Soul Painter

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Facing Sanzhuxiong's speech, Gao Fan was stunned for a moment, and then he showed the caring smile of a mad scientist facing a qualified experimental subject.

However, this smile was quickly restrained, and he showed a kind of worry like a doctor's benevolence.

"If this is the case, I am afraid that the devil in your soul, Mr. Sanzhu, will be drawn together by me, so we have to prepare, um, your ambush samurai, ninjas, snipers, etc., you must be prepared. ."

In the face of Gaofan's advice.

Sanzhuxiong nodded: "Don't worry, no one can kill me before I die."

"Then let's try it~" Gao Fan was a little excited, he rubbed his hands, and he praised Sanzhuxiong, "I have to say that Mr. Sanzhu is the best model I have met recently~"

"Please." Mitsushima said.

"Come on~" Gao Fan stood behind the drawing board and looked at the draft with the technique of 'focus'. He was going to draw finer lines on this draft, but this time he used 'distortion'.

A 'Twist' to assist and control with 'Focus'.

It is controlled to the skill level of Gao Fan before and after the creation of "Mask".

It's been a long time since I used the 'twist' technique to paint.

Gao Fan misses the feeling of the brush in his hand.

It is a line with magic power. The foundation made by 'focus' is like what Wu Hao said, very good, but it has no soul and no aura. The lines brought by the 'twist' technique are like flowing water. In the same way as the dry fields, the soul is filled into this originally mediocre painting.

On the premise of not changing the structure of the entire painting, the 40-year-old Mishima in the sketch came to life.

All Gaofan did was to plump up his cheeks, draw his expression in his eyes, and add some lines to his forehead, so that the whole sketch had a sharpness that was about to break through the drawing paper. , with unruly eyes and unrestrained temperament, when he first took power, the whole country was applauded by him.

"Like me." Sanzhuxiong paced behind Gaofan, looking at the portrait on the drawing board, showing a sense of admiration, Dongying has the spirit of craftsmanship, and feels that doing a simple thing well can be called the industry According to Mizhuo's understanding, the painter in front of him can be called the **** in the painting.

"Mr. Sanzhu, don't stand behind me... Hey, yes, take three steps back, okay, now pay attention to your head." Gao Fan said.

Mishima looked up in surprise.

He saw a huge spider hanging in the air above his head.

The spider was the size of a washbasin, the black hair on its eight claws was as hard as steel needles, and the pure green spider eyes seemed to be able to understand human nature.

hiss!

The spider spewed cobwebs like Spider-Man, and the cobwebs were also bright green. Gao Fan could imagine that it should be poisonous, the kind of poison that erodes bone marrow.

At this speed, let alone Sanzhuxiong couldn't react, even a strong and responsive young man couldn't react. Gao Fan was expecting a murder scene like watermelon poured with sulfuric acid, but a miraculous scene happened. , The green spider web suddenly fell, and fell on the shadow of Sanzhuxiong on the ground, corroding the floor, and in the sound of 'Zila La', the floor became riddled with holes.

boom!

Bullets sounded.

The sniper who had been hiding nearby opened fire, and the bullet pierced the spider's chubby belly, volatilizing green thick liquid, and the spider began to escape, but then a few more shots were fired, and the spider's head was shattered.

Even so, the spider still didn't die with the strong vitality of its minions, but began to frantically spray spider silk from its tail, and even reached the sniper's hideout at the farthest point, or, in other words, just for revenge.

"Ahhhh!"

The surface of the wall was corroded by the green cobweb, and the sniper hiding in the wall was covered with highly poisonous cobwebs, causing him to scream frantically. The right hand that was blocked went straight through the bone, as if it was casting flesh from him, so he screamed and flung large chunks of flesh from his right arm...

puff!

Ikeda ran to the sniper's side in small steps, holding the Dongying knife. With a flash of light, the sniper's right arm had been chopped off. bottle.

The sniper's arm that fell to the ground was still corroded and still sizzling, and finally turned into a pool of thick water, and the spider was spraying its own stored poisonous threads, destroying half of the main house. After they all became like ruins of war, they disappeared.

That's right, the spider disappeared.

Extremely mysterious disappeared into the air.

Like it never happened.

At this moment, Sanzhuxiong and Ikeda both turned their attention to Gao Fan.

There was thought in Mishima's eyes.

There was anger in Ikeda's eyes.

Especially when Gao Fan said, "Oh, Mr. Sanzhu, your sin is really serious enough. It's very dangerous to draw pictures for you. I think you need to be paid more".

"Today, let's go here." With the help of Ikeda, Mishima slowly got up and left the main house.

Gao Fan held his own drawing board and looked at the characters on the painting.

With the sharpness of the 'twisted' technique that goes straight to the depths of the soul.

is a masterpiece.

"Why is it a spider again...?" Gao Fan pondered, "Is the curse of the gods also regular?"

Govan returned to the studio.

Seeing that Wu Haoxue is still grinding eternal barnacles, a small barnacle can be held in the palm of his hand, but Wu Haoxue is very laborious to grind, of course, because Gao Fan only gave him a small file. Fan's idea is to work slowly and work hard.

"Did STK teach you the knowledge of great existence?" Gao Fan asked.

"I have taught some, but not much." Wu Haoxue replied.

"What would be a great being in the form of a spider with minions?" Gao Fan asked.

"Spiders are a relatively accepted biological form for humans. Many great beings will set their minions to look like spiders. The highest possibility is the superior existence ~www.readwn.com~Wu Hao Theory.

"The superiors exist..." Gao Fan knew that Wu Haoxue would not provide a list, which was taboo.

The name of the great existence and the devil book of the great existence are equivalent in a certain sense. Knowing the name is equivalent to looking at him. If he does not look back at you, everything will be fine, but in case he is idle and has nothing to look at you. Well, with a 'bang', pollution **** open the door for pollution, pollution has arrived home.

"How much powder has been ground?" Gao Fan asked Wu Haoxue's work status.

"One third." Wu Haoxue said with a sigh and raised the small file in his hand.

"Use this third first." Gao Fan said.

Then Gao Fan instructed Wu Haoxue to mix these powders into the pigments, combine the immortal dyes with ordinary pigments, and use his fingers while chanting spells as usual. This process can't be said to be a fixed process. When he did it this way, he thought that the silver key might feel familiar and thus lowered the mystery.

"Okay, you can draw next." Gao Fan put the brushes, paints, and the sketch of Mizhuxiong when he was 40 years old in front of Wu Haoxue.