Unparalleled Crazy Young System

Chapter 1935 I Like Painting Without Clothes

"Yes." Shawana stood up and left here slowly.

In the suddenly empty hall, only Ye Hao and the death queen who were still painting were left.

The Queen of Death did not say a word, and continued to paint oil paintings there.

Above the oil painting is a tortured woman, the main colors are black and red, and there is a breath of death.

Ye Hao didn't speak either, just stood there.

Ten minutes later, the paintbrush in the Death Queen's hand flickered, and her brow furrowed.

Then the entire drawing paper was reduced to ashes.

"It seems that the Queen of Death likes painting very much, and her painting skills are also good, but she can only be regarded as a professional level, not comparable to those masters." Ye Hao thought to himself.

The death queen turned around and looked at Ye Hao.

The first thing that catches the eye is naturally the skull tattoos on the Queen of Death, giving people a strange beauty.

"Jon."

"Yes." Ye Hao said, with a trace of **** in his eyes.

"Aren't you curious why I called you here?" The Death Queen slowly walked down from the hall.

"The Queen is willing to tell me, so she will naturally say. If the Queen is not willing to say, then Lynn naturally has no right to know." Ye Hao replied, eyeballs wandering around the Death Queen from time to time.

It feels like a womanizer sees a beautiful woman, but this beautiful woman has an extraordinary identity, so she is worried that her peeping will be discovered by the other party.

"Am I beautiful?" The Death Queen naturally saw Ye Hao's ‘little actions’. She didn’t get angry at all. Instead, she walked up to Ye Hao and asked with a smile.

"Beautiful." Ye Hao replied directly, breathing quickly.

"It's that simple?" The Death Queen blinked at Ye Hao.

"Because the beauty of the queen can no longer be described in words, and even the use of beauty is tarnishing the adults." Ye Hao looked authentic.

"Gluck. It's a man who often goes to the red light district. This mouth is different." The Death Queen laughed.

Ye Hao didn't speak.

He is performing "Jon" at the moment, and needs to show his "highlights" on this basis.

"I heard that you also have a hobby of painting, and you especially like painting those women in the red light district." The Death Queen looked at Ye Hao with interest.

"Yes." Ye Hao didn't hide it, because Jon did have this hobby.

"I also like painting very much, how about you come and paint me." The Queen of Death returned to the hall and sat on the chair with her long legs.

"No way."

However, the answer given by Ye Hao made the Queen of Death never expect.

"Why?" The Death Queen looked at Ye Hao.

"Because the subordinates dare not." Ye Hao lowered his head.

"Why don't you dare?" The Death Queen stared at Ye Hao.

Ye Hao raised his head again, his eyes gleaming with fire, staring at the dead queen's body: "Because his subordinates only spend oil paintings without clothes."

The Queen of Death was stunned, then she laughed.

"Interesting, interesting. I really don't know if Jon are you daring or looking for death."

The next moment, the aura on the death queen was completely released, her eyes staring at Ye Hao as if she had seen through death: "You are not afraid that I will kill you."

Ye Hao could feel the powerful pressure of death on his body, very strong.

"This woman hid her strength in the teahouse before. She is a seventh-order five-star!" Ye Hao thought to himself that death is not a holy realm, so Ye Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Hao pretended to be sweaty: "I'm afraid, but his subordinates dare not hide it. I've heard people say that the Queen hates others for deceiving her."

"it is good."

The Queen of Death stood up, and she retreated the black gauze directly in front of Ye Hao, and then lay half on the chair.

With a wave of her hand, all the paper, pen and paint used for drawing appeared in front of Ye Hao.

"I'll let you draw me a picture without clothes, but if you draw me unsatisfied, then I will dig out your eyes, and then keep you locked in a dungeon for the rest of your life. No."

Such a fragrant scene carries a crisis.

Ye Hao took a deep breath, his eyes swept across the Death Queen.

The Queen of Death could feel the scorching heat, lust, and even dominance in Jon's eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

Shawana outside the hall has been waiting.

I don't know why she is a little worried about Jon's situation.

This wait is a full two to three hours.

"What the **** is going on, why haven't they come out in two or three hours?" Shavana looked at the closed door.

"Shavana, come in."

At this time, the voice of the Death Queen came from inside the door.

Shavana breathed a sigh of relief, and opened the door.

That Jon was still standing in the middle of the hall, but there was a pile of painting materials in front of him.

The Queen of Death was sitting on the throne, wearing black gauze and holding a piece of drawing paper in her hand.

"My lord, Sawana is here." Shawana knelt on one knee.

"Come up." The Death Queen said without raising her head.

Shawana glanced at Ye Hao, then walked up the steps and walked to the death queen.

"Let's take a look at this painting. This is what Jon painted for me just now." The Death Queen handed the drawing paper in her hand to Shavana.

Painting?

Could it be that the kid has been here painting for the Queen for two or three hours?

Shawana was puzzled. When she saw the content of the painting, she was dull for three seconds.

In the painting is a naked woman lying on a throne decorated with skulls. Under her throne are countless corpses. These corpses are human, including angels with white wings and demons with horns.

There are also demons and characters from various mythological novels.

And that naked woman turned out to be the Queen of Death herself.

"Bold. You painted this kind of painting for the Queen!" Shavana immediately pulled out her dagger and pointed at Jon in the hall.

"Wait, I asked him to draw for me, and I am very satisfied with this picture." The Death Queen took back the drawing paper, her eyes were fascinated, and she even stuck her face on the drawing paper. Looks obsessed.

"This is the beauty of death!"

Shavana looked at the Death Queen in disbelief, then looked at Jon below.

"Okay, let's get it right now." The Death Queen put away the drawing paper and looked at Ye Hao beautifully.

"Jon, I call you because I am optimistic about your talent. Next, the Hawkeye base will have a big plan. The content of the plan is to create the ultimate fighter.

Because the number is limited, it takes a lot of selection. The five adults in Eagle Eye, including me, have the right to choose two people.

In the end, only two people can become the ultimate fighter!

So I need you to defeat the people chosen by others and become the ultimate fighter loyal to me! "