Chapter 227: Please do me a favor
Lin Yi's face gradually darkened when he thought of this.
At this point, it is already getting late. If you get lost in the green forest belt...even if Mu Daxian is the God of War, it will be very bad!
Mao Feiyang also gradually realized that something was wrong, but just when he was about to whisper to Mu Daxian that there was a problem, he saw Mu Daxian suddenly pull out the drawing board behind him and insert it on the ground, and then only heard a faint whisper in his throat. After scrolling slightly, the sneer spread slowly like ripples:
"Okay, after following you for so long, you can come out."
Hairy eyelids twitched suddenly.
And Lin Yi's head exploded - he was thinking too much! Totally overthinking it!
int Lin Yi couldn't help but feel ashamed. If he was a cuckold, he would be punished with a tomato.
However, from the moment Mu Daxian finished speaking until his words were completely buried by the soil after they fell to the ground, the surrounding green forest belt was still dead silent. Only the gradually cooler wind stirred up the thin mist in the mountains, floating half an inch of desolation under the light of dusk.
"Come out, you have been following me from yesterday until today, but you still haven't figured out the positioning of hunters and prey!"
There was a sneer on Mu Daxian's lips, and he dipped his brush in paint slowly, calmly like a painter sketching in the forest.
However, the surroundings are still lifeless. It seems that except for the numerous human sculptures, there are no stalkers mentioned by Mu Daxian.
"Alas..." Mu Daxian sighed helplessly, "If I don't say it three times... If you insist on trying, I will let you die."
He started to do it, without too many fancy operations, he just painted on the drawing board calmly, adding the scene he saw in front of him into the drawing board one stroke at a time.
But during the whole process, he cleverly used the flowing relationship of light, shadow and fog to draw some more vaguely-appearing lampposts on the drawing board.
When these lampposts appear in his paintings, they look like they are there and they don’t exist. It seems that whether they are there or not is only decided by him as the painter.
“The opportunity is given to you...“Light up”. 》
Mu Daxian dipped his brush into bright golden paint, then changed the light brush to a heavy brush, and lit up all the street lamps on the drawing board!
At this moment, Lin Yi suddenly felt that the originally cold green forest belt became brighter, and a warm glow instantly ignited the surrounding environment.
Mao Feiyang's exclamation rang out: "It's on?! The street lights...are all on?!"
Lin Yi suddenly pulled his eyes out of the drawing board and looked around. He suddenly discovered that the surrounding environment seemed to be the same "surrounding environment", but he didn't know when some more street lamp poles appeared, and these lamp poles were all lit at this moment, directly illuminating the surrounding area of 100 meters in yellow and orange...
【Ah——Ah——】
The nearby humanoid sculptures let out painful howls. They were originally hiding from the sun and waiting for the sun to set and emerge from the green forest belt. They were like rotten trees huddled in a dank basement waiting to become moldy. But now, Mu Daxian directly used a "Sun Fist" to deal with the stalker. In this indiscriminate manner, Under the AOE, before the stalker showed his face, the nearby sculpture phalanx was met with disaster...
Soon, the two people rolled out from the cramped corner...
Mao Feiyang looked at it in real time, and then his heart trembled - those two people were wearing the same dark green art student uniforms as Mu Daxian, and they were obviously art students too!
But as they appeared, Mao Feiyang immediately noticed the obvious "malice" emanating from them!
"Puppet art student?!" Mao Feiyang exclaimed, and he instantly realized that these two guys seemed to be the puppet art students who were so frightened by Mu Daxian's pretense in the early morning that they did not dare to take action.
At that time, Mu Daxian actually had no fighting ability and could only bluff. He only felt confident after asking Lao Mo to help him heal his arm.
And he thought that the fake art student had been chased away by Mu Daxian, but he didn't expect that he still wanted to be evil and kept following them.
What he didn't expect was that the people following them turned out to be two pseudo-art students - he always thought there was only one.
