The Righteous Player(s)

"His paintings are really terrible."

The delicious goose replied without hesitation.

Before seeing Zhiji with his own eyes, Yummy Fengge felt that the painter was really awesome.

He can even taste such a touch of magic from the portrait-just admiring the face and posture of Zhiji can make the delicious wind goose stare at it for a long time.

Delicious Wind Goose believes that the editor of the newspaper must think so too. That's why I put this picture on the front page of the newspaper.

But after seeing Zhiji with my own eyes, the delicious wind goose knows the truth...

It turned out that Zhiji's appearance was only reproduced intact, and it was already a top-level "magic painting". Even the extraordinary level of willpower of the delicious wind goose could not be resisted at all.

Although I don't know why, the passers-by seem to be completely unable to see myself and Zhiji... just walking on the road as usual.

The so-called "famous painter" Nigel Elliott drew portraits of Zhi Ji that were almost "like people".

That might be strange...

Although the appearance is about 90% similar, the indescribable beauty and the meaning of the "anchor of beauty" are not shown at all.

Not only is it extraordinary like the delicious goose, even ordinary people will never be fascinated by this painting.

This is no longer what the ordinary "shrink" can describe.

This is a serious "dry product"-the kind that can swell several times after adding blisters.

"Actually, he has worked very hard."

Zhi Ji just gave a gentle chuckle, and while touching her drawing board from behind with her backhand, she explained: "He is not an extraordinary person, and he accidentally saw my face... When he regained consciousness, I had already left. .

"His image was reproduced with a short'impression'. I also saw his paintings, and they are actually quite good. And his observational power is also commendable... The dim impression produced by the obsolescence is refined and restored, which is enough to show that his talents are quite good."

Zhiji seriously excused the painter in this way.

Although the other party is not here, it is absolutely impossible to even hear this conversation. But Zhi Ji did not criticize or criticize the artist...

Suddenly, delicious wind goose vaguely noticed something.

...That seems to be "love".

It should not be directed at that painter, but at the love of all painters.

——Zhiji is nostalgic for the painter.

So, is she called Zhiji...

For some reason, Tasty Wind Goose is reluctant to call this goddess "He".

"Don't talk about that, just look at your paintings."

Zhi Ji pulled out a painting.

She smiled and handed the painting to the delicious wind goose.

...What can I have? I watched too much when I was looking in the mirror myself...

The delicious wind goose complained in his heart.

But he took the painting very well and unfolded the picture politely.

But after he saw the painting clearly, he was suddenly stunned.

It is indeed his own appearance. The delicious goose can be seen at a glance.

But besides...

——It's not the same.

The clothing of the city guard on him was painted by Zhi Ji as a shabby but clean red monk's robe. He stepped barefoot on the snow, his feet covered with scars.

His eyebrows were stained with white frost marks, and his eyebrows were deeply locked, showing endless depression and hesitation. His back is straight, his shoulders are stable and broad, there are slight scars and abrasions on the top of his head, his expression is silent and his eyes are firm.

His left arm was hanging down in the monk's robe, and his clenched fist could see the entanglement and shaking in his heart. On the other hand, he held a handful of dark red blood in his mouth, but he did not drink it for a long time.

He stared at the rippling blood pool in his hand, lost in memories and contemplation.

Behind him is a huge, setting sun and snow scene. The shadow hit his side face, drawing the outline of his chin.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion...

Yummy Wind Goose looks at this "self", and even vaguely feels "what is he thinking". As if I really are a monk with a cup girl,

...What kind of fairy art photo is this?

The delicious wind goose was greatly shaken.

His first reaction was to cut the picture first.

"...How much do I have to pay if I want to buy it?"

He asked hesitantly: "Also...Is my feelings so intense?"

"My rule has always been to watch and give. But you only have one chance."

Zhiji said gently: "I will not tell the buyer how much each painting is worth—I will sell it to you only if your price is higher than its true value. But if your price is not lower, I will sell it to you. I won’t charge you money...but I will give you a free souvenir worth the same as the price you previously offered.

