Angel sank lazily into the soft sofa, took a deep breath of the cold fragrance in the air, and then opened his pale golden eyes to look at Dodolo opposite.
"You just said you were looking for me?"
Dodolo nodded and said, "Yes, I saw a picture..."
Before Dodoro could finish speaking, Angel asked, "Another picture? About me?"
After getting Duoduo's affirmative answer, Angel frowned and muttered in a low voice, "Why, like Hua Que Que, you said you saw my picture."
Have I become a regular performance of the Baiyuan people, and the kind with real-time updates? Angel complained in his heart, and looked up at Dodolo, who looked puzzled: "It's okay, you continue to talk."
Dodolo was about to continue speaking, but Angel interrupted him again: "Wait, since you said it was a picture, it's better to show it directly."
"Appearance?" When Dodolo was puzzled, Angel popped out a nightmarish breath and flew towards Dodolo's eyebrows.
If it was other people, it is estimated that they would avoid it immediately, after all, the importance of the eyebrows is self-evident. But Dodolo didn't even blink his eyes, he didn't dodge or dodge, and let the aura of nightmare melt into his eyebrows.
As the nightmare breath entered the body, Dodolo only felt that his thinking seemed to be much clearer, and at the same time, the world in his eyes also changed.
The colors he saw were more vivid than ever. It was as if there was a cloud of breath shrouding his retinas, constantly making deep color corrections for his field of vision.
But apart from the color change, there is nothing special about it. When Dodolo was about to ask, he saw Angel stretched out his hand and waved lightly, and a glowing whiteboard appeared right in front of him.
This whiteboard is like a drawing board, which seems to be waiting for the artist to fill in the color.
Dodolo looked at the whiteboard and seemed to realize something.
"This is a little trick of illusion, you can call it an illusion drawing board. It is connected with your pupils and can be manipulated through the nightmare aura between your eyebrows, you just need to think in your mind, and..." Angel The painting stopped halfway through. Because a complete picture had already appeared on the whiteboard in front of Dodolo.
It is exactly what Dodoro described before, when Angel used this image to cross the bridge in the sky and walk to the Magic Island.
"Is that so?" Dodoro asked.
Angel: "...Yes."
Angel's expression was calm, but his heart was not so calm. Although this illusion drawing board is a little trick he came up with temporarily, and it is not difficult, it is a technique of projecting thoughts through nightmares; but it is not so easy to reproduce it perfectly.
From Angel's point of view, Dodolo would have to study for at least ten minutes before he could barely present a picture on the illusion drawing board.
But Dodoro showed up in an instant, which is enough to show that Dodoro's concentration is extraordinary and his thinking is very pure and clean. Because many people's thoughts are too complicated, the picture projected on the whiteboard will appear more or less cluttered. For example, some people want to draw a lotus root, but they end up drawing a greasy white arm. Described.
And Dodolo's ability to control and express color is very strong. If a painter wants to make a picture come alive, the color matching is very important. Although the illusion drawing board does not require various color palettes, in order to present reality, it is necessary to have a deep understanding of color.
Angel doesn't think that Dodoro will have time to learn painting during this period, that is to say, this is his... talent.
Angel took a deep look at Dodolo, and the Baiyuan people deserved to be the most favored race.
"Since you have mastered the operation, then you can continue to draw." Angel didn't explain anymore, and let Dodolo use his imagination.
Dodolo nodded, looked away from Angel, and looked at the whiteboard intently.
The picture presented on the whiteboard before was like being soaked by a heavy rain, and slowly melted away. However, the clean whiteboard did not last long, and new images slowly emerged.
This is an extremely tragic picture.
The earth is cracked, everything is withered, and countless dark ravines are interlaced, occupying most of the picture and extending to the end of the horizon.
The sky was blood red, like a deep sunset, but also like a blood mist ignited by fire. In the center of this scarlet sky, a huge one-eye is looking down at the world.
"This is the picture you saw?" Angel looked at Dodolo suspiciously.
Dodolo nodded.
"You said it was about me? But where am I?" Angel looked at the picture carefully, but found no trace of himself.
Dodolo: "There are no humans in the picture I saw. I don't know where the adults are, but I can be sure that this picture must be related to the adults."
Angel accepted this explanation, because there was no need for Dodolo to lie to him.
Since Dodoro said that this scene is related to himself, it must be related. It's just... Angel carefully observed every detail in the picture, but he still didn't see what the picture wanted to express, and he didn't know where the place in the picture was.
Angel: "Do you know where the location in the picture is?"
Dodoro shook his head.
"Are you in Fan Continent?"
Dodolo continued to shake his head, he just saw this picture and didn't know where this place was.
Angel: "Then... Will this picture be the same as the picture you just showed, and it doesn't actually make any sense?"
Dodolo thought for a while: "I think this is a meaningful picture."
Although Dodoro only "thought" and did not have any evidence to prove it; but Dodoro is a prophecy after all, and his "thinking" may often represent the truth.
This picture may really have some meaning that he doesn't understand yet.
Angel once again focused his attention on the screen, trying to find some clues: "Well... it looks a bit doomsday, is there a disaster? The source of the disaster is the eye in the sky? Or is this eye just a certain a symbolic meaning?"
Angel looked at it for a long time, but still got nothing.
The most important thing is that he does not understand the background of this picture, so it is difficult to speculate on the meaning of the painting.
"It's about me, it's about me... Shouldn't it, this background is actually... "The Wilderness of Dreams?" Angel whispered the name in his heart.
But soon, he denied it again. Although the ground in this picture is cracking, some beasts and plants can be seen. This is not the case of the Wilderness of Dreams, and Angel is naturally familiar with the Wilderness of Dreams. The background of this picture is completely unfamiliar to him.
In the end, Angel was still at a loss and had nothing to gain.
After thinking about it, he decided to ask other people later, such as Sanders, and some people who are familiar with geography.