The people in the penguin group all sleep very late. They call this "cultivating immortals." Anyway, no one knows whether they succeeded or not, and in the end, everyone is so sleepy that they feel like they are about to die suddenly.
Today people are discussing the differences between different painters’ painting styles. The masters in the group are here to express their opinions.
[The monsters drawn by Ji Qiu are all so beautiful, and they all have a sense of floating. 】
[The hair and clothes are all very beautifully drawn. There are so many characters, but none of them have the same face. Compared to some comics where people only have the same face, I was deeply moved.]
[So Chinese comics are not necessarily bad, right? Look at the characters drawn by Ji Qiu using this ink-based painting method, they have their own unique aesthetic.]
[Who is the most beautiful one here? I think the boy in white clothes was quite handsome last time. He used ink painting to create a kind of boyish handsomeness.]
[I like when Ji Qiu uses ink to paint blood...ah, I have been attracted to this painting method by Ji Qiu. For the first time, I feel how beautiful this hazy painting method is to paint blood. The red color is just like floating in the water.]
…
In the dim room, there were two lit candles on the table, one on the left and one on the right, and the candles were burning very quietly.
Yuan Yuanyuan sat in front of the table, looking at a white porcelain plate as big as her face on the table. She picked up the small knife beside it and gently slid it along her hand.
A stream of red blood dripped down the skin, the color was particularly bright under the candlelight.
In the candlelight, Yuanyuan's round face seemed inexplicably gloomy.
She pressed lightly on the skin with one hand to encourage more blood flow.
When the bottom of the plate was shallowly covered, she reached back, picked up a bandage and wrapped it around the wound. She looked at the steadily burning candlelight beside her and suddenly shuddered.
The blood that had been stagnant in the plate began to ripple slowly, and a small vortex slowly formed in the middle, eventually leaving a small red bean at the bottom of the plate.
Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the red beans slowly taking shape, stood up from the table, and blew out the candles on both sides, first on the left and then on the right.
Then she got up and turned on the light.
…The pitch-black room suddenly became bright, and the atmosphere that just seemed like a cult ritual suddenly became normal.
The incandescent lamp above her head was on as usual. Yuan Yuanyuan rubbed her eyes and yawned, then stood up, pushed her chair back, and began to untie the two candles that were glued to the table with wax.
This is actually her kitchen. The table just set out is her dining table, and the plates are specially designed for microwave ovens.
Yuan Yuanyuan picked up a spoon, scooped out the small red bean in the center of the plate, rinsed it back and forth under the faucet, then picked up the plate full of blood and shook it back and forth.
The red liquid was slightly viscous and it swayed slightly in the plate without splashing out of the plate which had a shallow bottom.
…Every month, Yuan Yuanyuan has two major events related to blood. One is her aunt’s visit, and the other is making something that looks very similar to red beans.
This thing that looks very similar to red beans is her monthly rent. Yuan Yuanyuan maintains the rate of making one pill per month and pays it every three months.
Yuan Yuanyuan knew how to do this a long time ago, and it was the fastest magic trick she learned. The method is to use a plate and two waxes to condense the magic power in the blood into a small bead. It is said that this was a magic trick used by small monsters to offer sacrifices to big monsters in the past.
Yuan Yuanyuan could hardly remember what the monster who told her this method looked like, because that monster was as weak as she was. The two of them helped each other for a week, and then the weak monster died.
She looked at the blood in the plate, thought for a while, took out a plastic container from the dish rack, poured the blood into it, wrapped it with plastic wrap several times, and put it in the refrigerator.
If asked what the biggest change in Yuan Yuanyuan since she became a monster was, she could only say that she had become braver and was no longer frightened by the sight of too much blood.
Thinking back to when she was watching anime, the characters in the novels would often cut their hands with knives or draw magic circles, and she felt pain just watching them.
But now, she can proudly announce that she can, too.
…She can also draw a summoning circle on the ground, and then “pop” a □□ Wen Tai will appear. Her eyebrows are not wrinkled at all.
Yuan Yuanyuan threw the red beans into the bedside cabinet. Sitting on the bed, she continued to search the same question on Baidu, "How much does blood cost in the hospital?"
