Pollissa, Angel has never heard of this name, but since Jingji specially proposed it, she must be at least a wizard-level almighty.
Angel took out a portrait from the wooden basket, and slowly opened it under Jing Ji's gesture.
In the portrait is a short man, wearing a strange metal armor, standing in the air with an indifferent face. The background is a city full of mechanical fantasy elements.
"This is the Guardian No. 37 of the Mechanical Port of the Majestic Plane, the patina guard." Jing Ji said: "The cold type, unfortunately, it is only a half-soul golem."
Angel continued to open the next portrait, still a handsome man, Jing Ji said with a maddened face: "This is the scepter of the Hurricane Tower, the voice is nice, and the looks are good-looking, but it's a pity that I like men. "
The next picture is still a man, Jing Ji continued to comment: "The platinum executive of the sparse and dense plane, unfortunately, it is already famous."
Angel didn't expect anything from the next picture at all, and continued to open it with an indifferent expression.
A red man.
Jing Ji: "This is Bogula from Sky Machine City, but unfortunately he's a pervert."
Still a red man.
Jing Ji: "This is Xiuyisi from Guman Kingdom, tsk tsk, he looks quite handsome, but unfortunately his temper is too short-tempered."
Hughes? Angel carefully looked at the man in the portrait, the red against the wind was in strong contrast with the fluttering black and gold cloak.
"Have you heard of Xius?" Jing Ji wondered.
Angel nodded: "I've seen him before. It seems that he came to my hometown for a wanted order... Old Land 6."
"Wanted order? It is estimated that it is to catch the bloody shadow thorn. That little girl stole the national treasure of Gumanguo - the bloody kingship. It was quite a lot of trouble some time ago." Jing Ji said casually.
Angel has no impression of Xiuyisi, but Moruo once said that this person is famous for his irritability in the Southern Regions. It's almost the same as Jing Ji's review.
Continuing to the next picture, Angel didn't even want to look at it, but Jing Ji was urging him, so he could only flip back perfunctorily.
"This is Mudiko, the king of the night, but unfortunately his character is too dark."
"This is the law enforcer of the extremist sect Far East Conquest, but unfortunately he is dead now."
"This is what Gandalf the Light Walker looked like when he was young. It's a pity that he didn't take good care of it, and he is old now."
The pictures are all handsome men, but no matter how good they are, Jing Ji has a "but" for everyone.
Angel even showed a portrait of Sanders in it. Although Jing Ji had a shy face, she still said one thing: "Saunders does fit all the fantasies in my heart, but it's a pity that he is too indifferent."
After reading all the portraits, Jing Ji concluded: "Although these people have more or less shortcomings, these shortcomings also make them. For example, although Bogula is very perverted, if he is not perverted, he looks ordinary. Mudico is sullen, but he also has a melancholy beauty."
After Jingji summed it up, she said to Angel with a smile: "How about it, can you integrate all these people into the illusion?"
Angel's face was full of misery. These people are all big men who have lived for thousands of years. If he wants to use the fantasy ** Jing Ji's lust, if he is discovered by himself, he will be miserable.
Angel can't wait to beat his chest and cry at this moment. He is really tired of living to ask such silly things as "can we use real people".
"Sir, if there are too many people, there will be aesthetic fatigue. Otherwise, let's build a mentor. I am familiar with the image of the mentor, so it should be more realistic. The others are seen from the portrait. Talent is the truth. Haha." Angel doesn't care about "selling a teacher for glory" now. With Angel's understanding, Sanders probably sneered when he knew about it, while for others, he completely ignored it. It's impossible to guess.
"Aesthetic fatigue? What the hell is that? What my mother wants is the feeling that the phantom of the banquet gives me, of course, it is better to be surrounded by beautiful people, and the stars are all over the moon!" Jing Ji's face became impatient: "That's it. It's fixed, you have put all these people into the illusion for the old lady, if it is not real, do it again until I am satisfied!"
"But I've only seen their portraits, and they can't express anything..." Angel said bitterly.
"Are you questioning Pollissa's painting skills?" Jing Ji raised her eyebrows.
Angel doesn't know who Pollissa is, but he can't admit this kind of thing, so he quickly shook his head.
Jing Ji suddenly paused at this moment: "That's right, Pollissa is still studying oil painting at the Mortal School. She has been taking exams for ten years without graduating. It's normal that she didn't grasp the essence."
In his sleeve, Angel's fists clenched violently: He thought Jing Ji was just a nympho, but he didn't expect her personality to be so bad! He wants to cry!
