Let Go of That Blackened Heroine

Yato frowned and said.

"Unexpectedly, this little brother also has a deep understanding of art." The old man said happily. "Maybe explain a thing or two to the old man?"

"It's too much trouble to talk about it, so I'll show you modern painting skills!"

The old man also opened his eyes wide, and immediately became interested.

"I have a pen and ink here, what do you need?"

"I don't like those things very much, but I always have drawing tools with me."

"Unexpectedly, you are also an artist!"

The old man leaned over and saw Yato drawing on the paper.

Yato's speed is very fast.

Not long after, a girl appeared on the paper.

It's just that what he draws is a modern manga style, to be precise, it's a book.

"Brother Yedou, your painting looks very good, but can that girl not wear so little clothes?" Lan reminded from the side.

"No, this is a book of idiot girls, how can you wear a lot of it. But since it is Lan's request, so be it."

Yato continued to draw again.

"Although this seems to have become normal, it seems to be even weirder, how to turn into an animal inexplicably, but with human characteristics."

Lan looked at the painting, not knowing how to evaluate it.

"This is anthropomorphism. Combining human and animal characteristics."

"This seems to have something in common with my work." The old man smiled wretchedly. "Unexpectedly, brother, you are also a painter. You are a god, right? Could it be that you are the god of painting? If so, I'm sorry, but you may become my enemy."

"I'm not a painting god, I'm just an ordinary drawing book maker. But I'm a home delivery god who can do everything, just call my phone and go directly to your home." Yato said, handing Out of the handwritten business card.

"Really? Are all the gods so convenient now?"

The old man asked a little puzzled.

"In our era, no matter how much we prayed to God, it didn't work. In the end, we still had to rely on the pen in our hand to eat."

"Old man, what's your name?" Yato asked, this kind of address may seem polite, but to Yato, it is a very kind name.

"Well, now, call me Iron Rod Shuahua. You understand!"

The old man said, with a wretched smile.

"My pseudonym is Ten Ye. Old man, you are really wretched when you smile, even more wretched than all the fat houses I have seen who come to buy books!"

"No, I'm just pursuing the true meaning of painting." The old man said seriously.

His expression is very serious.

If it weren't for his previous behavior, then he would have looked a bit superior.

It made Yato think of himself.

Sometimes, he is so handsome, but unfortunately he is always handsome for less than three seconds.

The old man has already picked up the picture scroll.

"Okay, this is my new work, and I have let you appreciate it. I have also seen the work of my brother, and I need to study it. However, I will present this new work first..."

"Wait, don't you want to live? And you didn't draw one at a time, you drew two at a time, are you really not afraid of death?" Lan stopped him.

"In order to pursue art, I don't care about life."

What the old man said was great.

"If what you offer is not a picture of spring, it will be great."

"No, that's not the reason."

Lan wanted to stop it, but when the old man said this, the person had disappeared like ink.

……

in the palace.

"The old man has a new painting to present."

The old man handed the painting to Hiyori.

Then, he reported again: "I have already met that Noragami, he is a very interesting person. He is testing the Xuye Palace recently, looking for news about the Xuye Palace."

"Everything can be told, it doesn't matter."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"What did Ran say?"

"As long as Yato wants to ask, he will naturally answer." The old man said helplessly. "It is very difficult for people to change their nature, not to mention, we are no longer ordinary people. We are obsessed souls."

"I didn't blame him, who he is, I understood from the beginning. I didn't remind him, that means those things can be done, if he is wrong, it is not his fault, but It was my fault as a leader for not reminding him in the first place."

"I'm just a little puzzled. He is so elegant. Really, is there even obsession? Can you see signs of obsession from him?"