There were various prices below. Yuan Yuanyuan took a look and found one answer: "40,800 yuan."
How much is 40?
Yuan Yuanyuan wanted to search for this quantity again, but suddenly she remembered another serious problem -
The blood in the hospital... I can't take it away...
She lowered her eyes, thought for a moment, and closed the refrigerator door tightly.
…
"Yuanyuan." Sister Lizi asked Yuanyuan, "Why are you so sleepy? Do you need to take a nap?"
"Ah? It's okay." Yuan Yuanyuan said.
She rubbed her eyes and looked at the real-time voting on Mengman on her phone. The name of the man in black had now been changed to "Yuan".
The origin of this name was decided by Mengman officials. Originally, everyone had been calling him "The Man in Black", but one morning, they suddenly found that the name on the ballot had been changed from "The Man in Black" to "Yuan".
Yuan Yuanyuan opened Mengman again and again, feeling rather uneasy. She read the comments below, and the more she read, the more confused she became.
[What happened between Fanning and Tong Xin? I thought Tong Xin was a good person, why did she suddenly betray me?]
[It’s not really a betrayal… Didn’t you notice that Tong Xin had already shown signs of this in the previous issues? In several scenes, she was standing behind Fanning with a gloomy expression.]
【What should Fanning do? 】
[I don’t know…but I have a bold idea.]
[Me too... I always feel that Yuan should go and save Fanning, because he helped several times before. I always feel that Yuan is just like the protagonist's big leg in the early stage.]
[Sending the protagonist to this place to level up in the early stage, the mortality rate is high, so cheating is definitely needed. I think Yuan is the best cheat for the protagonist, especially at this time. ]
[It feels like a life mentor. After all, Fanning is not welcome in his own sect, and no one can guide him, so he relies on Yuan.]
Yuan Yuanyuan took a look at the comments below... 80% of them guessed that she would be the one to save the protagonist.
How could it be her?
Yuan Yuanyuan threw her cell phone aside and picked up a cup to wipe it vigorously.
"Hey, wipe it slower, you're almost wiping off all the flowers." Sister Li Zi said.
Yuan Yuanyuan paused, lowered her head, slowed down her movements, and continued wiping.
...Peach Blossom Lane.
There is no place called Taohua Lane nearby, but two stops away, there is a place called Taohua Park.
A small park full of peach trees, but the peach trees are probably not in bloom at this time.
Yuan Yuanyuan felt like there was grass growing in her heart. The more she tried to stop herself from thinking about those things, the more they popped up in her mind.
Endless, like wildfire.
"Hey? Yuanyuan, what's wrong with your hand?"
Yuan Yuanyuan was awakened by Sister Li Zi's voice, "I was bleeding..."
"Oh, I thought someone bullied you." said Sister Li.
Yuan Yuanyuan looked at her hand. The cut she made today was a little big and it hasn't healed yet.
In fact, the monster's wounds heal very quickly. She just bled too much today.
On the way home, Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the brightly lit pub behind her, turned around and walked on the street, and an idea inexplicably popped up in her mind.
——What will happen to the protagonist if no one saves him this time?
Is this a real world or just a comic book? If no one comes to save him, will the protagonist die immediately or will he be saved by Ji Qiu?
While thinking this, Yuan Yuanyuan walked to a display window where a pair of beautiful red high-heeled shoes were placed.
She stared at the transparent glass of the display case for a long time. Her face was reflected on the glass, but it looked a little distorted.
If 80% of the readers of a comic book have the same voice, then the subsequent plot development will most likely be the same.
What happens if...the play has already begun but the actors haven't arrived?
Yuan Yuanyuan stared at herself in the mirror for a long time, then suddenly turned around, looked at the dimly lit sky, and ran towards Taohua Park, which was two stops away.
If the last issue depicted Fanning being poisoned... then judging by the time, Fanning should have been to Taohua Lane by now.
At least a day has passed now... maybe everyone is already cold by now.
Yuan Yuanyuan was running very fast. She was like a gust of wind on the empty street.
Taohua Lane...Is it Taohua Park?
When Yuan Yuanyuan walked into Taohua Park, she suddenly felt warm all over.
This off-season situation immediately aroused all of Yuan Yuanyuan's nerves.
