Yan Feng painted with colored ink and detailed outlines, showing several main features of middle-aged people: "The brows are very wrinkled, the face is a bit long and narrow, the complexion is dark yellow, there are acne, the eyebrows are light, and the beard is short.
There is a mole on the side of the cheek, the tip of the nose is slightly red, the ears are small, the eyes are big and dull, and the hair quality is poor and slightly yellow."
After Yan Feng stopped writing, a lively middle-aged uncle appeared in front of Yan Feng. A look of satisfaction appeared in Yan Feng's eyes, and he was about to take a photo of the painting and pass it on.
But at this moment, Yan Feng suddenly felt that a strange wave appeared around the painting. Yan Feng immediately used his telekinesis to resist this force, and quickly said: "Little beauty, take a photo!"
Then, there was only a click sound, and the little beauty completed the action directly. Yan Feng also felt as if his head was pricked by needles. His body shook slightly and he hurriedly held on to the seat next to him, almost falling over.
On the ground.
Then, as if being grabbed by an invisible hand, the picture Yan Feng drew was quickly crumpled into a ball, then torn into pieces and scattered on the floor.
And Yan Feng also released a murderous aura. Then, he looked around fiercely, but found nothing. He slapped the table hard, and Yan Feng said: "Little beauty, did you take the photo?"
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At this moment, Yan Feng was also very angry. It didn't matter that he was knocked unconscious last time. Unexpectedly, this time when he painted his portrait, he felt as if his head had been hit by a wooden stick. He had a severe headache.
When did you suffer two losses in a row? If the opponent was nearby, Yan Feng would definitely let this guy learn what it means to have a fist as big as a casserole!
The little beauty heard Yan Feng's words, looked at the photos she had saved, and then said: "I took it."
Yan Feng heard this and said, "Send it to Captain Teng She."
Yan Feng's face was slightly pale at the moment, and there was a trace of sweat on his forehead. After all, no one would be very comfortable if they were stabbed in the head. But now Yan Feng felt that he should re-estimate the strength of this middle-aged man.
Well, Yan Feng didn't know the middle-aged man's position, and the middle-aged man definitely didn't know his own position.
But the other party was able to directly hurt himself through a painting, and also destroyed the painting. I am afraid that this middle-aged man's strength is far beyond his imagination, or perhaps, as time goes by, the other party's strength is increasing in terrifying ways.
The speed is increasing.
After all, when they first met, he saved a person from the other party. If the middle-aged man had attacked the young man with his current strength that time, let alone saving the young man, Yan Feng himself would be afraid
Everyone has to be injured, no matter what the situation is, this is a very serious matter.
On the other hand, the little beauty was just about to transfer the photos. Suddenly, the little beauty said: "Master! The photos in my memory suddenly disappeared! It was as if they had been invaded by a very powerful hacker and completely disappeared!"
After hearing this, Yan Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "This guy is quite capable! I don't believe this evil!"
Yan Feng said, with a thought, and then, Xiao Wei was taken out of the whirlwind ring space by Yan Feng, and then, Yan Feng said: "Xiao Wei, be prepared, I will draw this picture later
After taking the portrait, you first take a photo of the portrait for me, and then copy the portrait as quickly as possible, and send it out to any computer in the world in a relatively secretive place without any rules!"
After hearing what Yan Feng said, Xiao Wei said: "No problem, Master!"
Immediately, Yan Feng took out the paper and pen and began to draw again. This time Yan Feng drew faster than last time. The picture he drew was exactly the same as the previous one. This picture was even faster than the photo.
It’s not much different. As long as you hold this painting, you can definitely lock in the middle-aged man’s information!
The moment Yan Feng stopped writing, that weird feeling invaded him again, and Xiao Wei also took a photo of the painting in an instant, and then saw this on Xiao Wei's computer screen.
The portraits were split and copied at a terrifying speed! And the copied pictures were sent to computers all over the world one by one.
However, when Xiao Wei copied just over thirty-two pictures, he saw that the copied picture files were dying at a visible speed, and each picture was directly torn into pieces by an inexplicable force.
Fragments, but although the opponent's destruction is not slow, it is obvious that the speed of Serena's copying is definitely faster.
Therefore, the number of those pictures is still increasing, and the rate of increase is constantly increasing. After destroying a few more pictures, the other party seems to have found that there is no way to save it, and finally stopped doing useless work.
Then, Yan Feng said: "Xiao Wei, send one of the pictures to this mobile phone number. The number is 1************."
After hearing what Yan Feng said, Xiao Wei immediately obeyed.
At this moment, at Shuangde Lake, I saw the middle-aged uncle standing there with a gloomy face. At this moment, he had transformed into his second personality again, and he was naturally the one who destroyed Yan Feng's portrait before.
However, he can destroy one pair, two pairs, or even ten or twenty pairs.
But the copying speed of Serena Williams' future super optical computer is really terrifying. In a few seconds, there are already hundreds or even thousands, and even after a while, there may be thousands. Even if he has powerful powers,
But it was impossible to destroy it, so I had no choice but to give up.
Although the second personality of the middle-aged uncle is not like the murderous God of Thunder, it is still a little different from ordinary people. Although the eyes of the middle-aged uncle are sharp, they are a little childish, as if
Just like a child, he doesn't have much discretion in doing things.
In addition, they have a sense of strangeness and fear towards this world, so when they sense that someone has drawn a portrait of themselves, they will be so angry that they will destroy it directly. But now, after failing to destroy it, the middle-aged people will
The young people feel even more insecure and look around blankly.
Yan Feng finally sent the picture of the middle-aged uncle to Teng She, and then called Teng She directly. Then, Teng She asked: "What's wrong?"
Yan Feng listened and said: "This person's strength needs to be re-evaluated."
"Oh? What happened again?"
"He was able to sense other people's drawings of him, and he even destroyed the picture I drew from an unknown distance. I was almost injured, and it took a lot of effort to send this picture.
