God's Juvenile Form actually looked so fragile, which Bo Shuo didn't expect.
And the wounds on it look like they were formed over many years.
Was he being bullied?
As soon as this idea appeared in my mind, Bo Shuo made me laugh.
Did you encounter too many idiots recently, causing you to be infected?
You actually think about Yi Rong being bullied?
Who dares to bully a Deity.
As Bo Shuo approached, Yi Rong seemed unaware. He just stared at White Paper in front of him intently, adding a few strokes to it from time to time.
The things painted on White Paper are relatively messy, but you can see the painter's outstanding talent from these brushstrokes.
In the middle are portraits. Vivid characters are drawn on the paper, either static or moving. The charm inside can be depicted with just a few strokes.
Bo Shuo's eyes stayed on the face in the painting, feeling a subtle discomfort.
The people in the painting have no facial features, they are exactly the same as the Middle-aged Woman that Bo Shuo met when he first came in.
It can't be such a coincidence, there must be some connection.
"What are you drawing?"
Bo Shuo stood there and looked at him for two seconds. Seeing that Yi Rong had no intention of talking to him, he suddenly felt that such a stalemate was a waste of time.
But now that there were obviously no other clues, Bo Shuo decided to come forward and talk.
"What are you drawing?"
When Black Haired Youth came to Yi Rong's side, a shadow enveloped his entire thin figure, making him look particularly oppressive.
Yi Rong paused slightly with his fingers holding the paintbrush, and involuntarily raised his eyes slightly, then met Black Haired Youth's cool, cold purple eyes.
That touch of deep purple has no variegated colors, just like crystal clear jade, with a hint of coolness.
Yi Rong was stunned for a moment, with no expression on his face. He just stared at Bo Shuo quietly with his head raised, almost making Bo Shuo think that this child couldn't speak at all.
Bo Shuo is not impatient, just responsive. At least he is not a fool.
While comforting himself in this way, he patiently continued to repeat what he had just said, but this time it was a little softer.
"What are you drawing?"
Yi Rong looked at him quietly without answering. Compared to his true body, he had lost his divinity at this moment, and his appearance was childish. The color of his pupils was also pure black, looking like glass beads.
The jet-black ink hair stuck to the cold white face makes the skin even more pale and fragile, and also looks particularly gloomy and terrifying.
Commonly known as not half popular.
Just when Bo Shuo thought he wouldn't speak, he heard him spit out a few words.
"This is human."
It seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his words were a little hoarse. Each word was as light as the clouds floating in the sky.
At the same time, the system prompt sounded in Bo Shuo's mind.
(Emotion Points+99 from Yi Rong)
So low?
Bo Shuo stared at Emotion Points floating in the air for two seconds, and didn't know where to complain first.
Of course he knew that this was a human being. As long as his eyes were not blind, he should have known that the painting was of a human being. Bo Shuo What I wanted to ask just now was who was this painting.
It feels like one person.
Bo Shuo glanced down at the portrait again.
In the center of this drawing paper is a portrait of a child.
The child is wearing short-sleeved clothes that have been washed white, and his black hair hangs down on the back of his neck. Judging from the portrait alone, it is impossible to tell whether he is a man or a woman.
Although I don't know who he is, Bo Shuo instinctively feels that he should be very important.
Otherwise, Yi Rong would not have painted it again and again. Just for him alone, it accounts for three-thirds of the entire White Paper.
Also, did Yi Rong give so little to Emotion Points?
Could it be that this is really just a child?
Bo Shuo is a little suspicious.
How can any human child grow up like this? When Bo Shuo saw him for the first time, he almost defaulted to him as the gatekeeper boss of Exam Venue.
After all, according to Infinite Flow's routine, old people, women, and children should not be underestimated. Those who seem gentle and harmless often turn out to be Big Shot who cannot afford to offend him.
Yi Rong did not answer Bo Shuo's question, but said something unexpected by Bo Shuo.
"This is what people are."
His eyes were calm, but his tone was extremely determined.
Black Haired Youth sneered, seemingly overwhelmed by his slow reaction and lost his patience. He looked at him and said, "Is this a human? What happens next?"
"A person has two feet, two hands, a torso, and a head... A person has two eyes, a nose, a mouth, and two ears..."
Yi Rong seemed to be reciting Ming Chan, with a calm tone, but the words he spoke were a bit scary.
Those who knew, realized that he was talking about the composition of human beings, and those who didn't knew, thought he was referring to the menu.
Bo Shuo was in a subtle mood, and then he seemed to be amused, and raised his lips a little, "You said you drew people, so why do the people you draw have no eyes, nose, and mouth? Without these things, can it still be considered a human being?"
These words obviously touched Yi Rong. He pursed his lips and shook his head, "I will paint his facial features. He is human."