Annan had already realized that the gentle young man in front of him who suddenly pulled him into the hallucination was the Nicholas he had mentioned to Nolan before.
Should I say yes, should I say Cao Cao, Cao Cao has arrived...
Although he looks gentle and melancholy, harmless, he looks like an artistic young man who is sad for spring and autumn.
But Nicholas was not so polite when he spoke - even vaguely, he could taste a hint of god-like compassion and arrogance.
However, the person Nicholas was facing at this moment... was a real god.
The moment he heard the cold female voice, Annan felt strange fluctuations emerging in the space.
Distorted, faint yellow traces, like transparent lemon-colored jelly, quickly emerged in the pure white space.
It’s as if the world in front of you is a white canvas, and someone is taking a paintbrush full of faint yellow paint and smearing it in the air at will——
Several arcs with strange beauty surround Nicholas. It looks like many petals with ink style blooming around Nicholas. It is completely different from his painting style, but it looks very beautiful because of it.
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A white-haired girl who could only be described as "beautiful" seemed to have been sketched in the air with a paintbrush - she quickly took on a form composed of black and white lines, and was then painted with color.
"Is it Paper Princess?"
Nicholas replied calmly: "Long time no see... Lord Zhiji."
"Nicholas?"
Zhi Ji frowned slightly and warned: "He is not Don Juan Geraint. He is Annan Winter - retreat, otherwise I will attack you."
"Actually, I have no hostility toward His Highness Annan, Lord Zhiji."
The young man smiled warmly.
But as he said this, the movements of his hands did not stop.
The pattern on the back of his hand looks like a rose family plant with extremely complex colors.
Different petals have different colors - black, red, blue, purple, yellow, evenly distributed on each petal, and almost all petals are different colors from adjacent petals. After activating the textures of different colors
, a completely different loop will form immediately.
As the black, purple on his left hand and the black, red, and blue circuits on his right hand were lit up, the white thread-like light that had been lingering on the fingertips of both of his hands instantly seemed to be alive, turning into an ever-expanding
, translucent soft light group.
As if someone was blowing air, the light ball expanded rapidly, like a huge copper bell, taking on a new shape and wrapping Nicholas in it.
But as the light group continued to expand, it came into contact with the faint yellow traces of the ink wind around it——
The moment it came into contact with the faint yellow traces stuck in the void, the inside of the light group was fixed in the air... It was as if time had paused.
At this time, Zhiji had already appeared next to Annan.
"Back off, Annan."
Zhiji made a cold voice.
Her back was to Annan and she was standing in front of Annan. Her left arm was hanging straight down, and her left hand was holding a large writing brush about 245 centimeters long like it was holding a long dagger behind her back.
Annan clearly saw that the brush was dyed with faint yellow paint.
And her right hand was raised horizontally, completely blocking Annan behind her.
Between the fingers of her right hand, she held a red pencil and a pen dripping with blue ink.
After the light ball was paused by the faint yellow trace, the five fingers of Zhi Ji's extremely flexible right hand danced rapidly——
Dark blue thunderclouds quickly accumulated in the sky.
Under the thunderclouds, red lightning quickly began to accumulate. The terrifying dark red thunder was entangled in the clouds... A strange odor could even be faintly smelled in the air, just like the breeze after a heavy rain.
And just a few seconds later, a red lightning bolt fell from the sky - hitting the light group hard, shattering it instantly!
A huge roar sounded at the same time as the lightning fell!
Even the ground felt a slight tremor and numbness.
After the red thunder dissipated, there were even crackling red electric sparks in the air.
At the same time, azure frost was quickly taking shape on the ground. Dark blue shackles of ice spread upward from the ground—fixing Nicholas's feet to the ground and continuing to spread upward.
At this moment, the second streak of red thunder in the sky began to accumulate.
But just then.
But the circuits on the back of Nicholas' hand began to flash rapidly.
In other words...it's switching rapidly.
The illusory light group that was split by the red thunder revealed several sharp white zigzag light paths from the dissipating wreckage. Then sharp blades emerged from the front of the light path, running toward Annan on their own like hounds.
Like traces on a circuit board, the tortuous light path spread rapidly in the air, trying to avoid Zhiji and stabbing towards Annan.
But the strange thing is... Annan didn't feel the slightest murderous intention from it.
...Does Nicholas really have no murderous intention towards him?
So... what is he doing now?
Faced with Nicholas' disobedient actions, Zhi Ji's solemn face did not show any emotion at all.
She raised the paintbrush in her left hand and quickly added a few strokes in the air.
The dim yellow traces fell into the void at the same time, freezing those few light traces in the void. As the dim yellow spread toward the light traces, more part of time was suspended - and there were several light traces before the dim yellow spread.
, continued to split from the end of the light trace, and flew towards Annan!
"What on earth are you thinking about?"
Zhiji frowned slightly.
Suddenly there was a short-handled brush in her right hand.
As she swung the brush in her hand, dozens of metallic paint dots were thrown away, turning into steel shields in the air, landing on the spreading and twisting light paths with incomparable accuracy.
With the sound of acid squeaking, the steel shields were pierced by the light path in the blink of an eye. But as these shields shattered and disappeared, the sharp light marks that passed through the shields were also turned into white paint.
, and fell to the ground with ticks.
But at this moment, Annan looked again... Nicholas had disappeared into this pure white space. The shackles made of ice on the ground had turned into moist, cracked clay.
However, Nicholas's sudden escape did not seem to surprise Zhi Ji.
She just put all the pens back into her waist, turned around, and squatted in front of Annan with some concern.
The moment he saw Zhi Ji, Annan was also shocked by the "beauty" that transcended anti-intellectualism. However, he quickly came to his senses and did not have hallucinations or gain new influences like Lao Goose.
...It's as if I have already become accustomed to this "beauty".
But it's also very reasonable.
Because Annan himself is a copy of this beauty. He even possesses the element of "beauty" that has not yet been fully awakened.
What surprised Annan was... Zhiji's first reaction when he came over was to touch her head, and then stretched out a hand to pinch her face.
"Are you okay, Annan?"
Zhi Ji looked at Annan levelly, while gently stroking Annan's hair, she asked softly with concern: "Did he hurt you?"