Success comes from countless experiments and failures, I admit this, but I still can't accept the fact that Xingchuan uses others to conduct practical experiments.
I don’t want to think about you anymore, Xingchuan. I really want to join the war as soon as possible so that I can stay away from him. Then on the day when the war was won, Harry and I returned to Noah City, our home, to reunite with Lessius...
Lessius…
I looked at the ring on my hand and closed my eyes. What should I do? What to do with Lessius…
I really don't want to...
hurt him...
"Luo Bing, open your eyes." Suddenly, Jun's voice rang in my ears. I opened my eyes and was surprised to see that I was in the Grain Ruins again. My connection with the Grain Ruins seemed to be stronger than with the Grain Ruins. Another connection to the ruins.
Jun and everyone stood in front of me again.
"Today is Master Quentin." Jun said without knowing anything.
I looked at him confused, not understanding what he meant. And he had already pulled me in front of a drawing board with various paints on the side.
Then I saw a white-haired old man walking out of the crowd with great dignity. At first glance, he was an old artist.
He walked up to me and said without a smile: "Thank you for your hard work." He only said these words, and then his hand passed through my hand, and then my hand was lifted up by him, as if my hand was not his own. Yes, I became a controlled puppet.
Next, I saw myself picking up the brush and swiping it on the white paper in front of me. The painting style was unrestrained, the artistic conception was freehand, and it was a bit... uh... abstract...
It can only be said that in different worlds and different time periods, the aesthetics and painting styles will be very different.
Chinese and Western art are already very different, not to mention that I straddle two worlds.
After the uncle finished the painting, everyone praised it. It is said that the painting is the origin of the soul. The advent of the end of the world and their transcendence of life and death have made these artists have a greater sublimation. This is a kind of sublimation of the soul and spiritual realm.
"Did you paint this?" I woke up to Cang Yu's voice, and a painting suddenly came into my eyes. It was the painting painted by Uncle Quentin!
I sat up suddenly, dumbfounded.
Cang Yu stood quietly in front of the painting: "This style of painting... belongs to Quentin McGee..." He raised his hand as if with nostalgia and gently touched the lower right corner of the painting board, "It's Master Quentin..."
I immediately went to the painting. There were messy paints next to the drawing board. I looked at the lower right corner. Sure enough, it was the signature of Master Quentin last night.
"How could this happen?" I stupidly stood up straight and looked at my hands. Sure enough, there was still some paint on them. My braids were messy on the back of my head, and my messy hair fell down my shoulders. "Where did the drawing board come from? And these paints!"
"Luo Bing, calm down." Cangyu turned to look at me with a smile, reached out to tuck the messy hair on my face behind my ears, and reached out to touch my shoulders, "Take a deep breath and think slowly."
I took a deep breath and let it out. I immediately turned around and looked at the ghost flower beside the bed: "Is it the blue crystal energy that strengthens the connection between me and them?"
"Well, that's very possible." Cangyu let go of my shoulder, walked to my bedside, and bent down to look at the ghost flower, "The super spiritual connection of our Nova robot also relies on blue crystal energy. He stood up straight and turned to look at me, "You asked the robot to bring the drawing board and paint at midnight last night. It seems that it was not you, but Master Quentin."
"It should be." I scratched my head, "I was in the dream, and he used my hands to draw. They said... they wanted to leave a legacy."
Cangyu nodded, then looked around: "It seems that this place will be transformed into a studio."
"Studio?" I immediately looked at my hands again, so from now on, this is how I will help them leave their legacy
"Thank you, Luo Bing." Cangyu said suddenly. I looked at him and he looked at me gently, "It seems you have a new mission." His eyes fell on Master Quentin's legacy for a long time...
The assessment in Silver Moon City has finally arrived, and every training room is fully booked. In the following days, each instructor will have to face dozens of students every day to classify, evaluate and evaluate their abilities. Assessment.
Herrey and I walked outside these training rooms. Every student inside was extremely serious. I saw people who could control gravity far better than Shiya. I also saw people with abilities who could control the weather and create tornadoes at their fingertips. .
If Xue Ji's ability is not just to control a blizzard in a blizzard, but to control a blizzard, then her ability will have a breakthrough and qualitative leap.
All the ability users looked so strong that it was hard to choose. As expected, he was the strongest esper that Silver Moon City had found from the entire world.
"When you choose someone, you also need to look at their character." Suddenly, Xingchuan walked up to me and said expressionlessly, "If I scared you, I want to say sorry." language.
Herrey glanced at him and stood directly between me and him: "Please don't say anything irrelevant."
"Hmph..." Xingchuan smiled lightly and looked at Herrey, "We are in an alliance, and my pursuit of Luo Bing is between him and me and has nothing to do with you."
"Xingchuan, you are not pursuing, you are forcing!" He Lei said angrily, "Luo Bing has made it clear that he does not like you!"
"He will, at some point in the future." Xingchuan was extremely certain, he was always so confident.
"No, he will leave you, at some point in the future." He Lei chuckled.
Xingchuan narrowed his eyes and looked at him coldly, while He Lei looked up into the distance with a smile on his lips, showing his pride and maturity.
I ignored Xingchuan and continued walking forward. Xingchuan was about to come up, but He Lei stopped him: "I changed my mind. I decided to stay with you and keep an eye on you." He Lei looked at Xing Chuan deeply.
Xingchuan looked at him expressionlessly for a while, then gradually gave him a friendly smile: "Then you have to keep an eye on him."
"I will." He Lei crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes shining with determination and confidence in staring at Xingchuan.
With He Lei keeping an eye on Xingchuan, I felt much more comfortable in the following days.
During the day, I would observe everyone's assessment at the assessment site, and at night, I would sleep and draw pictures for the people at the Gu Chen ruins. Cangyu will come the next day and take away the paintings.
But every painter has a different personality. Uncle Quentin is a wild type. He looks like a fairy, but he paints like a madman, and the painting is finished in a swish.
And some are of the delicate type, he will spend a long time on a detail and it will take several days to paint.
I often stand at the end of Silver Moon City, looking at the crimson planet. I miss Harry. I don’t know what happened to him. Xingchuan cut off the contact between me and Harry, this domineering man.
I will also miss Noah City. Sister Pao must have seen her belly now.
It's time for the second sister's child to be born.