Gao Ling looked at the comic book she had sent out, and the data was surprisingly good. She picked up the teacup, took a sip of water, and looked at the sky outside.
Ever since she saw the red light all over the sky that day... Gao Ling felt a little panicked. She found that she could actually see some "strange" things, and these strange things included many things.
For example, some ghosts floating in the air... or some strange-looking humans. She didn't notice anything when she was walking on the street before, but after that night... when she came back, she saw strange things on those strange people on the street.
A boy with a pair of pointed ears on his head and wearing a sports suit passed by on the street; a woman wearing a gorgeous and eye-catching dress passed by on the street, with a big skirt and big bunches of flowers, but no one looked at her.
Gao Ling was now able to perfectly pretend that he did not see these things and walked on the street as if nothing had happened.
She looked at the comic on the screen, which looked like a very standard doujin comic... It depicted the scene where she was rescued by Yuan that day.
A hero saves a beautiful girl, monsters and humans. Just this opening alone can make people imagine countless things.
At that time, Yuan was not called Yuan, but the man in black. At that time, she could not see anything, and she did not need to draw three layers of curtains every night when she went to bed.
She looked at the comments below and saw a bunch of people shouting, "Wow! Madam, your drawing is so beautiful!", and a satisfied smile immediately appeared on her face.
Gao Ling drew the Yuan completely according to her memory... The Yuan in her memory was very similar to the Yuan in the comics, but there was also a little difference.
Does everyone have different feelings towards others? She looked at Yuan in the comic. This was the drawing she made based on her memory at the time... Perhaps it was because this was not a plot she imagined out of thin air, but a real thing. At that time, she saw every move of Yuan, so the Yuan she drew was particularly lively.
When he went over to save people, Gao Ling noticed his hands, a pair of very white hands with beautiful joints and neatly trimmed nails. She drew these hands in.
There were also things that left countless deep impressions on her that day, the voice of Yuan when he spoke, the look in his eyes when he stood face to face with the monster, his messy hair, and his face that was so delicate that it was completely different from that of humans.
Maybe it’s because Yuan was drawn too sexy in the first issue... So now countless people think this comic is a girlfriend comic.
How is it possible? Gao Ling thought to herself. According to the routine of ordinary comics, this is a real girlfriend comic. However, for her, this is a documentary comic, just like when the teacher asked students to draw the growth cycle of morning glory in elementary school...
The sex appeal is just a reproduction in memory, the appearance is also a reproduction in memory, and as for the girlfriend... I'm thinking too much.
It's exactly like what the real Yuan did. Yuan is so damn handsome. Please give me more!
Gao Ling looked at the comment and slowly put away the drawing board.
No more... She had originally drawn a short story, and there was only a little bit of content in her mind, so she had no intention of continuing, even though this looked like the beginning of a standard girlfriend comic.
Just a short story.
I can draw some casual fan comics of Honkai Impact 3rd in the future... Actually, it is quite easy to draw fan comics of Monster Records. There are many things that can be drawn, such as the man in white who still has no name, and Yuan, can they form countless CPs...
And the most beautiful female character that has appeared so far—Ranniang, who instantly killed all the female characters as soon as she appeared, and made the male protagonist's ambiguous objects look like scum. Countless male readers were heartbroken and questioned why Ji Qiu didn't let Faning take Ranniang into the harem, but killed her so early...
Ran Niang's appearance was the kind that would make any woman feel soft-hearted when she saw her. Gao Ling looked at her experience and inexplicably wanted to draw a better parallel world ending for her. Although Ji Qiu didn't draw much now, she could still imagine that Ran Niang must have died miserably back then.
OK, draw a white-clothed man x Yuan, and then draw a happy life of Ran Niang...
Gao Ling made the decision happily without considering the readers she had set up in the trap...
Yuan Yuanyuan was carefully choosing clothes in the room. She chose a pure black dress. In fact, at this time, she would not burn her father's windbreaker overnight like she did the first time. After all, she had many opportunities to show her face now, and she probably couldn't afford to burn it all the time. She was still very poor.
She was looking for clothes to wear on the night of the duel. When time unknowingly came to three days before the duel, she suddenly realized that she should prepare well.
In fact, after all, the most important thing has been prepared, and the rest is unimportant. She silently took out a black dress of unknown brand and compared it with her body. She thought this dress was good, so she picked up a pair of scissors and cut off the label on the dress.
When she was folding the clothes just now, she saw that the red cosplay costume she had made before was pushed down to the bottom. She seriously considered for ten seconds whether this outfit was okay, but in the end she didn't dare to be so extravagant.
For some reason, she always dared not wear red clothes, especially this pure bright red, which she had to wear when working. However, when Yuan Yuanyuan bought clothes for herself, she never dared to buy this color.
While she was preparing intensively at home, people outside were also preparing intensively, and some were even more nervous than she was...
Sanquan Mountain... That mountain is not very high, it is in the suburbs, and when that day comes, we should go there early to grab a good spot.
If you feel that you are weak, then don't go. After all, this is not a joke. Your life may be in danger if you are not careful.
The great monster of that era... I always heard about it in stories when I was a child, and now someone tells me that it really exists. Why do I always feel like I am meeting an ancient person
Me too... I always feel weird, like I'm communicating with a character in a book... even though I know he's alive.
