Red Dust

"Only the art of explosion needs careful study..."

The red sand scorpion, who knew the secrets of the human body, tied the hands of the boy lying on the ground with Fei Liuhu's tail, then pulled up, stretched out his palms, and slapped his chest and neck a few times.

"Should you be able to hear us?"

"Um……"

The vague answer made the red sand scorpion nodded with satisfaction,

"Art is eternal beauty, art is explosion, which one do you think is correct?"

"Brother Scorpion, it's really a direct question, but does he understand?"

The boy who opened his eyes slightly, stared at the ferocious Fei Liuhu, and then looked at Deidara, who had a fierce face. After thinking for a while, he answered feebly.

"Art... is just a parody of reality..."

"Ha ha……"

Deidara, who heard the answer, couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Brother Scorpion, we have been arguing for so long, but we were actually despised by an idiot..."

"If you laugh again, I will keep you from laughing forever..."

Chisha Scorpion's voice became a little colder again, and the terrifying Fei Liuhu stared at the boy whose answer was very unsatisfactory.

"You mean, we are all wrong and only you are right?"

"I...don't know! Art is beautiful...but your art, I don't understand, maybe...that's how it is...whether it's eternity...or explosion...I don't think it's so beautiful... …”

"Death is imminent, I really dare to say, let me teach him a lesson..."

Deidara, who was denied the idea of ​​art, was a little embarrassed, and he was about to teach the guy who offended him a lesson.

"Okay, Deidara!"

The red sand scorpion who threw the figure on the ground carelessly said,

"When a person is about to die, his words are also good. In a daze, he speaks the truth..."

"Then... Big Brother Scorpion, do you agree with what he said?"

"No! But I want to see what his art is like! Boy, you think art is beautiful, what is beauty?"

"This world...I like it...and the people in it...life is beautiful..."

"I asked you what beauty is, not what you think is beautiful... Forget it..."

Arguing with someone who is dying is so boring.

Chapter 0291 Grace?

Deidara looked strangely at the companion who seemed to have some inexplicable interest.

"What is Brother Scorpion going to do to save him?"

The Red Sand Scorpion shook his head:

"Didn't he say that life is beautiful, I will give him a chance to prove himself..."

The hands were imprinted, and after giving the dying teenager a subliminal exercise, he took out a large syringe and injected a tube of medicine into his body.

After doing this, after checking that there was no fatal injury on his body, he kicked it back into the sand sea again.

"If you die, you are lucky. If you survive, give me your hard work and let me see if your dedication to art can create miracles..."

After speaking, the genius puppet master who no longer looked back turned and left,

"Go, Deidara..."

"This is the end?"

If it were another place, Deidara would have sacrificed this incompetent and shameless waste to the art of explosion.

"You don't mind the trouble, go back and kill him, and I won't stop you..."

"Forget it this time, don't disturb Big Brother Scorpion's interest. Next time Big Brother Scorpion doesn't stop me from enjoying the art of explosion..."

"what ever!"

Deidara, who was a little talkative, and the red sand scorpion, who was impatiently coping with it, walked away, and the sinkhole left by the dying boy who was sinking was gradually filled up by quicksand; Also all submerged, the story just now, as if it never happened.

When everything was over and the surroundings fell into darkness again, Daimaru suddenly noticed a warm aura coming from his body, hesitated for a moment, then opened his eyes and saw Yakumo of the saddle horse who was painting not far away, while he was lazy Leaning against the window sill as a model.

"Are you awake? It's really slow..."

"That memory just now..."

Daimaru smiled gratefully,

"Thank you……"

"It's nothing! Since you helped me solve Idu, I will also help you solve a small problem..."

"This is really a 'small problem'..."

Daimaru sighed, submerging his brain into a dangerous secret technique of controlling memory. It is too difficult to remove, but for Kurama Yakumo, it is indeed only a small problem.

"Help me remove that technique, why seal up that memory?"

"I always feel bad, full of despair, disgusting..."

Kurama Yakumo showed an expression of disgust,

"At that time, it was not suitable for you to know this..."

Once the huge spiritual power that has been hidden for many years is released, and such a strong negative atmosphere is released, maybe an uncontrolled monster will be born in the spiritual world of Daimaru, and then it will be troublesome.

"Maybe……"

Daimaru looked at his pale palm,

"It's really interesting that such a realistic spiritual world exists in a painting..."

"These are for you..."

"This thank you gift is too precious, I feel a little frightened..."

Daimaru asked with a smile,

"What happened to me who merged with the lost memory, I have figured it out, you...what are you here?"

"It's just a ray of spiritual projection, and it will disappear immediately, but..."

Kurama Yakumo smiled mysteriously,

"Maybe meet in another way soon..."

"Extremely looking forward to..."

"Then...bye bye!"

As he spoke, the studio remained the same, and the girl's figure disappeared.

……

In the eyes of Yemu and Qian's concern, Daimaru suddenly opened his eyes.

"you're awake?"

The two female ninjas breathed a sigh of relief. Although they had long known that the gift from Kurama Yakumo was unlikely to bring danger to Daimaru, the terrifying spiritual power that suddenly filled them still scared them into fear.

"Well, how many minutes have passed since I shot?"

"Less than 10 minutes!"

Ye Mu patted his chest and replied,

"From the beginning of the mutation, you closed your eyes, your body kept shaking, and you seemed to be greatly frightened..."

"Frightened?"

Daimaru grinned,

"probably!"

From the sudden surge of spiritual power, it can be known that it is absolutely impossible to recover a small piece of memory to grow so much. This level is probably a real near-death harvest.

The threat of death and the desperation brought about by physical pain are several times higher than the total amount of improvement that Daimaru has gained in the months since the beginning of his ability to absorb negative emotions.

“It was a really good experience!”

It turns out that there is such a story between myself, the Scorpion of the Red Sand and Deidara. The former self was also a member of the subconscious mind.

But are you a spy?

Daimaru asked himself, although he had received a little help from Chisha Scorpion, but without his horizontal intervention, he would not necessarily have died at that time. Chisha Scorpion's actions only increased his chances of surviving and waiting for rescue.

He has never helped the Red Sand Scorpion to obtain information, and he has not lost the sense of Sand Shinobi in his actions.Daimaru never felt that he was a subordinate of the Red Sand Scorpion, and naturally he was not a spy.

It was too late to do bad things and fell too deep. With the help of Kurama Yakumo, the hidden danger was lifted, and Daimaru couldn't help but feel fortunate.

Is this kindness?Probably, but Daimaru is not a good person, and he has no interest in the so-called tragic experience of the scorpion of red sand.

If you are too busy with your own affairs, how can you have time to sigh with emotion for other people's stories?Daimaru is interested in the knowledge and puppet of the Red Sand Scorpion, but has no good feelings for him.

Not long ago, I was thinking about getting in touch with the red sand scorpion, but it turned out to be a relationship.

"When the time comes to meet, we should shout: "Evil demons are heretics, everyone will get them and kill them."Which is better? 』

"Damaru, did something good happen? Are you smiling so happily?"

Nighteye asked curiously.

"It's a bit of a gain, but..."

Daimaru replied,

"I laughed because I thought of something happy..."

"Really! It seems that you are very satisfied with Kurama Yakumo's first gift..."

Qian nodded and said,

"When you were investigating the first painting just now, your mental energy overflowed very strongly, and the second painting also changed a bit, but we didn't dare to intervene..."