Although he was aggrieved in his heart, Angel still had an expectant expression on the surface: "Is that so..." Can we not draw these big figures
Jing Ji thought for a moment: "Hey, then I'll be a little more relaxed when I test, and allow you to reset the character. Reality is a must. It's better to be like that floating island, which can evoke more emotions in me. Also Yes, the texture must be the same as the journey to the sky, otherwise I will reject it."
Angel silently wept in his heart. After all, you still have to build it all.
"That's it, you can send it to me when you're done." After Jing Ji said this, she began to order the eviction.
Jing Ji's attitude of not being able to refuse, Angel didn't dare to criticize at all, he could only comfort himself, just think of it as practicing illusion. Mao use ah!
Angel took the wooden basket full of portraits, and was sent out by Jing Ji with a sad face.
Fortunately, Jing Ji was deliberate and sent him directly to the world in the mirror, eliminating the cost of riding the teleportation array...
The above is the shock that Angel received in this hour.
On the way home, Angel's expression was in a trance, and all that came to his mind were "sensuality" and "texture". Can these two be balanced
"Maybe we can ask for help from the omnipotent holographic tablet..." Angel thought weakly, but he still had no idea in his heart. There shouldn't be such a thing in Earth culture, right? However, Angel may not know that sensuality and texture are actually the difference between pornography and sex. In the literary circle of the earth, it has long been played to a new height by various bigwigs. A literati who is engaged in literature doesn't seem to be a literati if he doesn't write some big white chests. Even a work of a famous literary award in the world, if it is not for winning an award, is simply a ***** literati. Even so, a literary film made by the director , but also to play with the sensuality and texture to a realm, men and women do not hold the shape of gossip, there is no sense of beauty.
Angel sighed and went home.
The wall clock on the wall showed that it was ten o'clock in the morning, and there were still more than four hours before the airship took off. Angel planned to put aside the troubles Mirror Ji gave for the time being, and wait until he returned from the Twilight Deep Well before thinking about it. Anyway, Mirror Ji didn't give a time limit.
I was free today, so Angel decided not to eat dry food and went out to eat something.
Going out to eat meat, of course, Toby can't be missing. Angel came to the attic and was about to ask Toby to go out with him, but the attic was empty, there was no Toby, and the music box was gone.
Angel frowned, went to see the unknown partner again? When he left in the morning, he told Toby not to go out today, why did he leave again
It seems that it is imperative to have a heart-to-heart talk with Toby, at least he wants to confirm what the partner is.
Since Toby is not here, Angel can only go alone.
The place Angel went to was the Butterfly Bar. The honey-milk barbecue there was really delicious. Now that he has a lot of money, he doesn't care about that little bit of consumption.
After dinner, it was close to noon when Angel came home, but Toby still hadn't come back.
Angel sighed and came to the yard to meditate.
The breeze, accompanied by the fragrance of mistletoe, lingered by the side. Angel meditated for about an hour before he heard the familiar sound of beating in the mountains and forests in the distance.
Angel opened his eyes and looked towards the woods on the other side of the river.
I saw a light green figure cut through the sky, and gliding towards Angel's small yard very quickly.
It was only when Toby stopped on the mistletoe branch that Angel realized that its clothes had changed into a branch outfit that he had never seen before. The soft green branches are woven into dresses by skillful hands, and there are velvety tassels swaying on the grass blades.
Angel didn't question Toby's whereabouts, but urged: "Why did you come back so late? Hurry up and bring some clothes, we have to leave, or we will be late."
Toby was still a little uneasy at first. Hearing that there was no blame in Angel's words, he returned to his lively temper and quickly got into the attic to look for clothes to change.
A quarter of an hour later, Angel brought Toby to the Prome Alchemy Shop.
Because the reputation of the milk baron is too "prominent", in order not to be recognized, Angel tucked Toby into the lined chest bag. From the outside, only a small head was left, and he looked left and right curiously. Look.
"Angol, this way!" In the distance, Angel saw David waving to him.
Hearing David's shout, Prome also came out of the store and nodded to him with a smile.
"I'm sorry, I'm late." Angel showed a little apology to Promi, but the latter waved his hand indifferently.
Prome: "Let's go, it's too late."
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The port where the airship is located is in Windmill Town.
Angel didn't pay attention when he came before. There was a huge hole at the other end of Windmill Town, which was connected to the deep pit where the mirror was. The airship stopped right next to this void.
There is a cliff at one end of the hole. If the airship wants to go out, it will lift off vertically from the deep pit.
After more than half a year, Angelci left the underground world. Angel leaned against the railing of the deck, blowing the wind and looking at the familiar plateau and the familiar crevice. They were here at the beginning, and jumped into the deep pit of the moat with Nice, and came into contact with the real wizarding world for the first time.
It was only a few months ago that Angel looked at the still barren Pamiji Plateau, and he had the illusion of a lifetime.