You Look Like You’re Drawing Me

Chapter 38: XXXVIII

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The people in the penguin group all slept very late. They called this "cultivating immortals." Anyway, they didn't know whether they succeeded or not. In the end, everyone felt like they were about to die of sudden death.

Today people are discussing the differences between the painting styles of different painters. Many masters in the group came out and expressed their opinions.

The monsters drawn by Ji Qiu are so beautiful, and they all have a kind of ethereal feeling.

The hair and clothes are all drawn very beautifully. There are so many characters in the comics, and none of them have the same face. Compared to some comics where all characters share the same face, I am deeply moved.

So Chinese animation is 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 among them? I think the boy in white clothes was very handsome. He used ink painting to create a kind of handsome boyish style.

I like when Ji Qiu uses ink to paint blood... Ah, I have been attracted to this painting method by Ji Qiu. It is the first time I feel how beautiful this hazy painting method is to paint blood. The red color looks like it is 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 candlelight was 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 next to it and gently slid it along her hand.

A stream of red blood dripped down the skin bit by bit, and the color was particularly bright under the candlelight.

Yuan Yuanyuan's face seemed inexplicably gloomy under the candlelight.

She pressed gently on the skin with one hand to make the blood flow more.

When the plate was shallowly covered with water, she reached back and picked up the bandage on the side to wrap the wound, watching the steadily burning candlelight next to her suddenly tremble.

The blood that was standing still in the plate began to fluctuate 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 ordinary.

The incandescent lamp above her head was on as usual. Yuan Yuanyuan rubbed her eyes and yawned, then stood up, pushed the chair back, and began to remove the two candles that were stuck to the table with wax.

This is actually her kitchen. The table just set up is her dining table, and the plates are microwave-safe plates.

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 shallow bottom of the plate.

… 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 a red bean is her monthly rent. Yuan Yuanyuan maintains the rate of making one 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 candles 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 supported 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 box from the dish rack, poured the blood into it, wrapped it several times with plastic wrap, and put it in the refrigerator.

If she were to ask 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 afraid of seeing 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 or something like that, 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 summon a Toad Bunta with a snap. She doesn’t even frown.

Yuan Yuanyuan threw the red beans into the bedside table. 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 saw one answer: "400cc, eight hundred yuan."

How much is 400cc

Yuan Yuanyuan wanted to search for this amount again, but suddenly she remembered another serious problem -

The blood from 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 of 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 the official Mengman. 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 over and over again, feeling quite 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 there were already signs of Tong Xin in the previous issues? In several scenes, she was standing behind Fanning with a gloomy expression.

So what should Fanning do

I don’t know... But I have a bold idea.

I have one too... I always feel that Yuan should go and save Fanning, because he helped several times before. I always feel that Yuan is the protagonist's big brother in the early stage.

In the early stage, the protagonist is sent to this place to upgrade. The mortality rate is high, so cheats are definitely needed. I think Yuan is the best cheat for the protagonist, especially at this time.

It's similar to the feeling of a life mentor. After all, Faning is not welcome in his own sect and no one can guide him, so he has to rely 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 phone aside, picked up a cup and wiped it vigorously.

"Hey, wipe it slower, you're almost wiping off 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 later, there is a place called Taohua Park.

A small park full of peach trees. I guess the peach trees are 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 a 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 Zi.

Yuan Yuanyuan looked at her hand. The cut she made today was a bit bigger and it hasn’t healed yet.

In fact, the monster's wounds healed 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 displayed.

She looked at the transparent glass of the window for a long time. Her face was reflected on the glass, but it looked a little distorted.

If 80 percent of the readers of a comic book share the same opinion, then the subsequent plot development will most likely be the same.

What 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 showed Faning being poisoned... then judging by the time, Faning should have been to Taohua Lane by now.

At least a day has passed now... maybe the person has died by now.

Yuan Yuanyuan was running very fast. She was like a gust of wind as she ran along the street.

Taohua Lane... Is it Taohua Park

When Yuan Yuanyuan stepped 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. She didn't know why she guessed it so accurately.

In the dark park, pink peach blossoms covered the ground. Looking up, I saw tiny petals falling from the branches.

A gust of wind blew, and pink peach petals fell on 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 items, which are still brightly colored.

It's already autumn.

She took a deep breath and walked slowly inside. The park was dark and there were no lights on anywhere, but she could see green fireflies floating nearby.

All the flowers planted nearby have now withered, and the only color left in the entire park is 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 distance.

The tree was covered with petals, 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 area... However, that is 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 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, eyes closed, sleeping quietly.

Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the face and felt 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 witchcraft she had seen before, loosened the bandage on her wrist a little, and pressed hard on the wrist that was almost healed.

A trickle of bright red liquid flowed out.

How do you pronounce the formula to dispel the illusion

She gently dipped her fingers into the liquid, whispered something, and carefully smeared the blood on the corners of her eyes with her fingertips.

The bloodstain became lighter and lighter, and finally turned into a hint of red that seemed to be floating in the water.

"As expected of a great monster that is said to be prettier than girls."

Yuan Yuanyuan paused.

A woman's gentle voice sounded from behind Yuan Yuanyuan. "The painting is so beautiful. I want you to draw it for me."

Yuan Yuanyuan gently put down her hand, feeling anxious.

Holy shit! What’s going on! The boss is here! The boss is here! The boss! Is! 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, senior, know the origin of that Ji Qiu?"

The woman's voice became softer and softer. "But Senior, why did you flee from the battlefield back then? Why didn't you hide the thing on your chest?"

Yuan Yuanyuan's eyes slightly looked towards her chest, where a red jade was quietly lying.

The female voice behind him said, "Haha... You have been lingering on until today, you are 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 random words like "Rabbit Lord" and "face-lover" 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 it 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 practicing all night, there were still some who had not slept.

I just copied it and used watercolor to almost achieve the style of Ji Qiu Xue.

Is it easy to draw

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 real, just like they were painted with real blood.

… Please stop making trouble.