Soul Painter

When Gao Fan pointed out to Wu Haoxue that there was a vicious case around him, Wu Haoxue also saw what happened there.

Specifically described as:

The female white-collar worker took the sketch handed by Wu Haoxue, with a very shocked look on her expression. She obviously did not expect to receive such a level of work. She did not know how to paint, but she also knew how to appreciate beauty. She looked at Wu Haoxue and said Wu Haoxue was inexplicably unwilling after a string of praise, but he could only smile to express his gratitude...

At the same time, there happened to be a minion walking by the street. It was white all over, its head was curved, its mouth had fangs, and its fingers were in the shape of long white bones. An evil spirit born of jealousy and resentment.

But on the streets of Tokyo at the moment, it is a law enforcement officer, wearing a blue police uniform.

A C-level minion who is too powerful for ordinary people, but wears the uniform of a traffic policeman. This seems out of place in Tokyo, where demons are entrenched, but it is an experiment for a certain law that Dongying is about to implement.

White Prajna vigilantly glanced at Wu Haoxue, who was selling paintings on the street. When Wu Haoxue's eyes came into contact with her, he immediately avoided it. Although it was suspicious, it was the first reaction of most people in Eastern Ying when they faced their minions. , Bai Prajna did not doubt and walked away.

Her direction was a street intersection with a traffic light, and the target was the male white-collar worker who hurriedly passed the red light. This uncle in his forties was running fast with a briefcase, and he didn't even see the red light above his head.

Maybe he's going to be late for work, maybe it's too late to see an important client, and looking at his bald head, he must be an old screw who has been squeezed by the industrial society for a lifetime, but no one will ever know why he ran a red light.

puff!

Bai Prajna used its pale claws to penetrate the uncle's chest, and the sharp, slender, knuckle-like claws protruded from the uncle's back. .

The uncle was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his wounded chest in amazement, and then looked at the minion in front of him, who was a head taller than him because of his demonization, and muttered and asked, "Why, why..."

"You ran a red light." Bai Banruo threw the uncle on the ground.

The uncle lay on the ground like a smashed bottle of beer, blood gushing out from the huge wound between his mouth and chest.

Blood covered the zebra crossing, and pedestrians began to avoid the blood. The sudden killing and law enforcement also frightened these ordinary humans, but when they saw that the law enforcer was a minion, they suppressed the exclamation in their mouths and quickened their pace. Bypass this inexplicable brutal killing.

It seemed that the man was not killed for running a red light, but was being stopped by the police for questioning.

When the pedestrians passed by the murder scene, they just lowered their heads and walked quickly, and their expressions didn't even change, but they paid more attention to the traffic lights above their heads, and their eyes almost bleed to pay attention to its upcoming color change, not daring to take a step beyond the thunderous pool.

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this scene.

Wu Haoxue saw him.

He couldn't stop it, and he couldn't stop it.

In Tokyo at the moment, the minions are the law enforcement officers, and the investigators are the rats crossing the street.

That's abominable!

Therefore, when Gao Fan gestured to Wu Haoxue, indicating that Wu Haoxue 'painted it'.

Wu Haoxue understood immediately.

He immediately turned to a new page on the drawing board.

Begin to use the technique of "Gao Fan's Concentration and Distortion: Van Gogh" to describe this white prajna.

After sharing with Gao Fan the experience of making a portrait of Sanzhuxiong, Wu Haoxue has already understood the mysteries that Gao Fan's writings will lead to misfortune.

Gao Fan called it the 'curse of the gods', but Wu Haoxue didn't think it was a curse.

If you use a paintbrush to draw life and death.

It was clearly a weapon.

How can it be a curse?

Even with such a curse, it will make people suffer misfortune, but he was almost made into a doll by the emperor, and his companions have already sacrificed, and only after he survived, Wu Haoxue's definition of 'unfortunate' has become 'when his companions are killed. Powerless waste self'.

As long as this kind of 'misfortune' can be broken, Wu Haoxue is willing to give everything, even if he becomes a minion.

So, when Gao Fan sighed and said, Xiao Wu, you seem to have become my minion.

Wu is eager to learn, but replied with a smile, the apprentice should have been the teacher's eagle dog and minion.

Now, Wu Haoxue has the skills of "Gao Fan's Concentration and Distortion: Van Gogh, Picasso, Dali", and Gao Fan's enlightening teaching has made him well aware of the styles of these three masters.

In fact, Gao Fan also taught Wu Haoxue the skills of other masters, but it may be that Gao Fan did not study those masters thoroughly enough, or maybe Wu Haoxue accepted it step by step, so now Wu Haoxue has only mastered these three kinds.

Now, with full of anger, Wu Hao learned only a few strokes, and the prajna he drew on the drawing board was already lifelike, and the fierceness of it was depicted as if it was about to burst out of paper.

Now, you need to complete the coloring, complete the painting completely, and see what happens to this white prajna.

So Wu Haoxue took out oil pastels and crayons, and under his brush, painted a white prajna composed of a large number of color blocks and color bars.

When it is inconvenient to use pigments and watercolors, painters often choose crayons for painting creation. Many masters have left a large number of crayon works, such as Munch's "The Scream", Lautrec's "Van Gogh Portrait", oil pastels are 20th century The invention of this kind of thing like a large carbon pen has created a niche genre called oil pastel.

Wu Haoxue doesn't like oil pastels very much. He feels that this object will limit the fluency and inspiration of his writing, but it is very convenient to draw sketch-style color powder paintings.

His eyes chased Bai Prajna who was still patrolling this street.

Although it is a technique taught by opening his head, after all, this is the first time to practice. Wu Haoxue's mastery of the technique of 'Gao Fan's Concentration and Distortion: Van Gogh' is still not proficient enough, and it takes more than half an hour to complete this painting. Pastel painting.

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Bai Prajna waved his hand to signal a car to stop on the side of the road.

The car stopped obediently, and before Bai Prajna approached, he rolled down the window and respectfully handed out the driver's license with both hands.

"Why did you whistle at the zebra crossing just now?" Bai Prajna said.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry! I'm just a little anxious!" The man driving the car immediately sweated on his forehead. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"There were old people and children on the zebra crossing just now. You seriously disturbed the traffic order. Now..." Bai Prajna used his long phalanx claws to pierce the man's throat violently, "You have to accept the punishment."

The man driving the car was pinned to the seat. His stunned eyes and the blood gushing out of his mouth seemed to be telling a huge grievance, but there was nothing he could do.

Bai Prajna withdrew his finger and licked the blood on it with satisfaction.

Suddenly, it heard someone screaming beside it.

Noisy inferior creature... it thought, but the cry seemed to say words like 'behind', 'horrible', 'burning', and it felt the surging heat behind it, it was... it turned and just Saw a flame monster that was a head taller than it.

"You...?!" It was horrified, but was immediately grabbed by the flame monster's throat, grabbed it directly with great strength, and the orange flame of more than a thousand degrees spread, instantly igniting it into a bright torch.