These two pseudo-human art students obviously have stronger light resistance than the humanoid sculptures. Of course, it may also be because Mu Daxian’s hand-painted works are inferior to the serious sunlight...
But even so, the two pseudo-art students still looked embarrassed after being exposed, and seemed extremely uncomfortable.
"Wait, wait a minute... This, now is the third time!" One of the puppet artist students was lying on the ground, raising his hands high and said with difficulty.
Mu Daxian looked at him coldly and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "That's why I didn't kill them all."
He came to the fake art student, patted his face, and said scornfully: "Do you really think I'm bluffing?"
The art student lowered his head and said nothing with a stern face.
The other gritted his teeth and said: "I have heard that Mu Daxian is known as an "extraordinary art student". He once pushed his teacher to the ground and rubbed him. Today, it fell into your hands. I admit defeat!" If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please! "
“Hey, I’m so brave, but it makes me look like a villain?” Mu Daxian sneered, stepped on the back of the puppet artist, and took off one of his arms.
It is not the kind of dislocation, but it is like taking apart a toy, directly removing it.
What is strange is that after the arms of the pseudo-human artist were removed, the lines of bones and flesh were visible to the naked eye on the cross-section of the shoulders, and blood beads quickly seeped out. However, as soon as these blood beads came into contact with the diffuse mist in the air, they quickly petrified and turned into a layer of pure white crystalline material, like a carapace.
"Mu Daxian, what are you doing?" The puppet art student shouted in humiliation. It struggled, but it couldn't break free at all.
"I want to discuss something with you." Mu Daxian said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will finish the work at hand first, and then I will talk to you slowly."
Mu Daxian said, and removed one of its legs.
After completing this step, he removed one arm and one leg each of the other puppet artist.
Hands and feet were thrown aside by Mu Daxian. The two pseudo-human art students had no room for resistance in the field arranged by Mu Daxian, which completely proved what is called "fish and meat on the board".
"Kill if you want, don't torture us here!" The pseudo-human art student couldn't bear the humiliation, struggled to rush up from the ground, jumped on one foot and flew up to bite Mu Daxian.
Mu Daxian picked up its feet as a stick and knocked it down to the ground.
"Hey, hey, hey, that's my foot, be careful!" Another a little timid art student shouted quickly, looking at a piece of debris flying out of his foot, with a look of heartache on his face.
"Hey, it seems we have something to talk about." Mu Daxian smiled and looked at the cowardly pseudo-human art student, "I'm looking for you, actually I want to ask you to do me a favor."
"Help? This is not the attitude you should have!" The pseudo-human art student next to him scolded.
Mu Daxian frowned, went over and removed its other arm and one leg, and then pressed its face into the pile of dead leaves.
"Noisy."
He felt dissatisfied, so he stepped on it again, and then he came to the timid art student with satisfaction.
Mu Daxian was famous in the art building due to the shadow of the famous tree. The pseudo-human art student was not very brave to deal with Mu Daxian in the first place, but now he was intimidated by Mu Daxian's momentum, and he started to tremble: "Well... you, what do you want me to do..."
Mu Daxian was also unambiguous, and took out four petrified light bulbs directly from the bag and threw them in front of it.
"This, is this...?" The face of the pseudo-art student changed.
"That's right, it's the light bulb." Mu Daxian said, "The light bulbs have failed. I want to ask you to do me a favor and recharge them."
"This... how could I do this?" The pseudo-human art student looked bitter.
“No?” Mu Daxian reached out and touched its other arm.
"Ah, yes, yes! Yes, yes!"
"Oh, that's right!"
"But it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice... If you can cook, you can cook... Stop, stop, stop!" With tears in his eyes, it looked at the arm that had been removed by Mu Daxian, feeling that it had never been such a dark day in its artistic life.
"I told you that you can cook." It felt like it was about to cry.
"I am... not in control!" Mu Daxian smacked his lips.
"However... even if you want to recharge, it will take time, and your four light bulbs... require a lot of resources..."
