Chapter 208 A wave of excitement
"I..." the fake man said.
"Your student ID card was lost, but luckily I found it, otherwise you would have been dead!" When Mu Daxian was talking to the dummy, there was a strange demonic quality in his voice. Even the hair on the side was flying, and he felt frightened when he heard it.
Mu Daxian spoke in the familiar tone of a good gentleman. As he spoke, he looked at Mao Feiyang and gave him a look.
Mao Feiyang's heart trembled, and he instantly understood what Mu Daxian meant. He quickly pulled off the two student commemorative coins from the wound.
"Hiss..." There were countless blood threads connecting the student coin to Mao Feiyang's wound. Pulling it like this felt like pulling something from a spider web. It looked ferocious and terrifying, and the pain made Mao Feiyang gasp.
A flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and with a strong effort, he plucked them out like picking fruits, and then handed them to Mu Daxian's hands.
Lin Yi looked at the student commemorative coins in Mao Feiyang's hand. At this moment, the two student commemorative coins had completely lost the appearance of coins. They looked bulging, like animal hearts with ferocious blood vessels. They were even beating "thump thump thump" in Mao Feiyang's hand, as if they were really alive.
Mu Daxian squinted his eyes, took the student coin, then stuffed it into the dummy's hand with gritted teeth, and then said in a concerned tone: "Look at me, if you accidentally drop it next time, I won't be able to help you."
As he said that, he slowly let go of the dummy, and then pulled him up from the ground in a friendly manner.
The dummy was obviously stunned. He stood there for a long time without regaining consciousness. He just looked at the heart-like student commemorative coin in his hand, with a sickly and fanatical look in his eyes...
"I am...I am...Mao...Fei...Yang..."
"I am Mao Feiyang, I am Mao Feiyang! I am Mao Feiyang!!!"
“You’re a fucking ‘hairy’ person, why are you howling?” Mu Daxian kicked him and scolded him with a smile, “Hurry back to the teaching building, it’s raining so heavily, why are you staying here? Aren’t you afraid of getting wet?”
Hypocrite said: "Yes, right...you're right, it's raining so heavily, I should go back to the teaching building to take shelter from the rain!"
h "Yes! Let's go quickly!" Mu Daxian urged.
The dummy took some jerky steps and slowly walked out of the illumination range of the street lamp.
At this time, thunder tore through the night sky, and black and white intertwined instantly. Lin Yi found that the faces of the nine angel sculptures around him actually had a look of confusion, and he was a little confused about who was the real Mao Feiyang.
“Can student commemorative coins be used in this way?” Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian with shock in his eyes, “You find a fake person to die in our two identities? It is indeed a sexy job! "
Mu Daxian looked at the back of the puppet. He was holding the street lamp pole with one hand and was shrouded in soft light, like a ship with a storm standing on the mast on the endless route.
The storm completely wetted his entire body, and his hair was stuck to his forehead with water. His eyes were calm and calm, and he was thinking about how to take every step.
By the time he landed on the ground, he had already taken out the "light bulb" from the lamppost.
Mao Feiyang looked at the "light bulb" in shock, not expecting that this thing could actually emit light out of thin air.
"This, this is not a lightbulb?"
"Let's go!" Mu Daxian rarely cherished words like gold, and was unwilling to say more. He grabbed the "lightbulb" and followed the pace of the puppet.
Mao Feiyang hurriedly followed, and then he quickly noticed that Mu Daxian's mouth was hissing, and his expression seemed to be extremely painful.
He was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Mu Daxian's palm. He saw that Mu Daxian's hand holding the light bulb was emitting white smoke like a flare. It blended into the storm and the surrounding fog, making it difficult to see clearly for a while, but he still observed it with his own perception.
He wanted to say something, but he knew that Mu Daxian would definitely not have time to talk to him, so he suppressed all the words in his heart and followed Mu Daxian silently.
His intuition told him that the damage caused by the light bulb to Mu Daxian might be far greater than the damage he suffered from the supernatural power absorbed by the angel sculpture along the way.
They quickly followed the dummy back to the teaching building. The dummy in front had a stiff posture, while Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang in the back looked like Jiumozhi and Duan Yu were on their way to Yanziwu when they suddenly encountered a storm and hid in Xiaopo Temple.