"As I said before, I will give you a 50% discount-as long as the price is half of its true value, I will sell it to you. There is no name for this painting yet. If you give it a name, you can With my approval, I will give you another 50% discount.

"As for your emotions...Of course it is not so exaggerated.

"This is a proper fiction. In order to better show the beauty that I have perceived, I extracted, abstracted and purified this conflict between emotion, **** and will. The final result is like this- It is the crystallization of your masturbation and will. If you meditate on this painting every day, your willpower will also be improved in the feeling of this depression."

Zhiji smiled beautifully and said frankly: "The so-called painter is a profession that captures the ubiquitous'beauty' in life, and refines and presents it.

"The work should have its life-I think so."

"...You are really an amazing painter."

The delicious wind goose exclaimed convincingly.

This was his first face-to-face conversation with the gods of this world.

And Zhiji's skill and freedom also impressed him deeply.

If it wasn't for him that he didn't know anything about painting, I'm afraid he would have shown his loyalty to Zhiji now...

Are the gods of this world... all such attractive existences?

The delicious wind goose reminds of the rotten man and the silver sir that I saw before.

Needless to say Silver Sir.

Even the rotten man as an enemy and a "monster", Tasty Wind Goose, though forced by his power and unable to look directly at him, felt the grace, calmness and kindness that entangled him.

"But I... I don't have much money."

The delicious wind goose said helplessly: "Can you pay for it? Or exchange it with an equivalent item?"

"No credit, but bartering is allowed-under the witness of Sir Silver, I will recycle it fairly and with its due value."

Zhi Ji said with a smile, and at the same time urged: "Let's give it a name first."

"...I can't think of a good name."

Tasty Wind Goose was silent for a long time, still honestly replied: "All I can give is--"

He said, patted his belt.

There are ten metal bottles the size of a lighter.

"Ten bottles of devil's blood..."

However, Zhiji frowned slightly as if she could see through the delicious goose.

She pondered for a while, then asked again: "Why don't you try to name it first?"

As soon as she uttered these words, the delicious wind goose had a spectrum in her heart.

The value of ten bottles of devil's blood should be more than 2.5% off the painting, but less than 50%... Although I don't know how to calculate it.

The purchase price of the devil's blood is less than ten pounds, but a bottle can sell for eighty pounds in the capital; and these ten bottles are also a delicious wind goose given as a salary deduction of three hundred pounds...

But in any case, it is a good thing to offer a higher price.

If you can't buy it, you can get equivalent gifts.

From a rational point of view, it is a more rational and stable choice to exchange for gifts than a painting that you don’t know what's useful for.

But the delicious wind goose still wants to try...

"... "The Monk Before the Cliff", is that okay?"

He frowned and looked at the painting, pondered for a long time before asking tentatively.

Zhiji tilted her head and thought for a while.

"If the title of this painting was given by someone else, I would not sell it."

She squinted her eyes and showed a lovely smile that reminds Tasty Fengge of Annan, and chuckled softly: "But since you said it...this name itself is another contradiction. From this perspective, it On the contrary, the value of the painting has been promoted because it enhances the value of the painting itself.

"In terms of equivalent value...I will accept the gift you gave me unceremoniously."

As Zhi Ji said, she reached out and touched the belt of Delicious Wind Goose~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The next moment, Delicious Wind Goose felt the bottle inside the belt, and suddenly all disappeared.

"I'm leaving, brother...bye bye."

At the same time that the voice of Zhiji fell.

Her figure disappeared like a dream.

At the moment when Yau Feng's gaze left Zhi Ji, Yau Feng Go noticed that the impression of Zhi Ji's appearance in his mind quickly faded... there was nothing left in the blink of an eye.

...... This may be the brain's "lowering blood pressure" processing for self-protection.

The delicious wind goose was silent, and rolled the picture carefully.

The passers-by around also cast curious glances at the delicious wind goose wearing the costume of the city guard and holding a picture scroll.

——Don't patrol for now.

In short, first find the monster teacher and others to help hide this painting...