“How about I come to you?” Mu Daxian said unceremoniously, “Don’t think that I don’t know that you have made some underworld stuff deep in the jungle. You can take the light bulb with you and steal some energy, enough to charge it.”
The face of the puppet art student changed again: "How do you know... you are lying to me?!"
"I lied to your sister!" Mu Daxian picked up its arm and gave it two bangs, "I still need to lie? Just say you will do it. Don't do it!"
"I..."
"You can eat your own food, but it's not essentially stealing, right?" Mu Daxian's tone suddenly softened, as if it contained the magic power to confuse people's hearts.
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"Besides, you are non-renewable resources, what is more important than your lives?"
"Emmm..."
"Besides, what are these resources to you? Just four light bulbs, right?"
"Asshole, you were convinced by him in just a few words! You are such a shame to us fanatics!!"
The buried pseudo-human art student next to him struggled hard and finally pulled himself out from the dead leaves and soil. Then he looked at Mu Daxian and shouted angrily: "I can do this kind of thing too! My consciousness is higher!!"
"..." The corner of Mao Feiyang's mouth twitched violently, thinking that using the toughest tone to speak softly was really an eye-opener for me.
Mu Daxian's face remained unchanged, he glanced at them with interest, and said with a half-smile, "But I don't seem to need two people for this small matter."
"You...?!"
"Hey! I have an idea!" Mu Daxian snapped his fingers.
The next moment, I saw him dismantling the two puppet artists into "parts", and then assembling them for a while, and finally used the two puppet parts to assemble a two-headed puppet and the remaining stumps.
After finishing the work, Mu Daxian looked at his "masterpiece", clapped his hands with satisfaction, and said narcissistically: "Should I say it or not, if the teacher saw my masterpiece, he would not give me a zero mark for the "Transportation and Assembly of Sculptures" class... I am the one who made this part Nothing was wasted! "
These two-headed dummies were looking at the lunatic Mu Daxian and the "wasteless "parts" all over the ground with horrified expressions. They were holding four street lamps tremblingly, not daring to say a word.
Mu Daxian glanced at them indifferently: "What are you doing standing still? If you can't come back before the street lights in the campus light up, I will throw these parts of yours out."
"After night falls, the puppet sculptures all over the mountains and plains will definitely be more interested in your small parts."
He showed a cruel smile and crossed his arms. In the eyes of the pseudo-human art students, he looked like a big devil playing tricks on all living beings.
Hypomorphic art student ran away holding the street lamp and peeing.
Looking at its back, Mu Daxian sneered, put the parts together, and sat on it as a bench.
It was only then that Mao Feiyang felt that Mu Daxian was "back"...
He looked like a limb-severing maniac just now...
"Brother Xian...?" Mao Feiyang cautiously probed.
"What's the matter? I'm submissive, unlike you?" Mu Daxian smiled, stretched out his hand and patted the place beside him, "Come and rest for a while."
“Oh.” Mao Feiyang moved over and sat down obediently, placing his hands squarely on his knees, as well-behaved as a young daughter-in-law.
"What's going on with you?" Mu Daxian couldn't help but patted him. He was so frightened that Mao Feiyang jumped three feet high and almost kowtowed to Mu Daxian, "No, don't tear me down, Brother Xian!"
Mu Daxian: "..."
"Come here."
"Hey, okay!"
"..."
"I still like your bitch, bitch, bitch, you... Why don't you recover?"
Mao Feiyang coughed dryly, took a deep breath, and then said: "Uh... Okay, actually, Brother Xian, I don't understand."
Seeing that Mao Feiyang had indeed "switched" back, Mu Daxian nodded: "You said it." Feed the dummy sculpture, and then activate the backup plan. "
"Brother Xian, the backup plan you mentioned should be... to blow up the street lamp with your hands, right?"
Thank you to book friends "usjdnshhs" and "Martai Weak Chicken" for the reward! !
(End of this chapter)