Her heart skipped a beat and she thought, as expected...that Peach Blossom Lane is Peach Blossom Park. I don't know why she guessed it so accurately.
In the dark park, pink peach blossoms covered the ground. Looking up, tiny petals were falling from the branches.
A breeze blew, and pink peach petals fell all over Yuan Yuanyuan's shoulders. She took a slight breath and smelled the fragrance of peach blossoms.
There are many modern facilities in the park, but now, they all seem dead silent and covered with a layer of dust.
There are only some antique-style items that are still brightly colored.
It's already autumn.
She took a deep breath and walked slowly inside. It was dark in the park and there were no lights on anywhere, but she could see green fluorescents floating nearby.
All the flowers planted nearby have now withered, and the only color left in the entire park is the peach blossoms.
After passing a small fountain in front of the park, they arrived at a pavilion. Yuan Yuanyuan saw a peach tree next to the pavilion from a long distance away.
The tree had petals all over the ground, and the flowers were blooming exceptionally lushly. The huge tree was next to the pavilion, almost covering the entire pavilion.
This tree is the tallest in the surrounding area...but that's not the case in Yuan Yuanyuan's memory. She remembers that there was a willow tree planted next to the pavilion.
Everything seemed like a dream, but Yuan Yuanyuan knew it was just a dream...
A week ago, she knew nothing, but now she knows that this is an illusion, and a very large one at that.
If there is an illusion, there must be a way to dispel it.
Yuan Yuanyuan transformed herself and walked towards there carefully. As soon as she stuck her head out, she saw a person lying in the pavilion.
It was a girl, with a rosy face and eyes closed, sleeping peacefully.
Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the face and felt it was a little unfamiliar, but she was familiar with the clothes... they were the clothes of the protagonist's sect.
You can't go up like this... This thing looks like a trap. Anyone who goes up there will be a fool.
She looked around, recalling the magic she had seen before, loosened the bandage on her wrist a little, and pressed hard on her wrist that was almost healed.
A stream of bright red liquid flowed out.
How do you pronounce the formula for dispelling illusions?
She lightly dipped her fingers into the liquid, whispered something, and carefully applied the blood to the corners of her eyes with her fingertips.
The bloodstain became lighter and lighter, and finally turned into a red that seemed to float in the water.
"As expected of a great monster that is said to be prettier than girls."
…
Yuan Yuanyuan's movements paused.
A woman's gentle voice came from behind Yuan Yuanyuan. "The painting is so beautiful. I want you to paint for me."
Yuan Yuanyuan gently put down her hand, her heart weighing on her.
Holy shit! What’s going on! The boss is here! The boss is here! The boss! Right! Right! Here!
I quit! I'm going to run away! You don't play by the rules! How the hell can I beat you?
"I have also seen that picture book. The paintings are really beautiful. I wonder if you know the origin of that Ji Qiu?"
The woman's voice became softer and softer. "But, Senior, why did you run away from the battlefield back then... Why didn't you hide the things in front of your chest?"
Yuan Yuanyuan's eyes slightly looked towards her chest, where a red jade was quietly lying.
The female voice behind him said, "Hehe... You have been dying until today, which is worse than a woman. I want to give you a nickname. How about calling you... Yuan'er Niang? What do you think?"
Yuan Yuanyuan turned her head and took a look. The woman was wearing a beautiful pink dress and had her hair tied up in a classical style with a peach blossom in her hair.
Is this an... insulting title?
All sorts of messy things like "Mr. Rabbit" and "mistress" flashed through Yuan Yuanyuan's mind.
You are indeed cultured people... you curse people so nicely...
She didn't understand nine out of ten sentences the man just said, but she felt that he still contained a lot of information.
She picked up the small knife from her sleeve and quickly placed it on a peach branch that was coming towards her.
In the early morning, among the penguins that had been resting all night, there were still some who were still awake.
[I just copied it and used watercolor to almost achieve the same style as Ji Qiuxue.]
【Is it a good painting? 】
[It’s not easy to draw… My eyes are going to go blind because Ji Qiu drew the blood too finely.]
[Why not try it with real blood? I always feel that Ji Qiu's paintings are very realistic, just like they were painted with real blood.]
[…Stop making trouble, okay?]