Wherever the figure flickers, there is always a trace of blood mist.
Yu Sheng is still shuttled in this chaotic Beast Tide battlefield. Perhaps for him, the only good news is that these guys have lost all their intelligence as they continue to be manic. They completely follow the instinct of killing in their hearts and devour all living creatures in front of them.
This also gives Yu Sheng more room to operate.
But in the same way, the weak eat the strong. When enough of them are devoured by Demon Beast, their bodies will begin to mutate and their aura will become more powerful.
"This is what I thought at the beginning. If I am the one who succeeds, then as Demon God, I don't need those ants. Only the surviving elites are qualified to be my subordinates."
"If I fail, these guys can at least cause some trouble to that hateful guy."
Obviously, at least this second plan was established.
Yu Sheng already had a few scars on his body, but he had already broken out of the battle circle and found a place where he could calm down. He took a deep breath and held on to Demon Crystal to continuously restore energy.
And Poison Bee stopped talking and seriously completed the identity of the chess piece indicated by the mission.
"Is there still...2000 meters..."
After about a few minutes, Yu Sheng's complexion returned to rosy, he stood up slowly, looked into the distance, and whispered softly.
The next second, he held Long Sword again and rushed towards another long line.
Move forward without any intention of retreating.
"Heh, no... it's just that."
Dawn.
After fighting off Beast Tide again, Zhao Zicheng's injuries were much more serious than in the night. He barely showed a smile and leaned against the wall weakly, with weakness written in his eyes.
Big White also had several wounds on his body. Blood was stained on his white hair, and he lay listlessly on the ground.
Lin Xiaoxiao's face was a little pale, but he was still applying ointment to Big White's wound carefully.
After experiencing two wars in a row, in such a tired mood, except for a guy like Zhao Zicheng who is tougher than life, no one has the energy to joke anymore.
Xu Yuanqing walked past them as if nothing had happened and glanced at them casually.
"One, two..."
He seemed to be muttering something in his mouth, and soon left lightly.
Shi Guang is sitting among Array, together with Chu Yu.
"Have you advanced?"
Chu Yu looked at Shi Guang, a little surprised.
"Hmm."
Shi Guang nodded slightly, his reaction was very calm.
"Come on!"
Chu Yu clenched his fists and cheered for Shi Guang with a smile. Even though she looks old now, she still looks very cute when she does this action.
"You have to smile, you look so cute when you smile!"
Seeing that Shi Guang still reacted indifferently, Chu Yu muttered, then opened the box next to him, as if he was rummaging for something.
"Where is it..."
As she got older, her eyesight seemed to be getting worse, and she kept rummaging in the box.
"Found it!"
Chu Yu shouted in surprise, took out a painting, and showed it in front of Shi Guang.
In the painting, Shi Guang is standing next to Demon-Suppressing Pass, with the setting sun shining on her somewhat pale face. Under this sunshine, Shi Guang shows a happy smile.
This scene... is beautiful.
Shi Guang looked at the drawing paper in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Let me tell you, you look good when you smile."
"It's just a pity..."
Looking at Shi Guang's still plain face, Chu Yu muttered with some regret and carefully put the painting away.
Shi Guang came back to his senses and looked at Chu Yu: "You seem to have never painted again recently."
Chu Yu, who was sorting the box, paused slightly in mid-air, and was a little silent. After a while, he continued to sort the box, and smiled freely, "Old man, my hands are shaking and my eyes are dizzy, and I can't draw anymore!"
"Well..."
"Can I try?"
Shi Guang thought about it and asked softly.
"Of course, otherwise these would be just decorations."
Chu Yu smiled and shook her head. Although she said this, the neat canvas and spotless Drawing Board still proved that she actually cherished them.
Shi Guang did not speak, but carefully mixed the paint with a focused expression.
Lifting the brush, Shi Guang did not paint immediately, but was remembering something.
For a long time...
Shi Guang started writing, falling into an absolutely focused mood.
"Hey, the painting... looks pretty good."
Looking at the drawing paper, Chu Yu was a little surprised.
Shi Guang still didn't speak, as if he had forgotten everything at this moment.
She had indeed never learned it before, but she had drawn layout drawings at Sin City.
And every time Chu Yu was drawing, she would always stand behind her and look at it silently.
Her writing strokes were very steady, and there was no tremor in the character lines.
Although the application of some techniques is not mature enough, or there are no techniques at all, at least in terms of pure image, it can restore a large part.
Maybe this painting has no artistic value, such as color, shadow...
But it's very similar.
Image molding.
Pages of paper floated in mid-air. Chu Yu stepped on the paper with bare feet, walking up step by step, standing at the top, looking back.
He still looks like he did when he was young.
Although she cannot be called absolutely beautiful, her temperament is outstanding.
"The drawing... is it me?"
Chu Yu looked at Drawing Board and murmured to himself.
"Hmm."
"You looked beautiful that day."
Shi Guang nodded slightly, looking at Drawing Board, I always felt that something was missing, maybe it was not three-dimensional enough, or the color combination was not shocking enough, or it had no soul.
She stood in front of Drawing Board and pondered for a long time...
Finally, she untied the bandage on her arm, lightly dipped some blood on the wound with her fingers, and smeared it on the canvas, under the void.
It was as if beneath her feet was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"Thank you."
"I like it very much."
Chu Yu looked at this painting and was a little stunned for a while.
But for beginners, at best it was a beginner-level painting by Talent, but she liked it very much.
"Hmm."
Shi Guang put down the brush, wrapped the bandage again, looked at the rising morning glow in the distance, and fell into silence again.
(The pace has gradually begun to speed up. This kind of war, which is very important throughout the entire text, would be uncomfortable if it were written too hastily or if it was written in one stroke. Fortunately, it has begun to wrap up, alas...)