Among them, Duan Yu is like a little black and skinny monkey, and Jiumozhi is a fucking version of him who is obsessed with practicing wood-burning sword skills...
"'Mao Feiyang', 'Mao Feiyang', slow down, slow down!" Mu Daxian followed him panting.
The dummy in front of him paused for a moment.
After such a pause, Mu Daxian pressed it to the ground again, and then stuffed the light bulb in his hand directly into its mouth! ! !
I don’t know how hard Mu Daxian used to stuff it, but he actually reached out and directly penetrated the puppet’s throat, stuffed the light bulb directly into its stomach, and then pulled his hand out as if nothing had happened.
This scene made Mao Feiyang behind him feel his stomach churn, and he almost vomited all the stomach acid.
The dummy was still confused and seemed blissfully unaware of what was happening.
After doing all this, Mu Daxian directly picked up the puppet from the ground, identified its position, and then rushed over.
"Xiao Mao, follow up, hurry up!" He only urged, not caring whether Mao Feiyang followed or not - because time waits for no one!
With all his strength, the distance between him and Him shrank at an extremely fast speed. When he was about to rush into His territory, he braked suddenly, and then threw the dummy out like a javelin thrower.
‘The decision is yours, go ahead, the hair is flying’!!!”
His goal is not to throw the pseudo-person to Him, but just to throw Him into His domain.
The puppet draws a perfect parabola in the dark night, just as thunder flashes, white light shines in the sky, and the static scene of nine angel sculptures pounced on the puppet is frozen in the interlaced black and white quality. It is beautiful, cult, demonic, and strange, like the shadows of angels and fallen objects reflected in hell in religious murals, chasing the devil's sacrifice.
Such a scene was deeply imprinted in Mao Feiyang's heart, shocking his little heart - it turns out that this is all Mu Daxian's sexy life!
This...isn’t it incredible? !
But what’s even more incredible is yet to come——
"Fuck, don’t be dazed, come here quickly!" Mu Daxian’s voice contained a urgent call, which instantly woke up Mao Feiyang, who was stunned to the point of being stunned.
——Mu Daxian’s sex life is not over yet.
I saw Mu Daxian running to a dead end near the corridor bridge of the teaching building, then he opened the drawing board, took out a few paintbrushes from the cloth bag and bit it in his mouth, then unscrewed the lids of several paint cans and placed them on the ground.
He did not use a palette, but directly dipped the paint brush into the blank canvas and painted it here and there, looking like an immature painter, and soon the paint was messily applied to almost the entire canvas.
Immediately afterwards, he began to stir up the paint on the drawing board with more crazy and sloppy brushwork.
At this moment, even Mao Feiyang, who was an outsider in painting, was stunned by Mu Daxian's painting techniques - Mu Daxian actually used the drawing board as both a palette and a canvas...
Crazy, this is simply a pure artistic lunatic!
No one dares to draw like this!
Especially for painting, which is very particular about the angles and changes of light and shadow, there is no room for mixing colors and painting at the same time. What’s more, Mu Daxian only has one chance!
But as Mu Daxian continued to paint, the things on the drawing board gradually became real.
He discovered that what Mu Daxian painted was actually the dead end next to the covered bridge of the teaching building in front of him!
Mu Daxian's paintings are hyper-realistic, but Mao Feiyang discovered that the dead end Mu Daxian painted seemed different from what he had just seen.
It is said that it is different, but I cannot feel the difference.
He then moved his eyes away from the drawing board and looked at the dead end in front... "Huh?!!" Mao Feiyang opened his mouth and rubbed his eyes vigorously.
What did he see? !
The dead end in front of me is exactly the same as the one drawn by Mu Daxian!
This is an extremely abstract way of expression. Usually when a person paints alone, we will say, your painting looks similar, but now it is different, it is contrary to Tiangang!
This teaching building is a dead end. It looks like the one you drew by Mu Daxian!
"Damn! How could this happen...?!" Mao Feiyang felt frightened. Could it be that there was something wrong with his own cognition? !
"Done, let's go!" Mu Daxian put away the drawing board and called Mao Feiyang.
