"Are you out of your mind? King Wuji is my lifelong enemy, will I cooperate with him? Your joke is not funny at all."
All of Yuan Chen's opponents fell into the black ocean. In fact, after the black ink marks on the painting were covered by black paper, the artist's painting could no longer be revealed. Naturally, the corresponding ability became ineffective.
The painter was not stupid, and he soon realized the reason, gritted his teeth and said: "You forced me to do this, I didn't want to use it."
The painter hesitated for a moment, and taking advantage of this hesitation, Yuan Chen directly broke up the painter.
"How could you be so fast?" The painter's disbelieving eyes seemed to be wondering at the last moment.
However, Yuan Chen did not respond at all.
The villain dies because he talks too much, and the painter fails at this point. He cannot follow in his opponent's footsteps.
But if the painter can open his eyes again, he will definitely see that he has been dismantled into countless small parts at this moment, and then this young man he despises is skillfully manipulating his direct small parts, as if he had encountered it before
experienced such a situation.
Yuan Chen very skillfully dispersed the painter into wisps of energy, and then analyzed them. Those that were not needed for the time being were directly sealed. It took a long time for Yuan Chen to analyze the painter's innate ability, but only let
He frowned.
"It can't be copied." Although it is a bit regretful, it is also expected. After all, this is the ability of the supreme power. It is originally unique and cannot be mastered by others, but I don't know why the clone of King Wuji appears.
Unexpectedly, not only did he master this ability, but he also had the idea of betrayal.
After decryption, Yuan Chen discovered an energy that could not be decrypted. This energy was quite strange, and even Yuan Chen could not see through it at all.
"Weird? Is this a trap set by King Wuji for me? The purpose is to let me integrate this talent and then disintegrate me from the inside?" Yuan Chen was very wary and did not dare to try easily. He could only seal this talent into
In the blood-colored coffin, observe slowly.
"You brat, you're chasing a cat!" The strange energy completely eroded the entire space. After Yuan Chen sensed it carefully, he discovered the whereabouts of the baby boy, but he saw that the boy was chasing the cat and muttering something.
The words "cat, don't run away" made him angry and wanted to beat this guy up.
"That cat is a little weird." Yuan Chen's expression changed and he appeared directly in the castle and grabbed the nimble fat cat.
"Daddy!" The baby boy was originally very wary and insecure, but when Yuan Chen appeared, he immediately regained his childishness.
There is a blood connection and bond between him and his father, which cannot be faked by an impostor.
"I just know how to run around and I'll take care of you when I get out." Yuan Chen cursed with a smile and began to seriously observe the fat cat in his hand. This is a fat cat. It is incompatible with the environment here. It is like a brand new
Just like life, there is no feeling of being tied up with paper.
"Weird!" Yuan Chen wanted to dismantle the fat cat and study its inner structure, but he never expected that the fat cat actually spoke: "Don't dismantle me. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly. I
I promise to tell you everything I know and tell you everything I know.”
"A cat can actually speak human language. I want to tear you apart and see." Yuan Chen geared up and gave the baby boy a look. Immediately, the baby boy understood and begged: "Daddy, this little fat cat
It's so cute, it would be a pity to tear it down, as long as it answers everything, it can still survive."
"Of course, but he didn't say anything." Yuan Chen shook his head regretfully.
"Wait, wait, you didn't ask anything?" The fat cat panicked, its little paws with no place to rest trying to swing, trying to survive.
"The desire to live is so strong? This is easy to handle." Yuan Chen was most afraid of meeting someone who was crazy and not afraid of death. He died before he even started asking questions.
Of course, this may also be a deliberate performance by the little fat cat. On the surface, it looks very cooperative, but there are many loopholes hidden in the words, half truths and half lies, which are the most fatal.
"How were you born?"
Faced with this problem, the little white cat did not hesitate at all and said directly: "It was the Creator who drew me."
"Then why are you different from the others?"
"I don't know either. I was still a paper cat when I was born, but I suddenly became like this not long ago."
Yuan Chen frowned, it was no different from not saying anything, but with his ability, this kitten couldn't deceive him.
In other words, this is true, but even if it is true, it does not rule out that it has discovered some clues, but it has not explained them.
"Liar, you must have sensed something at that time? Tell me honestly, it would be better than me taking it apart and seeing it myself."
Yuan Chen is actually very anxious, because the power chasing him has locked on the ancient tomb, and he believes that he will find it here soon. But if he wants to take advantage of this time difference and use the talent of a painter, he can only create a clone that is exactly the same as himself.
He was caught on his behalf. In this case, the other party could leave here openly and go to the real world, and he could live happily amidst the expectations of heaven and earth.
This is a two-pronged solution, but time is running out, danger is approaching, and if not handled properly, he may capsize.
