wear it lord god

Chapter 2614 Painting

Cough cough, really? It's only been a short time. You fell in love at first sight?
"A glance that lasts a lifetime!"

Uh, aren't all the women in the mortal world appealing enough?

And this guy has a fetish, how exciting!

"Be confident. Mortals can't compare to immortals, let alone the supreme god." The high minister's relaxed tone gave off a sense of watching a good show.

Let him have his hobby, what does it have to do with Sister Guan! Currently, the lifespan of humans living on silicon is at most three or four hundred years. Next time he comes, this guy will probably be nothing but bone dust.

"That won't do. This fox is drawing you right now, and he's doing a really good job. He's quite talented. Tsk tsk~"

Just by listening to the sound, I can imagine him shaking his head and clicking his tongue.

"This painting is sure to become a masterpiece. You are much more beautiful than the Mona Lisa or the Venus de Milo. Few mortals would not fall in love with you after seeing it."

What? You even drew it? What's with the drawing?

Did my sister give me permission to draw?

Shangqing: "Recording is illegal, but if you have the skill to draw it very similarly, it's not illegal."

High-ranking official, as the main system, shouldn't you be more adorable? Shouldn't you help solve this problem and offer some suggestions?

Shangqing: "As the chief god of Mo Ming, you should have become a mature chief god long ago, capable of solving problems on your own."

Xining...

If it sounds familiar, could this main system be an extension or clone of that dark system?
Alright, as the chief god of the Dark System, one must be self-reliant, overcome all difficulties, and reach the pinnacle of divine life.

The minister's voice was filled with laughter: "And there's also marrying a rich and handsome man."

Come on, anyway, my life is miserable. Being born a god is a joke; I'm just a beast of burden in the divine realm.

Since that's the case, then we'll figure out a way ourselves.

After a while, she went to the sacred mountain and came before Qiming.

“No need for formalities.” She went straight to the point: “Bruce saw me at his estate with an old osmanthus tree and he’s painting me.”

The system is unreliable, but she's a powerful figure with her own henchmen. Anyone who doesn't use her is insane.

"How dare you..." Qi Ming tried to remain calm, but he couldn't hide his anger: "What does the goddess intend to do with this?"

They'll skin you alive, tear you apart, cut you into a thousand pieces, or send you to the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld.

"Remind him that there's a difference between humans and gods, and tell him to behave himself. As for what he did before, you should handle it as you see fit. After you're done dealing with this, go back early. I'm leaving now." Like Qi Bin, she still had a soft spot for Qi Ming, after all, they were smart and capable, and knew what to do.

After flying off, Xi Ning asked, "Now we can go to another planet, right?"

My sister has another planet, she's so busy.

The high-ranking official was silent for a moment before replying, "Very well."

A barrier appeared out of thin air, and Xining flew straight into it.

Qiming stood up and bowed respectfully to see him off. As the deity departed, the crystal lamp on the table dimmed once more, and he felt a void in his heart once more, letting out a soft sigh unconsciously.

He walked to the Qiankun Mirror next to him, activated it with his mind, and quickly found it.

Bruce was painting. It was already dawn, but he wasn't sleepy at all; on the contrary, he was even more energetic.

As the last stroke was completed, he took three steps back, brush and palette in hand, admiring the painting, its ink still wet and exuding the scent of oil paint. A woman in ancient white robes with long hair leaned against an osmanthus tree, the blossoms in full bloom, their beauty undiminished by the scattered gold dust.

The painting depicts a full moon and night sky in one corner. The shadows and craters on the moon are meticulously rendered, as if captured in a photograph, but even more beautiful than a photograph. It's as if it has been post-processed, but how could a flat photograph, or even a three-dimensional image, possibly have the textured feel of oil paint?

This is his best painting, but only so far... Bruce took the painting down, carefully placed it aside, replaced it with a new canvas, and began to sketch the lines with charcoal.

That was the side view just now, this time I'll draw the front view. The side view has a mysterious beauty, but the front view is the real challenge.

Looking at the completed painting placed beside him, Qiming had an idea and went back to continue checking the records.

Bruce was so exhausted by noon that he collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep without even taking off his clothes. When he woke up, the first thing he did was pick up his paintbrush again and start painting…

The butler placed the newly purchased meal replacement pills on a tray, walked to the door of a room on the third floor, and knocked: "Sir."

A month has passed, and young master Bruce has locked himself in his room, demanding only these meal replacement pills, canvases, paints, and brushes. He is always told to leave them on the floor outside the door.

This has happened before, but only twice, and this time it lasted the longest.

A slightly hoarse voice came from inside the room: "Come in."

The butler was a little surprised and opened the door to enter.

A strange smell immediately filled his nostrils, causing him to hold his breath and frown.

His beard was already an inch long, his hair was messy and covered his ears, and his shirt and trousers were covered in paint, even his arms were covered in paint, making him look like an uncivilized savage Bruce.

The room was covered with paintings, all depicting osmanthus trees at night and women in white.

"Young Master~" the butler exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, that's her, that's exactly how it feels." The unusually thin Bruce, his eyes bloodshot yet sparkling, looked excitedly at the completed painting on the canvas: "Look how beautiful she is!"

With some concern, the butler cautiously asked, "Young Master, should we go to the hospital?"

"No, I'm not crazy, I'm in love. But where is she? Does she know I love her? Will I ever see her again?" Bruce suddenly slumped down, as if his spine had been pulled out, and sat on the sofa next to him. He wiped his face and then noticed the beard on his face.

“Indeed, love can drive people crazy.” The butler nodded understandingly, then suggested, “Young master, why don’t you take a bath and shave? Not to mention others, even I can hardly recognize you. You were much more charming the way you were before.”

I don't know how long it's been since I cleaned myself up; this smell is so strong it's practically hitting me right in the head.

"Yes!" Bruce seemed to have found his direction immediately. If she came back, he couldn't let her see him like this.

So he stood up and went to pour out the meal replacement pills. These can replenish the body's needs. From interstellar migration in the past to interstellar tourism today, these compressed energy pills have been used to replace meals.

This month, he's been relying on this every day, trying to save time for meals so he can focus on his creative work. He's afraid that the longer it goes on, the more blurred or altered "her" memory will become.

All the efforts finally paid off, and he got what he wanted!
Looking at the paintings all over the room, the butler sighed, "Young master, you go wash them first, I'll tidy them up."

"No, don't move, I'll do it myself!" Bruce swallowed the medicine with water and went into the bathroom.

Looking at the last painting, the woman in white soars into the air, her figure semi-transparent, her skirt so transparent that it disappears. That ethereal and vanishing beauty is indescribable.

Even the butler was momentarily stunned by the sight.

The woman the young master has fallen in love with? She's beautiful, but she doesn't meet the family's requirement that his wife must be a purebred white woman. The butler raised an eyebrow and went to get his young master a change of clothes.

After recovering and taking an expensive recovery potion, Bruce returned to his peak condition.

He meticulously organized the fruits of his labor over the past month, his eyes filled with tenderness and smiles, as if the other person were right in front of him.

After tidying up, he went to the coffee machine next to him to make a cup of coffee. As he turned around with the fragrant coffee in his hand, he saw a tall man in ancient blue robes standing in front of his favorite painting, admiring it.