Mao Feiyang's mind was in chaos, and he could only follow Mu Daxian into a dead end in a daze.
A magical and strange scene appeared. Mu Daxian, who was walking in front, hit the wall at the end of the dead end, and then got into it just like Harry Potter entering platform nine and a quarter.
Mao Feiyang froze in front of the wall subconsciously.
But Mu Daxian's hand suddenly emerged from the wall, grabbed the collar of his chest, and pulled him into it.
When he crossed the wall, he only remembered a warm and cool feeling like water passing through his body. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that he was still in a dead end, but the dead end he was in now seemed to be the real end of the dead end.
“Just now, what’s going on?” Mao Feiyang’s mind was buzzing. He couldn’t understand Mu Daxian’s behavior ever since Mu Daxian said he wanted to do something sexy.
Not only can’t I understand what he is doing, but I also cannot understand what he has done, what he is going to do, and finally, what he has accomplished.
It was only at this moment that Mu Daxian fell to the ground, and then he held his knees with his right hand and panted violently. However, after three or four breaths, Mu Daxian seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he simply leaned back and lay on the ground like an old bastard, with his arms and legs spread out, turning into a big character.
"Hahaha..." He laughed softly and spat out the paintbrushes he was holding in his mouth. "Xiao Mao, we are safe for the time being!"
Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian's imageless lying posture, and suddenly noticed the latter's left hand...
Mu Daxian's left hand showed an extremely strange blue-gray skin texture, like a stone, and there was some sticky liquid on the arm, as if it was stuck with mucus when it was pounded into the stomach of the dummy...
Nonetheless, Mu Daxian's arm But he was still able to move freely, but if you look carefully at the palms of his hands, you will find that the palms of his palms were pitch black, as if they were about to be burned through...
Seeing that Mao Feiyang was stunned, Mu Daxian didn't pay much attention at first. After he relieved some of his fatigue, he slowly asked: "By the way, what did you just say? Xiaomao? Xiaomao? Xiao..."
"Uh--" Mao Feiyang was awakened, and then regardless of the topic "just now", he stared at Mu Daxian's arm directly, worried and hesitant: "Great Immortal... you, your hand?"
Mu Daxian glanced at his hand, grabbed the air with his five fingers, and said with a bitter smile: "It's just a serious injury, it's a small problem. "
"Is this... is this still a small problem?"
"As long as a person is alive, nothing is a big problem."
Mao Feiyang was infected by Mu Daxian's spirit. He didn't know what to say for a while, and just stared at Mu Daxian's left hand silently.
Mu Daxian was very uncomfortable with Mao Feiyang's look, and the scene of the second boss played by Uncle Da in Westward Journey said to the first boss played by Mr. Xing, "Cut it off, it will be burnt" in his mind...
He also wanted to say that it was a bit brittle, but it could still be used.
But once again looking at Mao Feiyang’s bitchy appearance, Mu Daxian just wanted to say one thing - where is my drawing board? !
"This is the result of hand-exploding a street lamp, it's already pretty cool, right?" Mu Daxian finally didn't copy the drawing board because he was still too tired, his whole body was sore and numb, his body bones seemed to be falling apart, and his mental energy was also extremely exhausted, so he could only talk briefly to Mao Feiyang.
"Forget it, you won't understand this now. You will know later how awesome your brother Xian is."
"Forget it, I think you are awesome now, you are simply a superman!"
“Superman is very tired. Now he wants to turn over and draw three cards and then go through a round.” Mu Daxian was so tired that he stuck out his tongue, indicating that he really wanted to turn over and sleep where he was for the night.
"Brother Xian, don't be like this, aren't we going back to the art building?" Mao Feiyang sat next to Mu Daxian and asked.
"Return to the art building?!" Mu Daxian's eyes widened, "Wake up, Xiaomao, there are angel sculptures outside!"
"Ah...oh, oh, you're right." Mao Feiyang nodded, thinking that there are four angel sculptures in one elevator. This kind of configuration is so bad that even Jesus would have to stay for one night before leaving.
But if I don’t leave today...do I really have to spend the night in the teaching building?
More precisely, spend the night here?
Really just turn over and draw three cards and then go through a round?
(End of this chapter)