Soul Painter

The picture scroll in front of Gao Fan was gradually filled with color.

The previous three colors, or four colors, took more than 10 days to close the three souls, and some took 20 days to paint.

That's because, whether it is 'Living Flame', 'Space Anchor', or 'Stone of Steins' and 'Sand of Sequence', to Gao Fan, they are all unknown great existences, and he has to learn from them. Mysterious, understand the spells offered to them, and gain their favor.

But the last color silver key is different.

All of Gao Fan's mysterious knowledge, including those from Moose Cat, from Living Flame, from Steinsite, etc., etc., all of which bear the imprint of silver cleavage. In real terms, Gao Fan has as high as 67 points at this moment. Mysticism, getting half of it is indeed related to the silver key.

The Silver Key helps Govan to understand the world.

Otherwise, Gao Fan would have been madly in the pollution of different great beings. .

So, it's not difficult.

Gao Fan just hesitated, how to express the mystery of the silver key, and hesitant for a while, whether to incorporate his soul model into this painting, after all, based on his understanding of silver cleavage. With the level of familiarity, it is no problem to draw a cat.

But if Gao Fan became the spiritual pillar of Dongying, what kind of experience would it be? Will he become a **** on earth? Will it be possible to use the spirit to change reality? Will all the Eastern Ying people see Gao Fan involuntarily in reverence and kneeling?

These are all unknowns.

So, how fun would that be~

As for the danger of investigators becoming the backbone, I think Silver Key will worry about it~

So those hesitations and hesitations were really only for a moment, and then Gaofan added his soul, in the color of the silver key, to this painting destined to be great.

'Painting pillars for Dongying, task completed: 4/4. ’

…

From late night to dawn.

From the rumble of explosions outside the window, to only the sparse sound of fighting and shouting.

The picture scroll in front of Gao Fan gradually filled up.

In addition to the four figures, there are more layers of pure white color that pervade everything in the background.

If an 80X60 oil painting can paint the entire 370,000 square kilometers of the country and the population of 126 million, then every inch of the canvas must be filled in, and it must be full enough. , in order to ensure the influence of this pillar, in this world, there is no near or far, and it will be reached wherever it goes.

It's almost done.

Originally scheduled for ten hours of creative time.

Because Gao Fan entered the 'cat-sucking state' again, it was greatly reduced.

After six hours, Gao Fan felt that he was almost done.

This is his fastest and most precise creation. The colors and brushstrokes on the canvas are all within his control. After 'distortion' passes 50, the expression is more perfect, and 'focus' may be It has exceeded 40, which allows Gao Fan to grasp every little detail.

at this time.

boom!

The roof collapsed.

Wu Haoxue fell in in embarrassment.

Gao Fan's entire attention is currently on the painting in front of him, the room collapsed in front of him, and his face remains unchanged.

Wu Haoxue said something to him.

Then climbed back again.

Gao Fan didn't hear it at all.

I didn't notice that there was one more person in the room.

It was not until the crying little girl came to him crying and crying that Gao Fan noticed that this troublesome little guy was still an acquaintance.

"It's Sha Ji." Gao Fan said casually as he painted the final color on the painting, "Why are you here? Where's your mother?"

Five-year-old Sha Ji is a kind-hearted person who once presented a rice ball to Gao Fan. She cares about the growth of the rebel army and worries about Dongying's great cause of resisting the devil.

"My mother hasn't come back yet...maybe she's already dead..." Sha Ji was at home alone, because her mother was working in a dance hall, so when the explosion and battle happened, it wasn't get off work time yet, and when Wu Hao learned to use Picasso's arrow, When he shot a bunch of minions, he found and retrieved her.

Speaking of which, Saji almost burst into tears.

But I just cried.

So there is no need to cry anymore.

And mom doesn't have to die.

If you die, you will die together with the nation and the civilization of Dongying, right?

Saji frowned in thought.

"It's a pity." Gao Fan said.

This kind of comfort is too insincere... Sha Ji stared at Gao Fan: "Brother! Aren't you a rebel! What are you doing?"

"I'm painting." Gao Fan was 99% focused on the painting in front of him, and the other 1% was chatting with the little girl.

"I see that your companions are all resisting the demons and fighting! The big brother with white hair just now, although his old hair is about to fall out, he is still fighting, how about you, at this time, you are painting What? You should go together to defend our civilization!" Sha Ji asked in a milky voice.

At this time, Gao Fan had already filled in the final color for the painting.

This is the last cherry blossom.

No snowflake in this world is the same.

In the canvas in front of Gao Fan, no two cherry blossoms are alike.

The ultimate beauty lies in extreme sophistication.

"Thank you." Gao Fan said softly to the black cat on his shoulder, "You helped me complete this miracle."

"You deserve it, my love..." Mysteriously disappeared on Gaofan's shoulders.

The painting is done.

Pillar, depicted successfully.

Gao Fan's attention returned to reality, and he heard the question from the little girl.

He thought for a while, and suddenly smiled, he squatted down and said to the little girl, "Because I am the civilization they are defending~"

Ah? The little girl doesn't understand.

At this time, Gao Fan reached out and grabbed it in midair.

Obviously indoors.

It's obviously not the season of cherry blossoms.

But Gao Fan caught a white cherry blossom in his palm. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Looking at the cherry blossoms, the little girl fell into doubt. She touched the cherry blossoms with her fingers, and suddenly felt a wonderful courage, which was transmitted from the petals. In the meantime, let her give birth to a great fighting consciousness and fighting desire.

All the pent-up anger, all the hatred of her own powerlessness, all the despair caused by the occupation of the living space and the right to live, all turned into the flames of resistance at this moment, burning in her still young body.

"I'm going to kill the minions!" The little girl grabbed a brick on the ground and was about to rush out.

"No, no, it's not time for you to fight yet." Gao Fan hugged her.

Then, the painter stood with the cat on his shoulders and held the little girl in his arms. In the early morning of this dawn, he walked out of the house that had been destroyed by the war and stood in the courtyard, facing the direction of the rising sun, watching this scene like falling snow Like falling cherry blossoms.

At that time, the falling cherry blossoms were like heavy snow, covering the entire Eastern Ying.

The magnitude of this 'snow' was the only thing Gao Fan could remember in his later life.