Who is the member of the Rose Thieves Group?

She held the handle of the knife with her hand and did not say goodbye. Although this would save the painting, it would also disturb the guests, affect the exhibition, and directly cause the order to fail.

Kannagi Rin and the others began to wander among the crowd, looking for people who might be manipulated. Their dull eyes could never deceive others.

When Huajian Ju was scanning, she heard an exclamation from the crowd. She immediately looked over and saw three ordinary men in suits showing extremely strong jumping ability.

For ordinary people, jumping two meters high is already quite incredible.

Obviously, under the control of the thieves behind the scenes, the controlled person can break the limits of the human body, at the cost of making his body broken.

But thieves don't care about the health of ordinary people. Stealing the target is what they pursue.

"Please don't panic. Everyone can leave through the exit." The thief took action. Huajian Ju did not continue to worry about these guests and pulled out a knife. "You can also stay and watch how I deal with them."

With a flash of sword light, the three of them fell down in front of the painting. The pain all over their bodies made them moan unconsciously.

Qing Yeren spit out a thin line of earth fire, trying to burn it along the broken thread to the thief behind the scenes.

Invisibly, several silk threads quietly approached. His handsome face did not change. With a movement of his ten fingers, earth fire surged out from his fingertips and wrapped around his body to prevent him from being controlled by the threads.

The silk thread was changed to control the visitors next to it, causing them to riot together. Those who were not controlled also screamed and retreated in a hurry.

The extraordinary people who visited stood aside and watched, with no intention of intervening.

Kannagi Rin put on his cassock and began to search for enemies.

Komori Jun covered himself with the flames of the inner ghost, and separated a part of it to patrol the ground.

Oniryuin Miya entered the state of Tianliu Thunder Killing Technique and jumped out of the exhibition hall, wanting to see if the controller was staying in the hall.

Yagyu Jubei and Kongmei also took action. Only Takagi Kakuzu, who should take action the most, did not move. He clasped his hands together and was using his spiritual pressure to fight against the threads invading his body, with a ferocious look on his face.

Hua Jianju noticed his gaffe, and swung the knife, trying to cut off Gao Mujiao's thread.

In an instant, another person who saw the opening moved, and a dark figure jumped out.

Huajianju reacted and hurriedly turned the blade of the knife. The figure squirmed and split into dense figures passing through the sky, almost filling the exhibition hall.

The bright sword light flashed, and the figures were chopped into nothingness and disappeared. Huajianju turned her eyes and secretly screamed that it was terrible.

The thief who is good at clones has reached out and grabbed the hell drawing, with a proud smile on his face.

From the moment he grabbed the painting, the painting would belong to the rose thieves. In less than a second, he was sure that he and the painting would leave the exhibition hall safely.

He wanted to leave, but ripples in the shape of a door rippled around the hell drawing. The thief's center of gravity was unstable, and his body was pulled into a pure white space.

"Boundary?" He could be considered a battle-experienced thief. He did not linger and chose to use splitting magic to split himself into silhouettes that rushed towards the four doors.

Open the door to the room, and there is another pure white room behind it. Open the door again, and there is another pure white room.

His figure kept splitting. Behind each door, there were also endless rooms. "What the hell is this?"

The thief's face turned livid. This was the first time he had encountered such an outrageous house. He could not push the door to the end of the door despite his countless incarnations.

……

"Where is the thief?" Huajianju was a little surprised. The hell drawing was not stolen, but where was the person?
"I set up a door on the painting to perform onmyoji. He was sucked into that space. Do you want to go in and take care of him?"

Shiraishi returned to the exhibition hall from the outside and explained with a smile.

"Oh, you still have this skill."

Huajian Ju's face was full of surprise, but she didn't ask any more questions about why the healing technique turned into the door's Yin and Yang technique, and said: "Quickly, send me in, I want to take care of that bastard!"

Not sleeping all night made her temper even more irritable, and she had to kill the guy who made her stay up all night.

"Yes." Shiraishi sent her into the door space, his eyes turned to Takagi Kaku.

Qing Yelian has already stepped forward to burn the thread for the one, and the fire surges around her body, looking for the manipulator behind the scenes.

"No need to panic, the matter has been resolved."

Shiraishi opened his mouth to calm the emotions of the guests at the scene, and then said: "Kannagi, you move the injured people here, I want to treat them."

……

After a while, Qing Yelian returned to the exhibition hall. Her clothes were a little messy, and her face was extremely relaxed. She smiled and said: "Shiraishi-san, please treat my hands."