"Although I don't know why I became like this, but I know the reason for this change may be related to it." Fat Cat took the boy to a place, which was a very secret corner in the castle.
In the shadows, it is difficult for ordinary people to detect it. I am afraid that even the painter himself would find it difficult to detect it.
"A dead cat?" Yuan Chen figured out the logic in an instant, took out the sealed talent, and then poured his own blood on it.
Every drop of blood of the most powerful man contains majestic power, which can destroy the universe and sea of stars and obliterate time and space at every turn.
"Sure enough, that weird sequence that cannot be deciphered is the blood of King Wuji."
As soon as Yuan Chen's own blood and King Wuji's blood came into contact, they began to devour each other, and neither wanted to see the other.
In the end, Yuan Chen gained the upper hand.
"Haha, I'm really good after all. I only used half a drop of blood. Don't wipe out everything about that guy."
As soon as Yuan Chen's arrogance rose, he was mercilessly put down by the baby boy: "Dad, that drop of blood seems to be only a quarter of your total blood volume, and a lot of the activity seems to have been used up."
The young man glanced at the baby boy coldly, and then started to fuse alone.
Eliminating the interference of others, there were no other obstacles to this talent, and Yuan Chen quickly mastered it.
But when it came to choosing paper, he had a problem.
"How should we choose?" Yuan Chen looked at the blood-red coffin suppressing the entire space and made a decision.
"It's up to you."
Although I don't want to admit it, there is no way a piece of paper can withstand his blood essence, so at this moment, this coffin is still suitable.
After calling the coffin over, Yuan Chen began to paint.
Each stroke was painted with great care by the boy, but after finishing the painting, the baby boy shook his head and said, "Daddy, no, this painting is too ugly."
Yuan Chen frowned. He also felt it didn't look good, so he directly erased it and drew it again.
At the same time, he transformed into a mirror, and painted while looking into the mirror. He looked as narcissistic as he could, but the effect was still not ideal.
"Come on, come and catch me, you little fools." In the ancient tomb, Yuan Chen's delaying mechanism played a vital role and successfully aroused a wave of hatred, but this situation would not last long.
"Er, do you have a talent for painting? Do you want to leave it to daddy?"
Yuan Chen set his sights on the baby boy, but the man shook his head decisively and said that he could not draw.
He was not born to be a painter, but to save the prehistoric world, so how could he be born with such an innate ability that has no practical value.
"You don't have any artistic qualities in you, you are such a good son of mine."
Yuan Chen is a little desperate. Should he escape to another place now? Then he can learn to paint.
"No, if you really get rid of those followers, won't your plan be ruined?" This is an opportunity to fight back. Whether you can become a serf and sing depends on your luck.
"Fat Cat, give you a chance to live. As long as you teach me how to draw, I will let you live so that you can live a happy life."
Yuan Chen looked at the little fat cat. If this fat cat didn't have artistic talent, his plan would really come to nothing.
After all, the painter is dead. Although his talent was obtained by himself, who could have imagined that there would be mistakes in it. Even the master-level talent cannot control the hand of Yuan Chen, who can carry coffins and smash people.
Yuan Chen had never worried about his hands, but now he started to have difficulties.
"Dad, doesn't a painter's memory have the ability to paint?"
Yuan Chen shook his head and said: "It's useless. After all, other people's memories are still other people's. Only if I learn it myself can I be able to control my hands. Little fat cat, if you don't speak, I will treat you as if you don't know how to do it."
"I don't know if it will work, can you let me try?"
In order to survive, the little fat cat also worked hard.
Perhaps it was really fate, or maybe Yuan Chen's many vests played a role. This little fat cat actually knew how to draw, and the drawing was quite good.
"Come and teach me how to draw step by step."
The little fat cat's two fluffy fat paws carefully hugged Yuan Chen's hand holding the pen and began to draw.
But as soon as he started writing, the little fat cat begged: "Sir, please don't express yourself freely!"
The little fat cat found that his little fat paws could not shake the boy's hand at all. If he continued like this, the final drawing would definitely not be a person. If an adult misunderstood, it would cost the cat's life.
"How could I leave traces on the coffin without using any force?"
Even so, Yuan Chen still relaxed his hand.
His control of strength was already very strong, but now that he does it intentionally, it is naturally easier.
The hand holding the pen was pulled by the fat cat, and a figure of a young man slowly emerged. As the strokes continued to increase, the shape of Yuan Chen appeared.
The pen falls and the painting is completed.
The young man jumped up on the bloody coffin, lazy and bored, invincible.
"I really want to beat him."
When Yuan Chen saw himself in the painting, his hands felt a little itchy.
"Little fat cat, is this me in your eyes? Do I deserve a beating?"