"I took a look." There was also a person in Yuan Yuanyuan's family who was very enthusiastic. He took out his camera and a bunch of messy things, "The Sanquan Mountain is quite far from here. We have to set off early that day, or we can set up the tent a day in advance."
"Wait a minute... I won't go with you that day. I have something to do." Yuan Yuanyuan waved her hand.
"You won't go with me?" Jixiang Yu said in surprise, "I don't know the way, what if I accidentally die on the way?"
“… Then I’ll take you there, and then I’ll leave. That should be fine, right?” Yuan Yuanyuan said.
She looked at Jixiang Yu who was fiddling with the camera and said, "I didn't expect you to bring this... No, I've been wondering why you came all the way here just to watch a couple fight for a few hours. Is that interesting?"
"You don't understand." Jixiang Yu fiddled with his camera. "To me, everyone who participated in that war and died for the demon race is a hero. I want to see with my own eyes what people of that era were like."
He spoke in a very soothing voice with a strange rhythm, giving people the same feeling as he was a weirdo. "Born as a demon, fighting for the demon, dying for the demon, after death, engrave your name on the tombstone... This is the glory of the demon. Every demon of that era was a hero."
Yuan Yuanyuan rested her chin on her hand and suddenly asked, "Even if it's 17?"
"Even if it's 17." Jixiang Yu hung the camera around his neck, stood up and coughed twice, "Of course this is my personal opinion... Don't say that when you go out, you'll get beaten."
"Is Yiqi's name engraved on the tombstone?" Yuan Yuanyuan continued to ask.
"No, many people opposed to engraving him on the tomb. Even his name is rarely mentioned in history books. When my nephew was memorizing the Generals' Anthology since he was a child, Yiqi never appeared in it. The reason for his death is very complicated. I have studied it for so many years, but I still can't figure it out." Jixiang Yu said, "But I always felt that many people wanted him dead... He was obviously very loyal, I don't know why he ended up like that."
After hearing this, Yuan Yuanyuan also raised her head and looked at her dim little yellow light.
"The reason for a spy's death is simply because he was exposed, or because he knew too much..." She inexplicably said something that sounded very pretentious.
"A spy is no longer a spy once he is exposed." Jixiang Yu nodded. "My most reliable guess so far is that after Yiqi became famous in the war, he harmed the interests of many people. Because he was so famous at the time, he turned the tide with his own strength and was about to become the most dazzling figure in the war. Some people were afraid of affecting his power, so they took action."
“…Brother, your analysis was quite clear, why were you trying to hide it and saying you didn’t understand it?” Yuan Yuanyuan looked at Jixiang Yu, speechless.
"Then just think that I was talking in my sleep. I just want to live a few more years." Jixiang Yu waved his hand, coughing as he walked, and then walked into the guest room.
Early in the morning on the 15th, Yuan Yuanyuan brought a large bag of luggage, which contained food, picnic tablecloths, snacks, playing cards, tents, cameras, kites, etc.
Jixiang Yu was indeed a son of a wealthy family. He was quite wealthy. He bought the tents and cameras when he arrived at Yuan Yuanyuan's house. He also said that he would take nothing with him except the cameras when he left, so he left them to Yuan Yuanyuan.
Yuan Yuanyuan followed Jixiang Yu to find a hillside. When she was standing on the hill flying a kite, she suddenly felt that the painting style was a bit confusing.
It seems... one of the dueling parties tonight is her, right
She shook off the thoughts in her head and continued to fly the kite with Jixiang Yu.
In the evening, the evil spirit on this mountain became more and more serious. The blood-red sunset glowed all over the hillside. Yuan Yuanyuan put away the kite and turned to Jixiang Yu and said, "I should go now. I will be late for work soon."
"Go ahead, ahem, remember to pick me up tomorrow morning." Jixiang Yu said.
Yuan Yuanyuan walked down the hillside and when she looked back, she saw a big swallow kite floating in the sky.
She took out her small backpack, walked to the women's restroom at the foot of the mountain, and changed into black clothes.
When the moon rose to the highest point in the sky and a man dressed in black slowly walked towards the highest mountain, the Demon Record was updated.
—There was a girl in red, standing quietly under the plum tree, looking at the plum blossoms and laughing softly with her hands covering her mouth.
Ran Niang? Where are you going this time
I want to go to the demon master. The red-clothed girl covered her mouth and smiled, saying: This is my duty. I went there with the lives of tens of thousands of demons on my back.
Then you better be careful... Even though you are used to pretending to be a woman, don't let any young man take a fancy to you.
I can't. Ran Niang covered her mouth and smiled softly, her eyes red. He waved his sleeves lightly and disappeared under the plum tree.
…
The scene changed, and a man in black stood quietly under a plum tree, looking up at the moon above his head.
His movements were the same as Ran Niang's just now, only his face was different. His face was like a piece of white jade under the moonlight, and his facial features were as delicate as a beautiful woman.
Yet he is still a real man... and a man that readers are familiar with.
The contrast between time and space in comics is very interesting, giving people the illusion of traveling through time and space. This kind of painting is usually a hint from the artist...
…
All the readers who read this issue of comics were confused and had low IQs, and they all had expressions like those of senile dementia.
What's going on... Where am I? Who am I? What am I looking at
Wow, wow…
This, this is probably going to be crazy...
Yuan Yuanyuan on Sanquan Mountain looked at the plum tree in front of her.
Oh my, it's pretty amazing that plum blossoms can bloom on this day. It seems that the organizers have tried their best...