"Is it solved?" Bai Shi asked.

Qing Yeren nodded and said: "After a little bit of effort, I still burned him to ashes."

Emerald green shoots sprouted from Shiraishi's right hand and he began to treat his arm.

"This is..." Qing Yelian's pupils dilated slightly. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that this was the Bodhi tree of Sensoji Temple?

No, it should be a different onmyoji.

Qing Yeren was not sure. Sensoji could not let such an important healing technique as the Bodhi tree wander outside.

He glanced at Gao Mujiao, who had a completely calm expression on his face, well, it was definitely not Bodhi Tree.

However, the treatment effect is really good.

Ren Qingye glanced at his arm. In less than a minute, the wounds left by the battle disappeared. "It's amazing, Shiraishi-san. Your healing skills are even more powerful than Komatsu."

"It's okay." Bai Shi replied modestly.

"You don't need to be humble. We can continue to cooperate next time if something happens."

Qing Yelian smiled.

Shiraishi nodded and said, "If I have time, there will be no problem."

"Where's the flower room?"

Qing Yelian looked around. He was just looking for someone and didn't notice the situation on Huajian Ju's side. He asked, "Did she chase her out too?"

"Well, let me take a look." Shiraishi's mind shifted to the space of the door. Seeing that the battle was over, he did not continue to lock that person, and directly raised his hand to draw a door in the air.

Huajian Ju immediately walked out of the door and glared: "Too slow! Shiraishi, how long do you want to lock me up?"

"Sorry, I was busy treating the customer just now."

Shiraishi apologized quickly.

Huajianju snorted and did not continue to care, "Forget it, has the other person solved it?"

Qing Yeren nodded and said, "Yes, I'll kill him."

"Yeah, don't be careless. We don't know how many people there are in the Rose Thieves Group."

Hua Jianju warned that the art exhibition lasts for a week, and today is only the first day, so don't relax too much.

"Yes." Bai Shi nodded and said, "Children don't have enough energy, so why not let them go back to sleep first and let us watch."

He felt sorry for Kannagi Rin and the others. They had not slept all night and had to continue here. It was too hard.

Huajianju thought for a while and said, "Okay, let them go back to the hotel and have a good sleep, and then come over for duty at night."

……

A week passed in a blink of an eye, and nothing unexpected happened during the art exhibition. The Rose Thieves disappeared, leaving behind the sold paintings. The remaining paintings were loaded back into the truck and transported to the airport, preparing to go to the next country, Germany.

This is Picasso's global tour and will visit European and American countries to increase his popularity.

Shiraishi watched Picasso board the plane, looking at the stupid hair, feeling quite regretful.

In the end, he still couldn't try to pluck out what it felt like to pluck that stupid hair. This regret even dispelled his curiosity about Picasso's face.

"Goodbye, Shiraishi." Picasso came to the cabin door, turned around, and rarely stretched out his hand from the quilt. He waved his white arm to express his gratitude for accompanying him these days.

"Remember to come and play when you have time, I will entertain you well."

Shiraishi waved his hand and replied politely.

"Yeah." Picasso retracted his hand and closed the hatch.

Hanajian Kiku hooked Shiraishi with her right hand, like a greeting between buddies, but her breasts were more exaggerated than the average buddies. Such a hookup, the fragrance of milk hit her nostrils, "Haha, when did you have such a good relationship with her?"

"Huajian, don't speak so ambiguously. I just go shopping with her every day. Anyone with a little bit of politeness would say that."

Shiraishi hurriedly defended himself.

Kannagi Rin stood behind him, staring at his back with a pair of amber eyes, like a cat staring at its sleeping owner at the bedside late at night, not to mention how penetrating his eyes were.

"Hahaha, are you shy?" Huajianju laughed boldly.

Bai Shi blushed slightly and said, "Let me go first."

At this moment, he transformed into Lin Daiyu, unable to break away even with the strength of Huajianju's hand, and could only be obediently hooked.

Huajianju let go of her hand and said with a smile: "Okay, there will be a celebration banquet today. I will treat you to a good meal in the restaurant."

"Okay," Shiraishi agreed, thinking that after dinner, he would go to Okinawa to see a house.

　ps: On January [-]th, this book will have its first recommendation on the shelves. I will restore it to [-]. I hope everyone will continue to subscribe. The sales in the next week will determine whether there will be another recommendation.

　　


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