After being poisoned by her lover

Chapter 192 "The Artist"

"Get out of the way! Shirakawa Rensuke!"

Suddenly, there was an exclamation hovering over the church. This voice came from a mouth that Shirakawa Rensuke was very familiar with.

That person was Ye Zhaoling, but her lips didn't even move.

Ye Zhaoling was clearly standing in front of him, and he could grab her as soon as he stretched out his hand!
Shirakawa Rensuke has been paying attention to her movements, but she didn't speak!

"Get out of the way! Bai Chuan Rensuke! If you don't dodge again, you will be cut in the chest by it!"

These few words were almost screamed by the woman, and the echo left in the church was as "shocking" as the noise of a tractor.

The owner of this voice exerted all his strength to order Shirakawa Rensuke.

It was still his very familiar voice.

Ye Zhaoling covered her ears and panicked: "What? Who is speaking with my voice?! Mr. Bai Chuan! I'm so scared! What is that?! It's so scary!" That thing even pretended to be her voice to publicly provoke her!
The voice is still howling so loudly!It's like killing a pig!
Shirakawa Rensuke pressed his hand on her shoulder, trying his best to give her a sense of peace of mind: "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Don't listen to it, look into my eyes, trust me, nothing will happen."

"Of course I believe you, Mr. Bai Chuan, you are a good person." Ye Zhaoling nodded trustingly.

The sound of spores hitting the glass of the church is endless, everything is noisy and quiet, everything is tangled and firm, as if time is standing still at this moment.

Shirakawa Rensuke smiled suddenly.

Ye Zhaoling pulled him and said anxiously: "Let's get out of here quickly! I'm so scared! It's dark and cold here, I don't want to stay here... Mr. Bai Chuan, can we leave together?"

"Hmm..." Bai Chuan Liansuke held her wrist, smiling brightly, the pitch-black cloak was lifted by the strong wind long ago, and his silver-white hair danced softly in the gorgeous color blocks, they went back and forth, Swaying, not messy.

"Great, let's go..."

Before Ye Zhaoling finished speaking, Liansuke Shirakawa grabbed her wrist tightly and interrupted her, then he said slowly: "Do you remember the story I told?"

"...Huh?" Ye Zhaoling nodded suspiciously, "Yes, the artist's story? I remember, what's wrong?"

"At the end of the story, the artist finally knew why the man fell in love with her. In order to avenge him, the artist specially sent him a letter to tell him the truth."

Ye Zhaoling smiled and nodded: "I know this, what's wrong?"

Shirakawa Rensuke said to himself: "Why does a man fall in love with her? The answer in the artist's heart tells her that it is because the person the man loves is not her at all, but the sculpture; or, in other words, that face , that face is exactly the same as the sculpture, and that face not only belongs to her, but also belongs to her sister, who was made into a sculpture by her own hands, the twin sister of the artist."

"So she brutally told the other party the truth."

"Hmm..." Ye Zhaoling raised his eyebrows.

"Do you know why the man ate the box of macarons that the artist gave him when he got the truth? In fact, there is a little surprise in every macaron, and there are hidden ingredients in their ingredients. Part of the limb fragments of the artist's twin sister, only the last one, the artist specially placed a piece of nail that cannot be chewed by the teeth..."

"Why?" Ye Zhaoling slightly opened his eyes.

"Because the man discovered that what he fell in love with was indeed sculpture." The smile on Bai Chuanlian's lips did not diminish, "He loved sculpture from the beginning to the end."

"Not the man in the sculpture."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Zhaoling laughed.

"Hehehehe!—" Laughing and laughing, Ye Zhaoling's face suddenly turned upside down, just like that, her face turned upside down from the chin up!

Bright red flesh and blood were exposed under the skin, and a bloody mouth grinned.

"You fucking gotta piss me off? Did you? You stupid human!!!"

The roar raged through every corner of the church, and "she" stretched out several of her arms and legs in rage.

The river crab stiffly fell from "her" shoulder, and it fell onto the tiles with a "plop" and stopped moving. Due to its large size and heavy weight, it made a loud noise when it fell, causing "Ye Zhao "Ling" looked down.

The two big eyes of the river crab are tightly closed, just like the one shown in the animation, with two big "×" drawn on it.

River Crab: Oh my god!Oh my goodness!Oh my goodness!Oh my goodness!Oh my goodness!Oh my goodness!Oh my goodness!Oh my goodness!This flip is too scary!It's scary!Damn, I can't take it anymore, blow the earth up with one punch!Grandma's eggs Sixth uncle's cantaloupe My sister's big nest melon Grandpa's big chicken legs Auntie's big grapes Mother's cucumber dish Dad's big bread Third uncle's big plums Second uncle's peaches Third uncle's watermelon Seventh uncle's small lychee Two Grandpa's dragon fruit, aunt's kiwi, grandpa's cherries, grandpa's big pineapple, grandma's big durian, second master's small strawberry, his third aunt's grandma's cabbage, his elder brother's big noodles, younger sister's small rapeseed, younger brother's zucchini... …

"She" swelled dozens of times. Fortunately, the interior of the church was large enough and spacious enough. Otherwise, the ten-meter-long arm would not be able to stretch left and right, and it would be impossible to let people feel the most intuitive feeling of the hugeness of the alien.

"She" is rising silently as a whole. If there is no church dome to limit "her", there seems to be a sense of sight that she will be shoulder to shoulder with the sun soon.

During the revealing of the original form, the suit of clothes that fit her was exploded and shattered into powder. People who were closer could see "her" broad, snow-white, and hard body. "Her" skin was as smooth as a sculpture, There is no wrinkle, edge, crease, or change in deformation and displacement, even if "she" has changed from the size of a person to a giant like Mount Everest.

However, the sight of this behemoth remaining still in motion is still enough to make everything thrilling.

Behind "her" head, a chaotic and dark world slowly emerged—like the smoke in a factory chimney—but it was as black as ink, some crazy wriggling bugs visible to the naked eye, or other Creatures weaved recklessly through the smoke as if they were frightened.

People have to look up at "her".

"She" is really a great artist.

Why do you say that?
You see behind that strange, sickly black mist, the stained-glass windows of the church guide a ray of bright red sunlight.

Sacred and inviolable.

(End of this chapter)